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    Dragon's Reclaim: Broken Chains
    Dragon's Reclaim: Broken Chains
    Dragon's Reclaim: Broken Chains
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    Dragon's Reclaim: Broken Chains

    By Steven Smith

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    Elder dragon Tremor has taken Chillington by surprise, his forces have risen and forced King Eriez to flee the city, the dragon looks to tighten his grip on his new-found kingdom, whilst his young nephews continue to play a pivotal part in the grand scheme, either alongside or against.
    Meanwhile the remainder of Chillington forces must follow their king in his quest, recalling the royal forces previously dispatched across the realms becomes a huge priority. The king must request help on his journey from allies across the realms, looking to form an army strong enough to take back his home, allies from many realms will soon begin to close in on the capital of Colltalios.
    A dangerous group of dragons residing in the throne room, a king forced to run for his life, perilous situations for those captured inside the grand castle walls, and a northern leader that will soon have to make the biggest decision of his life. The pieces are starting to move into place, and one wrong move could result in losing much more than just stones and mortar.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSteven Smith
    Release dateJun 9, 2018
    ISBN9780463773543
    Dragon's Reclaim: Broken Chains

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      Dragon's Reclaim - Steven Smith

      Elder dragon Tremor has taken Chillington by surprise, his forces have risen and forced King Eriez to flee the city, the dragon looks to tighten his grip on his new-found kingdom, whilst his young nephews continue to play a pivotal part in the grand scheme, either alongside or against.

      Meanwhile the remainder of Chillington forces must follow their king in his quest, recalling the royal forces previously dispatched across the realms becomes a huge priority. The king must request help on his journey from allies across the realms, looking to form an army strong enough to take back his home, allies from many realms will soon begin to close in on the capital of Colltalios.

      A dangerous group of dragons residing in the throne room, a king forced to run for his life, perilous situations for those captured inside the grand castle walls, and a northern leader that will soon have to make the biggest decision of his life. The pieces are starting to move into place, and one wrong move could result in losing much more than just stones and mortar.

      "Mistake?

      I think it is you

      who has made the mistake."

      Sir Alfred Jeffers

      (Commander of the Royal Chillington Army)

      "The chains are broken;

      the beasts have woken."

      Steven Smith

      Prologue – Aftermath

      Chillington Castle had been overrun on the 15th of Okbioth, the legendary elder dragon Tremor had left a trail of destruction in his wake, more ferocious forces had joined him in overpowering the dwindling numbers that remained within the capital.

      Shard and Blizzard had not long flown in to join the elder dragon, Tremor's devious plan of playing possum to the king had given his nephews time to spark the invasion. Their primary task was now to drive Chillington soldiers away from the city, those that would not run were to be killed, and considering what few battalions now remained, it was much easier than initially thought. The two youngsters brought with them small hordes of juvenile dragons, simply known as flyers, fluently they were swooping over the walls and chasing down the terrified people.

      Several handfuls of Chillington guards remained fighting for survival within the main courtyard, which moments ago was where the Justice Ceremony had transformed into a battleground; scorched bodies lay strewn across the cobblestone steps, small pockets of fire had spread across the wooden structures and the entire area was filled with smoke. The elder dragon Tremor watched from high above as the chaos escalated below.

      A grounded soldier began to stir, and as the man woke his vision was blurred; the dull sounds of screams filled his ears; he lay on his back staring at the swirling smoke rising into the skies. Undoubtedly, he must have taken an almighty hit amidst this chaos. He could barely move, his chest felt as if he had run open armed into a large tree trunk; the pain was horrendous, he attempted to sit up and realised he had no feeling in his left arm; instantly clutching at his shoulder with his right hand, he desperately tried to regain some feeling in the numb limb.

      The sheer chaos around him was frightening; small dragons looped around in the sky and everywhere he looked people were screaming and running for their lives. The man saw Tremor perched high up on one of the castle towers, and the courtyard was filling up with ferocious smaller dragons, all seemingly part of this mighty legendary dragon's army.

      An almighty roar filled his heart with even more fear than he already felt; he turned to see a large brown spiky frame of a dragon, unbeknown to him this was the dragon called Shard. This ferocious beast was charging towards him, Shard was indeed unique in appearance, his scales protruding into short spikes and sleeking back almost like a reptilian porcupine. The man got to his feet as quickly as he could; pain searing through his arms and chest, he had no choice but to run; this beast was not stopping for anyone, people were simply brushed aside like rag dolls as the beast charged across the courtyard. Hobbling away the man managed to sidestep the large beast at the very last second as it continued on its path of destruction.

      Getting up from the ground once more he watched as this huge menacing dragon burst through a stone wall ahead; it was like a wrecking ball and his tail matched that description; a large circular bone structure was one of its primary weapons; the man now recalled this was what caused the heavy blow he took, just a few seconds prior to being knocked out cold. He scurried away from any possible dragons roaming the open areas of the castle; until he finally reached a wooden door, he slipped inside and was instantly met by fellow soldiers running along a narrow corridor.

      Where are the commanders? he called out at passing Chillington guards, the terrified soldiers had no answer but gave him honest words of advice, Nobody knows! the castle has been overrun and goblins are arriving from the North, get out of here while you can.

      He clutched at his left arm once more, wincing from the sudden surge of pain. He had no idea where to go; and as a soldier of Chillington his duties were to protect the castle, but with no commanders and people fleeing from all angles, what was the point? This was an ambush Chillington was not prepared for; with so much chaos where indeed were its leaders to enforce the defences? The man heart pounded an irregular nervous beat, he began to follow the flow of soldiers making their way to the northern part of the castle. Hundreds of men had now gathered in a large room of the castle; some of these men were distributing swords, shields, bows and arrows. We need to fight back! screamed a sergeant who was overlooking the increasing numbers, We do not let those goblins past our gates! Do you hear me? The soldiers roared back; a glimmer of strength and hope began to stir in their hearts.

      You! Head over to the far side, you need treatment. The injured man was still clutching his left arm and looked up with disapproval, I’ll be fine; just give me a sword, his broad Welsh accent adding a tone of arrogance to his reply.

      Are you insane? You would be killed almost instantly.

      Then so be it, I said I’m fine, now give me a damn sword! his bold voice rumbled again with even more anger, the sergeant shook his head in dismay; very well... it’s your life! The man was quickly handed a sword, he also took a bow looping it over his shoulder and in his left hand clutching many arrows with his huge grasp. Head down that corridor; keep going and you’ll reach the northeast gate; we need as many men there as possible! the controlling sergeant gave the orders; hoping the scrambled efforts would be enough to hold the gate.

      The Welshman made his way to the gate as instructed, his shoulder eased and the pain was definitely more tolerable now, he followed the troops in an orderly fashion; this was going to be the fight of their lives, never before had Chillington Castle been under such threat. Not even the grand battle back in the days when King Theodas Hallerdian fought off the Dark Elves of Fairmere.

      A large group of Chillington soldiers had now gathered on the high walls; preparing to fend off the incoming horde of goblins; their enemies held tall dark red oval shields, which provided a strong frontal defence, a long line of these large shields now edged towards the castle in a very obedient manner, they were a little less than a quarter of a mile away; armed to the teeth with long spears and shields; it was difficult to see a way through their tall shield defence.

      Dragons meanwhile were still circling the courtyards below; with occasional shots of fire scorching the ground and anything else in its path. A Chillington commander by the name of Lewis Mayberry stood atop the stone wall in front of the troops, glancing across the open land he estimated that four to five thousand goblins were slowly advancing. We must hit them hard! We cannot let them near the gates, he roared his instructions, the men got into a formation; lining across the top of the wall like a vast shield. Just shy of a thousand men had now gathered as they prepared for the inevitable incoming attack. Commander Mayberry studied the advancing horde; he wasn't quite sure what they would do once the enemy was at the gates, but the weaponry their enemy was dragging along with them was more advanced than anything he had ever seen, huge wooden catapults and enormous crossbow heads were mounted onto wheeled structures. The commander was speechless and quickly readied his men as the attack became ever more imminent, Take aim!... Fire!

      Chillington soldiers released their arrows high into the skies, the blanket of deadly spikes eventually scattering down across the front of the advancing monsters, less than twenty enemies were felled from the very front line of the monster's line of attack; arrows slammed against their shields, very few pierced the red ovals. Draw!... cried the commander as he prepared to send another wave. Fire!! another blanket of arrows flew from the top of the castle walls; gliding across the sky before whizzing down to the ground; driving into the barrier of shields at the tip of the monstrous group, more fell but now they began to open out into a more wide-spread formation.

      A loud voice began to shout instructions from behind the front line; the monsters began to separate further allowing the second line of attack to join the front line. More shields were added to the front line which was now spanning several hundred yards wide. A gap through the centre had formed and the large wooden structures were wheeled forwards. The catapult style structures stood some thirty-foot in the air and were now being loaded for a counter attack. We have to take out those catapults commander! The injured Welsh soldier pleaded. Commander Mayberry ordered the archers to aim only for the catapult bearers as the structures were wheeled closer. Stop their advance! He cried.

      Arrows incoming commander! the Welshman tried to warn his commander as a quick round of arrows had been returned by the monsters from their back line. It was too late though; the Chillington soldiers who had drawn their bows took the full brunt of the high fired arrows launched over the walls, so many fell in one swift movement, but this didn't stop the commander calling upon the second wave of archers. This included the Welshman who went by the name of Davivth Jenkins, he pulled out one of the arrows from a nearby wooden frame; he studied the piece intently, studying the feathering and the wood used; together with the metal point, Commander! this arrow...

      Not now soldier! Get back on that wall and ready your bow!

      But commander this is....

      NOW DAMMIT! Mayberry screamed, Davivth backed away and got back into position; he was stunned and withdrawn; he seemed worried and concerned but his commander wasn't listening.

      Meanwhile, Chillington soldiers had only managed one wave of arrows during the time it took for the monsters to set up and load their catapult devices. And with a loud roar from the rear of the troops those catapults launched their ammunition, huge wooden spheres headed for the castle walls as the soldiers braced for impact. Men, hold your lines! the commander tried to keep his men on track. The heavy wooden spheres smashed against the walls, but their ammunition did not create an explosion as expected. Instead, a powerful smelling liquid burst all over the walls; the floors and even the soldiers. Commander Mayberry shook off the watery substance and coughed from the fumes. What the hell?

      Davivth was quick to let his thoughts known, It's some sort of oil commander.

      Lewis Mayberry stood in shock; he froze on the spot realising what they had planned; his face went pale and he quickly screamed at his men to move away from the walls. But by now the advancing monsters had been instructed once more, but this time it wasn't goblins who were given orders; instead another blast from the goblin horn had prompted a different kind of attack from way up in the sky, a medium sized female dragon circled from behind the enemy troops, flying at speed towards the castle walls. arching around perimeter and quickly igniting the flammable liquid that had been splashed across the castle, the several burst spheres of fuel had formed a large flammable area across the top of the castle wall, and now it had ignited from the female dragon's sweeping blast of fire-breath; soldiers fled and screamed as their clothes ignited and their bodies burnt. Mayberry and a small group of soldiers including Jenkins had managed to flee the top line, but now Chillington numbers had shrunk, defending the gate was becoming near impossible. Where are the rest of the Chillington soldiers? we need more men than this! Lewis Mayberry could see how desperate the situation had become, You! What is your name?

      Davivth, replied the Welshman.

      Go to the barracks; tell them we need more men. This gate will not hold against so many goblins.

      Right away commander; but I have to tell you that....

      The commander interrupted Davivth once more, There's no time! Go! Go now! Davivth huffed and ran down the steps to make his way back to the barracks.

      Meanwhile, the loud roars were much closer and commander Mayberry climbed a small set of steps to look through an open

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