Conlan saw Martius conversing with a flamboyantly dressed man at his side, but could not make out what was said. Turbis appeared to intercede, placing his hand on Martius’s back. Martius’s shoulders dropped and he shook his head; then he straightened, seeming to take a deep breath as his chest thrust forward.
“The legionary brotherhood has many traditions…” Martius’ voice was rich and deep but it cracked as he spoke. “We have served the Empire for a thousand years and more since our formation by the great Xandar himself.” Martius paused and took another deep breath. “Our Empire survives through tradition, through honour. Some amongst our legionary brotherhood lost their honour on the field of battle at Sothlind. These brothers require our assistance to regain their lost pride.”
Soldiers in golden breastplates trooped forward below the balcony to stand facing the remnants of the Twelfth and Third legions.
Conlan’s stomach knotted. Something felt wrong, the atmosphere laden with tension. Beside him, Villius shifted his attention from Martius to Turbis and back, his brow furrowed.
Peering down at his comrades in the Third, standing proud regardless of the turn of events, Conlan thought he saw many of them exchanging nervous glances.
The Twelfth Legion, meanwhile, remained impassive, with their hands behind their backs and their heads bowed. A gust of wind blew across the square, strong enough to lift the legionaries’ cloaks. Conlan realised with a start that the men of the Twelfth had their hands tied behind their backs. One young legionary stared defiantly up at the balcony.
A bell tolled at the opposite end of the square. Black-garbed men streamed out of the temple of the dark god in a double column, the priests of the Sender, tiny in the distance. An awed silence rolled down the square at the approach of the dark god’s disciples.
Conlan looked from the approaching priests to the Twelfth legion, then across at General Martius. His legs weakened as realisation dawned.
“We must regain our lost dignity. The men of the Twelfth were broken on the field,” said Martius, voice now strong and even. “They must be cleansed. The augaries have been taken. The gods have called for…” Martius paused, his face draining of colour, “… decimation.”
“No!” Conlan shouted, his voice echoing across the square. “General, No!”
Afterword
Dear reader,
One of the ‘rules’ of fantasy book writing is that you should never, under any circumstances, start a book in the middle of a battle. The fact that you are reading this afterword means that you saw your way through the first fifty pages and came to realise that there is a little more to the story than a bunch of screaming barbarians. I thank you for your patience and for seeing it through to the end. I really hope that you enjoyed the story so far.
I feel like I should apologise for the cliff hanger ending, but it was necessary as the ‘Adarna chronicles’ are episodic in nature. Book two should be out soon if it is not out already, so if you liked this book then please do feel free to pop into your nearest book store or book vending website and buy a copy.
Jason K. Lewis
May 2014
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ADARNA CHRONICLES
BOOK TWO
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RISING
Jason K. Lewis
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