The Last Emerald Dragon Series

The Last Emerald Dragon  Chapter Three AMALLIA'S LOVE     Standing on top of the snowcapped mountains of Kediliron; the old wizard is looking down toward the beach.  There he watches as a group of people pick up a body and place him on the shoulders of the leader of the group.  The wizard speaks to himself.  He is used to be being alone with himself so he has grown accustomed to talking to himself.     'Mm... Good, he has been found by the ones that are chosen to find him.  There is no turning back now; the events of the future are in motion...  Neither Alagoth nor Shather can stop this now.'  He watches as the man carries the body to the castle and into a small cabin.     Sitting in the rafters of the loft, he watches as Zyrad makes a potion, to help Tynes heal himself.  He watches as Tynes coughs as he drinks the substance down.  The wizard stays in the rafters all the while, watching over Tynes.  All day and all night he watches as Amallia sits by the bed

THE LAST EMERALD DRAGON  CHAPTER TWO  THE SEARCH, THE ARRIVAL     The room was in complete darkness, the only light that could be seen is floating on a small table, the bowl that produced that light is nothing more than candle strength. Shadows swirl around this light but never coming too close to be seen in it.  There is a low murmuring sound in the shadows of the room.  The lone figure sitting next to the table is bent over the bowl of water that is giving off the light, its hands are lying palms down on either side of the bowl. Its head is leaning over looking into the water.  The figure is concentrating on the water when it hears someone walking in its' chamber, it never looks up to see the new arrival walk up to it.     The person standing has black skin with pointed ears.  His eyes are pointed at the ends next to his temples, his pupils being a dark crimson red.  His platinum hair is long that reaches the middle of his back, it is tied up in a long tail.  H

The Last Emerald Dragon  CHAPTER ONE  THE STORM      The morning sun is cresting the great castle in the land of Kediliron. The golden rays brighten the early dew of the deep green grass of the kingdom. The only movement in the village is the guards doing their patrols. Some of the new trainees are being roused by their commanders with the sound of banging swords to shields. Commands by the officers could be heard only just outside the barracks’ walls.     Outside the town proper, there is a slight breeze flowing across the sea from the west. Small waves reflecting the blue sky and the green seaweed, crested over the shore. The mixture of salt water scent and smoke from the blacksmith shop give any seafaring veteran the smell of home.     The night before had been a little different. The seas were rough and Kediliron had received the worst island storm they have had in over a hundred years. The white sands of the beach that were formed by the death and rebirth of