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    The End of Twilight: Ravens and Dragons, #2
    The End of Twilight: Ravens and Dragons, #2
    The End of Twilight: Ravens and Dragons, #2
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    The End of Twilight: Ravens and Dragons, #2

    By A.P. Hernández

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    Enter a marvelous universe full of darkness and magic!

    War is about to break out. The Kingdom of Shadows, led by the goddess Thënda, is gathering forces, recruiting nameless beings and creatures of the night already thought to be extinct.

    Humanity is unknowingly on the verge of complete annihilation.

    Rodrik and his men must reach Nebula, warn King Fird, and face this unprecedented threat before it's too late. But the road is long, dangers lurk around every corner, and nameless beings standing in their way are becoming more powerful, and more intelligent.

    Discover the second installment of this fascinating dark fantasy series.

    Enjoy adventures full of action, adventure and magic!

    The second installment of the Ravens and Dragons saga.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBadPress
    Release dateJun 15, 2023
    ISBN9781667458595
    The End of Twilight: Ravens and Dragons, #2
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    A.P. Hernández

    Ο Antonio Pérez Hernández (Μούρθια, 1989) είναι δάσκαλος στην Πρωτοβάθμια Εκπαίδευση, παιδαγωγός, με Μάστερ στην Καινοτομία και στην Έρευνα στην Εκπαίδευση και Δόκτορ, με τη διάκριση cum laude (έπαινος), για τη Διδακτορική του Διατριβή Αξιολόγηση της ικανότητας στην επικοινωνία δια της γλώσσας μέσα από διηγήματα στην Πρωτοβάθμια Εκπαίδευση. Εργάζεται ως δάσκαλος και συγγραφέας.

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      The End of Twilight - A.P. Hernández

      Book of Adventure, Suspense and Fantasy

      RAVENS AND DRAGONS SAGA (No. 2)

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      THE END OF TWILIGHT

      By A.P. Hernández

      Translated by Angela Fairbank M.A. C.T.

      CHAPTER 1

      The night was black and starless; darkness was spreading like a thick layer over the world, taking any colors with it, and absorbing every last speck of light.

      The embers in the fire were also beginning to fade, but the dim glow they emitted was more than enough. Atóni looked around and made out the silhouettes of his companions.

      They were all in the arms of Morpheus.

      Judging from his loud snoring, Ogrút was slumbering very soundly.

      But Atóni was unable to fall asleep. The Wise Warrior threw aside his heavy sheepskin cloak and let the night chill cool his bare torso.

      That’s much better, he decided, digging his fingers into the earth.

      Refreshed by the icy wind, he looked up at the firmament to contemplate the endless stars ... but of course he saw nothing. Darkness had imposed its realm of shadows.

      Just at that moment, a thought returned to the surface of his mind. Atóni tried not to think about it, but, just like shipwrecks, eventually the tides in his mind tended to raise his sunken memories to the surface.

      I bless you with the Power of the Wind. He could hear Star’s voice clearly. It was as if she were whispering in his ear.

      Atóni had never claimed such power. In fact, he was dressed in a humble gray cloak indicating to the four winds that he wasn’t a magician and lacked the necessary knowledge to control the elements.

      Why did she give it to me?

      The Archer Queen knew he’d left Lência before completing his training, yet—

      She kissed me.

      Of course, the Wise Warrior was well aware it hadn’t actually been a kiss. It had only been a channel of communication between two souls; a bridge to transmit the sphere of light.

      And now that gift was beating inside him, running beneath his skin, and warming his blood.

      CHAPTER 2

      The next morning, after a quick breakfast consisting of berries and salted meat, the men set off. There was no time to lose. They still had a long way to go before they would reach White Port.

      That is if we get there, Atóni thought. As long as we don’t perish in the Swamp of the Penitent.

      Rodrik led the group. As usual, he was carrying the bundle containing the fragment of Her over his shoulders and, as was also customary, that damned thing never stopped twisting and turning.

      Atóni was at the very back of the group and was watching the sudden movements of the bundle as it shifted from left to right behind Rodrik’s back. Following the Raven King’s instructions, Atóni was observing his companions.

      Watch over them, Doncos had told him before leaving. They are good men, but the powers granted by Star make them great.

      It didn’t seem to bother anyone, at least not in any obvious way.

      Atóni would keep an eye on them. He was well aware that power corrupts. First Age literature was rife with examples of good men who, after being seduced by some of its many (mostly monetary) forms, became villains.

      Perhaps the most famous example was King Ginos, he thought, the former King of Lökur, who would go on to be remembered as the Red King due to the long trail of blood he’d left behind after his short reign.

      Stop! Sean yelled.

      Atóni put aside his musings. Suddenly, all his senses were on alert. His heart started beating faster.

      Pet has found something! Sean reported.

      Indeed, Pet was standing with his head down and his right arm outstretched. His hand was in the form of a fist. He was unable to speak, but this was his way of indicating that he’d found something important.

      Instinctively, Rodrik put his hand on his sword’s hilt and grasped it firmly. If he had to unsheathe it, he would do so without hesitating. Alert, he retraced his steps until he was standing right next to Pet.

      What’s wrong? he asked.

      Of course he received no answer. It would have been more likely for a dragon to appear suddenly behind a bush than to expect a single word from Pet. Consequently, Rodrik merely followed his gaze. Pet was staring at whatever had caught his eye.

      Atóni glanced at the undergrowth and peered through the mantle of dead leaves. Apart from a stone and a millipede crawling over it, he saw nothing unusual.

      I don’t see—, Rodrik muttered, suddenly understanding. Slowly, he pulled his hand away from his sword. He wouldn’t need it. At least, not at the moment.

      It wasn’t a stone.

      All the men clustered around Pet.

      What the devil’s going on? Ogrút asked, pushing his way through. Why—?

      He saw it and stopped talking.

      Under the watchful eyes of his men, Captain Rodrik crouched down and, with unusual delicacy, pulled away the mantle of leaves covering it.

      Damn! Läss swore.

      It was a corpse, the skeletal remains of some wretch.

      What did they do to him? Sean, the Walking Snake, asked. And why?

      It was the first question that had come into his head, and he had asked it as if it had come from his heart, devoid of any ornament. Why?

      Someone (or something) had killed the wretch. That much was obvious from the numerous broken bones; mainly the arms and the skull, which had sunken areas in the front and parietal bone.

      It would seem that this poor man suffered a surprise attack. Despok pointed to the object lying half-hidden in the earth a couple of yards from the corpse.

      It was a sword.

      Läss picked it up.

      It’s still in its sheath. And, with a quick movement, he removed it from its leather cover. The steel hissed and flashed on contact with the sun’s rays.

      What a weapon! Läss passed it between his hands. It was as light as a feather and its handle contained the carving of a wolf’s head, with two red rubies embedded in its eyes.

      I’m going to keep it! he decided, placing it on his belt next to his sickle.

      The poor devil didn’t even have time to unsheathe it, Captain Rodrik shook his head with some concern. They took him by surprise.

      As if they had agreed, the group looked at Atóni. If anyone could shed any light on the case, it was him.

      It appears to be the work of a nameless being. A burst of wind whipped round them, causing the treetops to murmur strangely. I believe we’re approaching the Swamp of the Penitent.

      CHAPTER 3

      They walked for a long time until sunset started hovering over Nifel Forest. When darkness arrived, they were already tired and hungry. The soles of their feet were aching, and they needed to replenish their strength.

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