Damiynn
Fantasy Author
This is from the third book in my series The Kingdom Chronicles, anything I missed or need to correct?
Prologue
Aiden Farnor scrubbed a hand through his sandy hair. Once it had been a bright shade of red, long before he started commanding the sentinel guard walking Castlekeep’s walls day and night.
He heard his men grumbling over the minute things he had found wrong with their equipment during his snap inspection. Staring out from the heights overlooking the dark waters, he smiled, remembering when he had grumbled in the same manner.
Black clouds obscured the moon, shrouding everything in darkness, and as hard as he tried Aiden couldn’t see past the high walls.Turning his head, he stared up into the surrounding blackness.
Was that a sound? Glancing about, he looked at the other guardsmen patrolling the smooth paths on the thick walls. Aiden’s head jerked up as if pulled by a string. There it was again, louder and more distinct.
This time, he saw, he wasn’t the only one that heard it. Several guardsmen stopped and were also looking up into the dark sky over the great keep.The noise sounded almost like whispering voices.
More guards started turning their heads, each craning his neck as if he were half deaf, trying to hear a whisper across a large room.
Suddenly the black clouds covering the western sky parted and the full moon shone through.
“Morid’s black hand!” shouted a guard invoking the name of the god of death in stunned awe.“Black night!” cursed another.
Over the keep floated several hundred black Elvynn Warships. They were spread out along the length of the city’s sea wall, looking like gigantic eagles about to swoop in on an easy kill.
The unnatural cloud cover had concealed them and in another moment the massive warships would be over the city.
“Sound the alarm!” screamed Aiden, his throat clenching tight and ice filling his stomach. “We are under attack! Sound that damn alarm! Castlekeep is under attack!”
Several sentinel guardsmen scrambling for the iron bar fell over themselves in fear until finally one seized it. The two thousand year old bell that had never been rung began tolling. Its haunting hollow tones echoed over the sleeping city.
Aiden looked up at the Elvynn warships crowded with bodies lining their gunwales and knew as he pulled out his sword, it was already too late.
Prologue
Aiden Farnor scrubbed a hand through his sandy hair. Once it had been a bright shade of red, long before he started commanding the sentinel guard walking Castlekeep’s walls day and night.
He heard his men grumbling over the minute things he had found wrong with their equipment during his snap inspection. Staring out from the heights overlooking the dark waters, he smiled, remembering when he had grumbled in the same manner.
Black clouds obscured the moon, shrouding everything in darkness, and as hard as he tried Aiden couldn’t see past the high walls.Turning his head, he stared up into the surrounding blackness.
Was that a sound? Glancing about, he looked at the other guardsmen patrolling the smooth paths on the thick walls. Aiden’s head jerked up as if pulled by a string. There it was again, louder and more distinct.
This time, he saw, he wasn’t the only one that heard it. Several guardsmen stopped and were also looking up into the dark sky over the great keep.The noise sounded almost like whispering voices.
More guards started turning their heads, each craning his neck as if he were half deaf, trying to hear a whisper across a large room.
Suddenly the black clouds covering the western sky parted and the full moon shone through.
“Morid’s black hand!” shouted a guard invoking the name of the god of death in stunned awe.“Black night!” cursed another.
Over the keep floated several hundred black Elvynn Warships. They were spread out along the length of the city’s sea wall, looking like gigantic eagles about to swoop in on an easy kill.
The unnatural cloud cover had concealed them and in another moment the massive warships would be over the city.
“Sound the alarm!” screamed Aiden, his throat clenching tight and ice filling his stomach. “We are under attack! Sound that damn alarm! Castlekeep is under attack!”
Several sentinel guardsmen scrambling for the iron bar fell over themselves in fear until finally one seized it. The two thousand year old bell that had never been rung began tolling. Its haunting hollow tones echoed over the sleeping city.
Aiden looked up at the Elvynn warships crowded with bodies lining their gunwales and knew as he pulled out his sword, it was already too late.
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