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A Dragon's Decree
A Dragon's Decree
A Dragon's Decree
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On a secluded world, human colonists war against a race of dragons for supremacy. A newly appointed Emperor sacrifices everything he loves to bring peace, or risk the extinction of his people. With the help of a runt dragon named Amakhu, Emperor Maxillus ventures across the ocean to speak to Ishmet, the leader of the Dragon clan. On his return Maxillus must single-handedly defeat a renegade dragon bent on destroying his race.

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Release dateAug 28, 2016
ISBN9780995009325
A Dragon's Decree
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Mick Sylvestre

Mick Sylvestre grew up in rural Saskatchewan, where he aspired to be an artist. As a young adult, he moved to British Columbia to attend college, where he became a graphic designer. After many years of being in the print industry, he expanded his passion to writing. He loves being creative and entertaining others with his stories and life anecdotes.

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    A Dragon's Decree - Mick Sylvestre

    A Dragon’s Decree

    Mick C. Sylvestre

    Copyright 2016 Mick C. Sylvestre

    The Smashwords Edition

    ISBN: 978-0-9950093-2-5

    Publisher’s Note

    A Dragon’s Decree is a work of fiction.

    All names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.

    Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead is entirely coincidental.

    Owned and Copyright by Mick C. Sylvestre

    Cover Art by Mick C. Sylvestre

    Thanks to my close friend & editor: Jose Mari Armengol Lee

    All rights reserved, including the rights to reproduce this e-book or portions therein in any form whatsoever.

    Dedication

    Here’s to those who have to write

    and here’s to those that have to read through it.

    TABLE OF CONTENTS

    CHAPTER I

    CHAPTER II

    CHAPTER III

    CHAPTER IV

    CHAPTER V

    CHAPTER VI

    CHAPTER VII

    CHAPTER VIII

    CHAPTER IX

    CHAPTER X

    CHAPTER XI

    CHAPTER XII

    CHAPTER XIII

    CHAPTER XIV

    CHAPTER XV

    CHAPTER XVI

    CHAPTER I

    As the autumn morning light spilled into Emperor Maxillus’ open chamber room window, he stared at the ceiling mural. A lush, colorful painting depicting his rise to power and the hurdles he had faced. So strange, he mused, for I am not finished doing what I started. Unable to sleep, he arose, sitting up on his Lexus, still donned in his regal military uniform, unlike the kind the colonists wore which was strikingly similar to the kind the ancient Roman soldier’s wore. The one he wore came from Earth; this one conformed to the shape of his stocky demure form. He sat stroking idly at his blonde locks of hair atop his head, and then he smoothed his trim blond mustache down to his beard. His thoughts overflowed like water in a tipped basin, each escaping stream of liquid as important as the last. His mind was on an odd little companion he had met many nights before. From the moment he met Amakhu, a servant to the dragon kingdom, he knew that his life would never be the same.

    Tell me what are you and why were you sneaking through the grounds? Maxillus asked in the middle of the night as the guards surround Amakhu, their spears pointing at the odd lurching creature. Go on then, speak. Before I have one of my men here, remove your tongue.

    "Why I’m a runt dragon. Amakhu stammered out. Originally I came to discuss matters with your Emperor, but as you can see, I grew peckish." He held up a little cage full of some juicy rodents he had gathered in his little stroll through the royal garden.

    To Maxillus, the runt dragon looked like someone had dressed an anurous alligator forced to wear a monk’s robe then taught it to stand upright and speak. You have a name?

    Call me Amakhu, he knelt down to place the rodent cage on the gravel path then he slowly stood upright. I represent the dragon clan your people have been at war with from across the sea.

    The Emperor looked into the creature’s eyes for any betrayal, but all he saw were crocodile eyes blinking back. Although the creature looked intimidating, his manner seemed to disarm enough. How did you come to speak our language so well?

    A human took me in as a hatchling; she taught me how to speak humanese. Later, I learned how to read your language too. He shrugged, well… most of it. I’m not too keen on handwritten text, though. I rather prefer the printed word; it’s easier to read.

    Are there any others like you? Did you come alone?

    I came alone, and there are no others like me anymore. The dragons have killed off my people. I’m the last of my kind.

    Yet you serve them?

    I only serve Ishmet’s will.

    Who is that?

    My master and the leader of the dragon clan you are at war. It was he who sent me to come here.

    Maxillus motioned his men to lower their weapons and drew closer to Amakhu, his hand stayed on the hilt of his sword (just in case). I’ve never met anyone like you before.

    I could say the same about you, Amakhu chuckled, then cocked his head at an angle. "Say, could you escort me to see your Emperor? I came all the way here to visit him. I’m afraid it's urgent."

    If you are referring to my uncle, he died of a fatal wound from fighting a dragon. Maxillus displayed the royal signet ring on his hand. "So if you need to speak to the new emperor—I am the person you seek."

    Oh dear… Amakhu fretted, I guess you’ll just have to do then.

    My temper matches my short patience, runt dragon, He tapped his fingers on the hilt of his sword, so tell me why do you trespass?

    "I came here in the name of peace, Amakhu noted the human’s chiseled face slackened, just a little. Ah, so the rumors are true, your people do seek to end the dragon war. He rubbed his scaly hands together, Good, that’s good. Perhaps I can help you in that quest?"

    Maxillus looked hard at the runt dragon, I’m listening.

    That morning, they sat together in the den to discuss the matter further. Amakhu tried to master the art of drinking his tea but failed miserably—at which he’d later admit that some human customs eluded him.

    I assure you, Maxillus; ahead of you is a difficult journey only you and I must do alone. He padded at the wet tea that soaked into his robe. It was still warm and smelled of spiced orange rinds.

    Can’t I bring Sergius along? He’s my adviser since I started being an Emperor.

    No, Amakhu shifted uncomfortably. Only two may come, simply because my caravan can only hold two.

    You came here in a caravan? But the dragon realm is across the ocean, Maxillus looked at Amakhu like he lost his mind. You do know that we’re on an island in the middle of that ocean. We’d either have to leave by ship or-

    We’d be flying, Amakhu interrupted, we’d have to leave before the monsoon season, or the dragons shall return after that. Once they arrive here, there’s no hope in stopping them. Like you, humans, once their teeth are in something they can’t let go.

    So you’re saying they’re stubborn?

    Hmmm? Amakhu blinked,

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