The years of Oraeyn’s short rule have been peaceful, but now ominous nightmares plague his sleep and cling to him during his waking hours. When two of his most trusted advisors disappear without a trace and not even the power of dragons can locate them, the fell promise of the king’s nightmares becomes reality.
From the furthest reaches of the world, an ancient enemy stirs. Stretching beyond his crumbling prison walls, this foe seeks to bring life to the darkest of shadows. His army marches towards Aom-igh with deadly intent, threatening all Oraeyn holds dear.
Aided by dragons, and with the warrior Brant and Princess Kamarie at his side, Oraeyn must journey into the wilds of a forgotten realm. Trusting in the wisdom and skill of the enigmatic minstrel, Kiernan Kane, the companions race against time in search of Yorien’s Hand, a relic that may hold the power to save them all.
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“How do we find this High King?” Brant asked, one eyebrow raised expectantly.
“There are always clues,” Kiernan Kane said, in a tone that was dangerously soft. “There are stories, songs, and prophecies that tell of what is to come, that aid us in finding the next High King when one is needed. In this case, I believe the clue lies in the verses of an old song.” He took up his mandolin and struck a chord that sounded like breaking crystal; then he began to play, his fingers dancing across the strings. “The words go like this:
“Black death rides on silver wings
Thirsty for the blood of kings
Only two can stand before him
Only one can hope to fell him.
The answer to the riddle lies
In deepest, darkest, starless skies
The ancient foe quivers in fear
When the wielder of his bane draws near.
From far off crystal shores he strides
A golden blade hangs at his side.
The love of a sylph shall bind his heart
And gives him strength when they must part.”
The room hung in a trance as the final words of the song faded away. Oraeyn breathed in slowly. His gaze locked with Kamarie’s and she stared at him in obvious distress.