Chapter 23: The Warview
Chapter 24: The Bonebreaker
Chapter 25: Rebirth
Chapter 26: Betrayal
Chapter 27: Serak’s Shadow
Chapter 28: Serak’s Secret
Chapter 29: A Tale of Brothers
Chapter 30: A City Destroyed
Chapter 31: Elenyr’s Plan
Chapter 32: For Elenyr
Chapter 33: Draeken’s Kingdom
Chapter 34: The Ancient Warrior
Chapter 35: Return to Xshaltheria
Chapter 36: Walls of Glass
Chapter 37: Light’s War Machine
Chapter 38: Allies
Chapter 39: Breached
Chapter 40: Defiance
Chapter 41: Plummet
Chapter 42: Empowered
Chapter 43: The Final Trap
Chapter 44: A Mother’s Request
Chapter 45: A Given Name
Epilogue: Master and Servant
The Chronicles of Lumineia
Author Bio
Map of Lumineia
Prologue: The Fragment of Power
Draeken picked his way through the dead soldiers, lifting his cloak so it would not be stained in their blood. Shouts rang out in the city of Keese, mostly by those fleeing the destruction of the estate.
The walls of the structure had been reduced to spikes of stone piercing the ground like claws through flesh. Stone and wood, blackened by fire, sent curls of smoke into the afternoon sky. The dead lay were they had fallen, while the living sought to crawl away.
Draeken ignored their whimpering as he advanced into the interior of the estate. Serak, Zenif, and Zoric claimed places on his flanks. Bartoth strode through the grounds of the estate, hunting targets to kill. His enormous frame cast a shadow on the survivors, who cried out as his black armor filled their vision.
Gendor also sought targets, albeit against his will. He killed quickly, an act of mercy for those close to death. His will was bound to Draeken and Serak, and he continued to exploit Draeken’s orders, manipulating them to his own purpose.
Draeken ignored them all as he advanced to the front doors of the estate. Whispers and hissed fears came from behind the ornate wood paneling, the voices of those who’d fled to the perceived safety of the estate.
Draeken chuckled and leaned back, gathering flame and light into his hand, golden beams merging with the fire, so bright the others were forced to shield their gaze. Then he leaned into the blow, striking the ornate doors.
