DRAGONS ARE COMING TO CELENIC EARTH TO END A WAR RAGING ON FOR CENTURIES
Pernonil was lost to the Elves….the southern lands forsaken by the tribes….Chenesia lost to the Vale…Shadowolf lost to the world… It has been two years since Shadowolf released the power node and destroyed Mercius; since he had been mysteriously taken by a dragon to Bentley Strip. But rumours of the dragons are stirring in New Avalion, and one of them is that the son of Nighthale has returned.
The Shadow Clan reform and set out to him in the Strip, and they meet a man wiser and more powerful than before. They quickly learn that Shadowolf had been in another world with Asgorna the Dragon King in what is called the Dragon War, a war that has leaked into Celenic Earth and that the dark lord Le’Mar plans to use to his advantage. Ursula the unicorn joins their Clan, and urges Shadowolf to find a horn lost in the Battle of T’Mar’s Scourge. The horn holds untold power and would assist in defeating the dark lord. But on their way they find many obstacles, including the undead, witches, the Butcher of Philagis and Firestroms.
Quietly, Le’Mar is preparing his new champion for the War, Sonersaat the DragonRider. As his quest grows larger, Shadowolf decides to enter Eldor’s Forest, find Eldor and Masara and await Le’Mar. It is a war the earth has been anticipating….and it is a war with the direst consequences.
The “Prophecy of the DragonRider” is upon them…
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He kicked into the Hu’Mar’s knee, struck with his elbow into its face and turned to deliver a smashing kick to its jaw. Before he landed again, something grabbed his injured leg and he crashed to the ground. He looked back to see the left Hu’Mar pulling him along by its arm that had become a thorny vine.
The blood from his spiked leg was rolling onto his shirt and face. He tasted sand and rock. He twisted onto his back as the viney Hu’Mar stood up for the attack. In its left free hand appeared a sword.
Before he was below the Hu’Mar he hopped onto the vine-entrapped leg and lifted into the air. His injured leg kicked the sword hand away while his right leg delivered a devastating kick to its face. When Shadowolf landed, he placed his palm around the vine and fire coursed over its green, slimy surface.
The Hu’Mar wailed and retracted its vine. Its scream was silenced as Ruben-Willow found a lovely spot on the right side of its sternum and the Hu’Mar died.
Shadowolf whirled up and caught the arrow that he had heard whistling towards him. The steel shaft burnt softly against his elemental skin, its evil power fighting against the will of good. His remaining opponent charged towards him. In the background he saw that Darcwulf had also killed one of the Hu’Mar.
