Tales from the Kingdom of the North: The Kingdom of the North, #1

By Jesper Kristensen

In another world, heroes are needed. They are cursed with immortality, and are obliged to fight to keep our world safe from theForces of Darkness. 
 
Discover the saga of Ganhargel the hero, owner of the dragon powers, and his dragon Khaefrik. Their history was recorded by the mage Narfgel!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: DRSC Publishers
• Release date: Jun 15, 2016
• ISBN: 9781533700865

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The Kingdom of the North

Tales from the Kingdom of the North

Original title of the work: Tales from the Kingdom of the North

Original language of the work: English

Translator: None

Cover picture: © 2015, DRSC Designers

Cover designer: © 2015, DRSC Designers

Website: drscpublishers.dk

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Published in 2016

© 2016, DRSC Publishers

Index

The first tale-The battle of Dunkikvor

The second tale-The forest of Destiny

The third tale-The siege of Århifs

The fourth tale-The last battle

The fifth tale-The future of our world

Afterword

The first tale-The battle of Dunkikvor

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Deep within me, I knew my days were coming to an end.

I spent the last decades spreading my story and my experiences on the battlefield around the world, and yet, very few people believed me. Most of them though I was just some old story-teller, knowing the tales from the last war against the Forces of Darkness. It's true that none of my listeners were present in those times, and that all my comrades-in-arms were killed on the battlefields, and yet, I had been there. But, even if nobody took me seriously, my duty was to continue spreading and keeping these legends alive, so nobody would forget what happened.

I was thinking again about one of my last battles while riding my dragon, but I soon realised I was flying rather low, nearly at ground-level. In order to take some rest, I decided to land in the nearest settlement possible, which happened to be a small village of the newly formed kingdom of Haankirsen.

People knew dragons weren't dangerous anymore, but it was clear very few of the villagers had actually seen one in real life, due to the way they behaved when I landed in the main square, in front of their church. Sadly, my old dragon Khaefrik couldn't be compared to a young one. Extremely slow and too old, he was one of the few living descendents of the great Delkar, a mighty dragon who fought on the side of the Forces of Darkness.

Once I had dismounted my dragon, I took out my horn from my bag, and blew it as loudly as I could, in order to gather the villagers around me.

"Gather, my friends, hear my mighty tale of honour and glory! Hear how I fought with my steel and believed in my sword, and how the war against the Forces of Darkness ended!"

I used to try to convince people that these events I'm about to tell really took place, but, since nobody believed me, I ended up telling it as a tale. People would listen in this case, and, eventually, remember it and pass it to another generation as folklore. That's the only thing I could do in order to keep these events in the memory of the population.

"I came from a land of mighty warriors, warriors that weren't afraid of anything and that praised their gods. We were as strong as a bear, and were trained from the moment we could walk, in order to