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 I would like to give you part of first chapter from my next book in the AshFyr series that I am writing. I will be continuing it once I finish editing the next edition. I hope you enjoy it and you can get the series on Amazon Kindle.

Birds were singing and the meadows were sparkling with the morning dew as the sun crested from behind the Spire mountains. Crimson moon valley had been peaceful for the last five years since Garen and Jade first came to the valley. They have settled in at Casle Luna and the land around them have flourished with the new trade routes around the valley as all the races have gotten along peacefully, when a lone figure appeared in the distance and a loud, terrifying roar could be heard. 

Garen, along with Shaena, Ember, Kari, and his mother were all sitting on the balcony having breakfast when a knock came on their door. Kathena got up to answer it, but before she reached the door it came flying opened and a young servant came barging in, “What is the meaning of all this?” she said. “I am terribly sorry my lady, there is a visitor at the door that demands to be seen immediately,” the young housekeeper said and before Kathena could answer she hurried out the door. “What was that all about mother?” Kari asked. “I do not know, but I think we have a visitor that demands to see us right away,” she said as she sat in her chair. “I will go see what is so important and then I will return,” Garen said. “Now, finish your breakfast and I will return shortly,” he finished as he turned and went through the door. 

A tall figure, draped in a hood and cloak was standing in the foyer when Garen came down the stairs, and as he rounded the corner the figure lowered his hood. “Cyrlan my old friend, how have you been?” he said extending his hand to his old friend. As he approached, he could see a great sadness in his eyes, and he looked tired and beaten, when he fell to his knees. “Go, get a healer, now!” he shouted at the guard standing at the door when he rushed to Cyrlan’s side. Cyrlan looked at Garen and tried to say something, but nothing came as he closed his eyes once more when the healer arrived. “Can he be saved?” he asked the healer. “He is dehydrated and very tired. I do not know what happened, but he has been through a great ordeal and requires a lot of rest,” she said as a couple of servants helped take him to the infirmary. Garen immediately called out for one of the runners and told him to send word to Queen Arinna and Varanel, but first stop in the dwarf city and speak to Krogric. He told him to let them know that he would be coming to visit them as soon as Cyrlan was awake and could speak. Just as the runner left, lady Kathena came to the foyer and when she found out what was happening, she rushed to see if she could help the elf that came from so far. 

Over the next few days, they kept close watch on Cylan, with no news from the North, they had no idea what was happening when Cylan opened his eyes and gasped. “Quickly, bring him a glass of water,” Kathena said, as she embraced him in a hug. “We thought we lost you,” she said as Garen and Shaena came into the room. They went over to his bedside when Garen looked at him, “You sure you’re not part cat,” he said with a chuckle. “You escaped death once again my friend, I am glad that you are back with us. Can you tell us what happened?” he asked. Cyrlan looked at the other as he tried to sit up. “It was a dragon,” he managed to say as the others looked at each other. “A dragon! Are you sure?” Kathena asked. “Yes. I was on my way to tell you about what was going on in the north, when,” stopping he wiped the tears from his eyes, “he attacked me from behind, knocking my Pegasus from the sky, then he killed him. I got tangled in the branches of the trees and he could not find me, so I stayed there for a long time till I knew he was gone and then I found my way here.” was all he could say before burying his face in Kathena’s  shoulder. Everyone just looked at each other, having a tough time believing what they had just heard when Garen looked at his mother. “You don’t think that it is the same dragon that killed my father, do you?” She just looked at him and then she lifted Cyrlan’s head, “What did this dragon look like?” she asked when he looked at her with bloodshot eyes, “It was one of the biggest creatures that I had ever seen. It had spikes from the top of his head, down to his tail and eyes as red as hell itself,” he described to them, and Kathen knew that the Ash dragon had returned to the valley. 

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