Sauragia E-Book

J. S. Allen

• Herausgeber: Bluedrake Books
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

Summer has arrived—and so has Edward the Slayer! 
After decades of relative peace, the dinosaurs of Cardolin are thrust into war when their barbarous neighbours invade without warning. With most of its veterans captured or killed right away, it's up to new arrival Astron and his cohorts to lead the defence of the capital city, Saurahall. But even it cannot possibly withstand the might of the battle-hardened invaders long without help. Thus, Astron must venture far beyond the city walls to seek out someone who can save the new home and friends he loves before it's too late.

Leseprobe

SAURAGIA

J. S. ALLEN

ALSO BY THIS AUTHOR:

Journey to the Red Mountain

Woodland Tales

Dedication

For Mrs. Hodgell.

Thanks for the memories.

Copyright

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Text and Map Copyright © 2022 by J. S. Allen

Cover Art Copyright © 2020 by Heather Bruton

First published in 2020 by J.S.A. Books,

an imprint of J.S.A. Media

This edition published by Bluedrake Books,

an imprint of Ash Tree Media

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form by electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing from the publisher, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages in a review.

Publisher’s Cataloging-In-Publication Data

(Prepared by The Donohue Group, Inc.)

Names: Allen, J. S., 1995- author.

Title: Sauragia / J.S. Allen.

Description: [Belton, Missouri] : Bluedrake Books, an imprint of Ash Tree Media, [2022] | Series: Sauragia ; [1] | Interest age level: 13 and up. | Originally published: J.S.A. Books, an imprint of J.S.A. Media, 2020. | Summary: "Decades of peace are shattered by the arrival of the ambitious King Edward and his barbarous Saltrak horde in the Realm of Cardolin. With its best dinosaurs captured or killed right away, it is up to new arrival Astron to try and save the besieged capital city of Saurahall"-- Provided by publisher.

Identifiers: ISBN 9781956619003 (hardcover) | ISBN 9781956619010 (paperback) | ISBN 9781956619027 (ePub)

Subjects: LCSH: Kings and rulers--Juvenile fiction. | Dinosaurs--Juvenile fiction. | Imaginary places--Juvenile fiction. | CYAC: Kings, queens, rulers, etc.--Fiction. | Dinosaurs--Fiction. | Imaginary places--Fiction. | LCGFT: Fantasy fiction. | Action and adventure fiction. | BISAC: YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Fantasy / Epic. | YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Animals / General. | YOUNG ADULT FICTION / Action & Adventure / General.

Classification: LCC PZ7.1.A4386 Sa 2022 (print) | LCC PZ7.1.A4386 (ebook) | DDC [Fic]--dc23

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Contents

Map

Introduction

Part I: Saurahall

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Part II: Siege

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Part III: Reckoning

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Epilogue

About the Author

Map

Introduction

A new day broke over the rocky hills of West Aldock. The thin mantle of lingering fog slowly began to disperse as the first red rays of the sun slashed across the purple dawn sky like bloody clawmarks. Silent tension hung like a taut bowstring across the late spring air. The omens were good.

So thought the owner of the two pale yellow-green eyes observing this beautiful morning from a copse to the south. His thin reptilian lips curled into a smile that looked singularly out of place on his pointy grey-green face. All his life he had followed the sun. He had chased it to its origins in the eastern sea and now ruled everything between here and there. The time had come to follow it to its glorious resting place in the west. His eyes gleamed with delight at the thought of the conquests to come. Yes, destiny had called his name.

And he was ready to answer.

Part I: Saurahall

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Astron looked around with absolute wonder. The pupils in his shimmering golden eyes narrowed to thin slits against the glare of windows in the bright morning sun as he did. So this was it: Saurahall. His father hadn’t been kidding when he had told him it was the finest city in the entire Realm of Cardolin. He had passed through several cities in his native South Country to get here. Some had been nice; others less so. But none were as nice as this one. A tingle of excitement swept down from the tip of his snout to the vestigial digits of his hind claws as he set off down the main street.

Like most Alvarosaurs, Astron was slim and agile with a well-proportioned and fairly flexible tail. His scaly reptilian skin was a light green made slightly darker from long days in the sun, and like all males he had a low crest running from between his eyes to the base of his neck. His had attractively wavy peaks, though others’ could be spiky, ridgelike, or smooth. He was a bit taller than average and had a pair of almost matching scars running the length of his forearms from a childhood accident. Otherwise his appearance was not that notable. At least, he didn’t think so.

In his vibrant new surroundings, the wide-eyed farm boy found his head turning this way and that to take everything in. His ear slits were assaulted from a hundred directions at once by the bustle of the thriving morning market, and his eyes by the many colourful wares being sold. He watched in awe as a massive covered wagon lumbered past, hauled by a couple of huge cow-like creatures he had never seen before. He couldn’t wait to tell his father about this!

Such was his interest that he promptly found himself knocked flat on his rump as a dino in a bit of a rush smacked into his shoulder.

“Oh! I’m terribly sorry there, lad,” said the other, an Alvarosaurus of middling years, as he helped him up. “How very clumsy of me.”

“No, it was my fault,” said Astron dusting himself off. “Wasn’t watching my step.”

“Ah, yes. Not a good idea this time of day.” He gave the youngster a quick inspection. “You’re not from around here, I’ll wager. South Country, perhaps?”

Astron nodded. “That’s right.”

“What’s your name then?”

“Astron, sir.”

“Astron, eh?” He extended his claw. “Captain Humphreys at your service.”

Astron’s eyes widened as he shook the proffered claw. “Captain of the Guard!”

“Guard? No, Saurahall Defence Force. At any rate, what brings you to our fair city just now, hmm?”

“I was looking for the Palace.”

“Well, you’re certainly on the right course then,” said Humphreys, turning to point the way. “It’ll be the rather towering structure at the end of this street. Can’t miss it. I could walk you there if you’d like.”

“No, don’t trouble yourself, sir.”

“Right. Well, good day then, Astron.”

And in a flash the officer was gone.

Astron tried not to look too embarrassed as he proceeded. Not five minutes in town and he had already quite literally rubbed shoulders with an officer of Saurahall. He wished he hadn’t looked like such a donkey in front of the fellow, though at least he’d been polite enough about it. His father had been right about that too: The citizens here really were friendly sorts, and the sense of community was incredibly strong.

As he ambled down the avenue he tried to keep an eye on where he was going while still taking in the interesting and in some cases downright beautiful sights and sounds that made up Saurahall. Even with its impressive array of paved streets and sturdy stonework, it was not an enormous city by most standards. The atmosphere of natural beauty provided by its numerous patches of greenery complemented nicely the aura of safety projected through its high, solid walls. And despite its ancient foundations, the air was alive with possibilities. Yes, this was definitely the place for a young dino to get his start. And there, just ahead, was his starting point.

He stopped at the opposite corner a moment to admire the grand façade of the three-storey Palace at Saurahall. The gates were guarded, but wide open as though anticipating his arrival. Here at last was his destination, his reason for making the week-long journey from home. He checked his pocket to make sure he still had the letter of recommendation written in the nearly illegible scrawl of his father. Yes, there it was. Astron did not know exactly what it said, for despite his mother’s best efforts, written words remained but a jumble of scribbles to his mind’s eye. But he knew it would help him, and that was what mattered. He adjusted the battered old sword at his right side to make a good first impression. All set! And so, heaving a sigh from his broad, well-muscled chest, he started across the busy way.

As he came to the open Palace gate, a spear-toting Alvarosaurus wearing a leather jerkin with the emblem of the king upon it accosted him.

“Greetings, young sir,” she said with a toothy smile and a lazy salute. “What brings you to the Palace this fine morning, eh?”

“I came to see the king,” replied Astron politely. “I have a letter for him.”

“A letter, you say? Can we see it, please?”

“Certainly.” Astron pulled it out and passed it to her. She opened it up and read it aloud to herself in a low murmur. But Astron was far more interested in the second guard. He was much younger—Astron’s age minus maybe a year or two—but had a solid build, especially in the legs. They were the legs of a runner. And he had keen, observant eyes besides. They were certainly keen in observing Astron, anyway. He smiled at the youth, who smiled warmly back as the first guard finished reading.

“So, you’re Argon’s lad, are you?” she said, giving back the letter.

“Hm? Oh! Yes, I am.” Astron nodded. “You knew him?”

“Not really. He resigned a couple days after I joined. But find a guard here what doesn’t know who old Argon is.” She winked, then nodded at her companion. “Take him in, Johnny. The king’ll be pleased to see you, I’ve no doubt.”

“Thank you, miss.”

“Right this way, Astron sir,” said Johnny in a most amiable tone. “You’ll like it here, I think.”

“Thank you. I’m sure I will.”

The young guard headed off toward the impressive rectangular keep. Astron followed through the gate and into the grassy front courtyard of the Palace at Saurahall, his tail giving a rare twitch of excitement along the way.

2

Many miles away beneath the same rising sun, King Edward of the Saltrak was wide awake with his advisors. There were six of them all told. They sat gathered around a campfire in a more heavily wooded region of West Aldock, just a few miles from the border with Cardolin. Most of Edward’s soldiers were asleep at this hour, preferring not to roust themselves before noon. And normally these chieftains would have been too. But circumstances were different today. Something very special was happening that no one among the higher officers wanted to miss: King Edward was holding a council of war.

The rather mysterious Edward of the Saltrak was not a king in the usual sense—with a crown, a sceptre, and a throne—though he hoped soon to remedy this. Known widely as “the Slayer,” King Edward was a most brutal and savage kind of ruler, willing to do anything to attain his goals. His methods of death and destruction were widely known throughout every kingdom south of the Sauragian Mountains. For although he did look after his subjects, he did so solely because they were a means to power—his one and only true love. The only reason he was called a king at all rather than just another warlord was that he had successfully united the bickering tribes of the Saltrak into a single fighting force. With him at their head they had conquered first East, then West Aldock, pillaging and plundering the rocky scrubland realm along their way. Now, with his tribes solidly behind him, King Edward the Slayer had set his sights on the crowning jewel of them all: Cardolin.

He cast an eye about these, his most loyal followers, sitting in a semi-circle before him. These six chieftains and the tribes they led were mostly Gorvosaurs—who were much like Alvarosaurs, save for their stouter limbs, darker greyish green scales, and more warlike attitudes—and a few Alvarosaurs whose lifestyles and attitudes had led them far astray from the roots of their noble species. Edward himself was of the Gorvosaurus bunch: one of the biggest, toughest around. Merely casting his inscrutable pale green gaze over one was enough to make a dino shudder, and none dared challenge him when he did. His subordinates leaned in and listened intently as he spoke.

“I have had visions of late, my warriors. Visions of great things.” He paused to allow someone to ask the obvious: “What sort of things, lord?”

“Wealth, power, position,” replied Edward with practised coolness. “All just waiting to be attained, and in our near future at that.”

“Where do we get all this, lord?” inquired the nearest Gorvosaurus, a somewhat dim-witted creature named Yarwig.

“In the place we’ve not yet entered, Yarwig. The rich lands of the west beckon us. Cardolin is ready to fall, and once we have conquered it, all of its treasure and prestige will be ours for the taking!”

There were murmurs and grunts of agreement from everyone around the campfire. All except one whose name was Carl. Carl was an Alvarosaurus—the only one to be chieftain of a tribe—and therefore not well liked among the leaders’ circle. He was stubborn and contrary at times, but because he was also clever and ruthlessly efficient, Edward kept him around.

“And how do we know Cardolin is ready to fall?” he questioned. “When last I heard, Saurahall was still the seat of the king, and will be well defended, I should think. Not to mention the other massive cities to the north.”

Edward gave him a withering stare, which silenced him. Even Carl knew better than to challenge him when in that mood. He was not called “the Slayer” for nothing. When he was forced to look away, Edward continued his speech.

“Ulric,” he went on. “I understand your warriors are getting a little restless?”

“Aye, lord.”

“And yours too, Yarwig?”

“Aye, lord. They’ve been wanting to move on for a good while now. They’re just spoilin’ for a fight.”

“Then we must appease them,” said the barbarian king with a sagacious nod. “My chieftains, summer begins in two weeks. And with it begins our greatest conquest. We will cross the river Andarus and move into Cardolin. We will strike deep into the heart of the kingdom and claim it for our own. We will lay siege to Saurahall and it will fall.” He glanced pointedly at Carl as he said this. “The weaklings of Cardolin have not fought a war for a long time now, and our host greatly outnumbers the defenders of the famed Saurahall. Once it is in our claws, the other cities of Cardolin will crumble before our very presence. Mark my words, my brethren, by the time winter’s first snow falls…Nay, ere autumn’s first brown leaf falls, we will be living comfortably in our new home with the entire Realm of Cardolin in our claws!”

Several hoots and sniggers arose from the six chieftains as they imagined the wealth and plunder that awaited them beyond the river to the west. They trusted and admired every word of their benevolent lord, King Edward the Slayer.