Night of the Storm: An Epic Fantasy Novel (The Eura Chronicles Book 2) by K.N. Lee Page A

as that of an Ancient.
    Dragnor’s eyes scanned the assembled warriors.
    “What of Nostfar?”
    This would be the test to see if they truly were loyal. He didn’t doubt any of them. None had families that they remembered. But still, there could be a shred of loyalty to one’s race.
    Dragnor had given that loyalty up long ago. Wexcyn promised them immortality, the chance to be rulers in this new world while all other Shadow Elves would be totally wiped out.
    Nomavi gave a single nod. His troops were all garbed in green.
    “There was one problem,” Parvos admitted. “We entered the Raeden palace. We killed everyone, however, the Alden heir lives. Our brothers found him in Tolrinia, and he escaped.”
    Dragnor’s grin faded as he watched Parvo’s expressionless face. None of those men feared him. They were bred without fear. If it came down to a fight, Dragnor would lose, but his power made him stronger then all of those men.
    His jaw clenched. He tried to keep his composure, but Dragnor hated bad news.
    “Which one? Was it Daveed, the eldest?” Dragnor could only imagine how powerful that Tryan would be with all of his ancestor’s power passed down.
    “No, the youngest,” Parvos said.
    “Wilem?”
    “Yes. He lives. The Storm, Prince Liam, rescued him.”
    Dragnor stared at Parvos then he looked over the other Maloji.
    Dragnor laughed. “But the boy cannot be a day over ten years old.”
    Parvos nodded. “And yet we should never underestimate a Legacy, even one that is a child. Children grow into men. Men that seek revenge for the deaths of loved ones.”
    Dragnor’s laughter was extinguished. “Very well, Parvos. If he is still alive in Kyril, the beasts should kill most of the Tryans as they try and reach Eura.”
    “He has a dragon.”
    Dragnor’s eyes widened. It took a lot to surprise him. Dragons were rare. They were the most powerful creatures in the world. The vision of a Legacy, commanding a dragon changed things.
    “Nomavi,” Dragnor turned to the elf.
    Nomavi stood still and ready to be commanded.
    “Dragnor.”
    “Find the Alden Legacy. Kill him.”
    Nomavi nodded, and he turned to his men. They didn’t need orders; their duty was understood. They filed behind their leader and exited the palace.
    “All right, brothers,” Dragnor clasped his hands before him. His gaze darkened as he thought of the many tasks that needed to be carried out. “Now let’s get a move on before the emperor is awakened.”
    “What about The Flame? Are you still searching for her?”
    A grin appeared on Dragnor’s face. “Don’t worry. I’ve already found her.”

 
    IT WAS A LONG WAY DOWN from where Lilae stood on the balcony of her room in the Citadel guest house.
    Lilae looked down at the stone beneath her. She clutched the railing, afraid that somehow she would fall to her death.
    Lilae was never fond of heights.
    Still, she couldn’t help standing there, taking in the magnificent view of Gollush and its thousands of citizens.
    The cavern was tall enough to house buildings that rivaled any that Lilae had ever seen in her many travels through Eura. The narrow stone towers were sure to house hundreds of elves at a time, with ten to twenty rows of windows that looked out of the circular structures.
    Clearly, this civilization had spent thousands of years building, growing, and advancing.
    This, Nostfar, was nothing like she’d imagined it to be.
    Footsteps drew Lilae’s attention. She glanced back at Pretica as she walked from Lilae’s room to the small balcony.
    “I bet you never expected such an achievement from Shadow Elves,” Pretica said with a tight smile on her lips. She stood beside Lilae and shrugged. “I know of your folktales and scary bedtime stories.”
    Lilae’s cheeks reddened. “You’re right. I did not.”
    “That’s fine. We have stories about you too,” she said with a chuckle. “We thought your teeth would be pointier. Sharp enough to bite our throats like the stories my