The Chronicles of the Dragoon Purenity

By Destin A. Wilson

Calushiaa is an ancient and mythical land that has been at war for more than a millennia. The war between the vile and corrupt Rongkin and the mystical forces of light known only as the protectors has engulfed the land of Calushiaa and has now become such a strife that every peasant of the land knows of the war.

One boy named Litherien will soon find out just how far the fighting goes as he is thrown into a war he has never even known about. Other than his small village, he knows nothing of the world around him. As a boy, he saw an image that left him dreaming about a world he thought to be impossibleuntil now.

Dragons, magic, the forces of good and evil, dwarves, elves, and the creatures that go bump in the night are all real, and he is soon to be thrown into a world that will take him through hardships, love, and more adventures than a boy could ever want!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jul 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524526382

Destin A. Wilson

My name is Destin. I live in Reno, Nevada. Honestly, I’ve never been an avid reader. I’m not qualified at all for writing novels, but I lived in a dream world during my first eight years of schooling when I was bullied, and everyone said I should share it with people. I really hope that, with this novel, I can show kids being bullied that the power of words can be good too not just for how deadly they can be when a bully puts them in a term that tears them down. If I can reach one kid with this and show them that words can take you to a better place than where they are, then I’ve accomplished that. Thank you.

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Copyright © 2016 by Destin A. Wilson.

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CONTENTS

Chapter One

Chapter Two: The Fight for Survival

Chapter Three: The Magic of Calushiaa

I'D like to dedicate this to all of my family and loved ones.

but especially my nana. my papa. my dad. my uncle frank.

my sister bre. my cousin jackie. my aunt millie and uncle todd.

my nephew brandon. my uncle charles. and also Morgan, Hails, and Tristan

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CHAPTER ONE

F or a seventeen year old boy named Litherien Eldrun, village is home. He lives with his mom and two sisters. Litherien works for the smith in the village named Borthos. Litherien had worked for three days straight and was eager to get back home to his mother and sister’s. Even though it was a three-mile journey, he was anxious to get on the road. Just after sundown, Borthos told Litherien that it’s time to close up the forge lith. Litherien let out a sigh of relief. After that, Litherien couldn’t stop thinking about getting home. It seemed like the minutes he had to work were days as time slowed to a crawl. Finally, Litherien finished cleaning up the shop, and Borthos told him that he could leave. By now, the sun had already set over the horizon, and only the moon remained to guide Litherien home. Litherien waved goodbye to all of his friends in the village and set off for home as he shouted, I’ll be back next week! Litherien continued on his path to his home, and as he bid farewell to the town, it was only him and the critters left in the dark to keep him company.

Litherien watched as he saw the town dwindle in the distance. He knew it wouldn’t be long before he would return, so he continued happily. In the back of his mind, Litherien knew that if he didn’t make it home tonight, it wouldn’t turn out well for his family, so he tried to hurry as quickly as he could. Lith’s mother and sisters have waited for Litherien to return home for three days with the meat and other necessities that they needed to survive. Lith’s family was very poor and relied on him to work so that they could eat. Even though they had crops of wheat on their farm, it wasn’t enough to keep them all fed and healthy throughout the year. About three miles down the road to his house, in the Ebberwood hills, Litherien stopped to take a break. As he sat down on a fallen log, his legs grew weary and started to tremor. Litherien was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open. Litherien’s eyes started to grow heavy, and he nodded off. A few moments later, Lith heard a rustle in the bushes behind him. He slowed his breathing and listened intently. As he bent down to grab a rough tree branch to defend himself, he felt the twinge of cold steel creep across his neck. Litherien turned around slowly, but all he saw was a dagger held up to his throat and a dark shaded man holding it there. Within seconds, Litherien was surrounded by dozens of shaded figures. And just as things were starting to clear enough for him to see just how many figures were standing around him, he was hit over the head by something hard. His body went limp as he sank into the ground. Before Litherien fell unconscious, he felt somebody picked him up and started walking with his body on their shoulder.

Litherien awoke the next morning tied to a wooden post in the middle of an encampment. Where he was, he did not know. All he could see was the dirt bellow him and the sides of the makeshift tents facing him. Litherien did nothing for a few minutes; trying to take in his surroundings, he closed his eyes and concentrated. He could only smell cheap wine and overly ripe men who needed a bath. He opened his eyes to find three figures standing in front of him. He could not make out what they looked like because the sun was high in the sky blinding him from seeing the people in front of him. Litherien heard them talking among themselves but couldn’t understand what they were saying. Litherien barked, Who are you, people? What do you want from me? Why am I here— Litherien was cut off by a soft but gentle voice of a woman. She said, We want to know why you were on our lands! Why are you here elf? Litherien said, I will tell you nothing until I see your faces. Softly, the woman said, We are the order of the dragon. We mean you no harm. We were on the trail of a band of Rongkin. Litherien was awe struck and could not believe what he heard. The first thing to cross Litherien’s mind was his family. If the Rongkin had been so close to the road by his house, they might have been there and his family may need him.

Litherien sat in a daze for a little while until one of the other shaded figures spoke and asked Litherien what he was doing so late in the Ebberwood hills. Litherien replied my house is only two miles from where you all ambushed me. Litherien’s eyes became huge. He gasped, and in a fast tone, he yelled out, Oh my goodness! My family! It was on my way home with food and money because they haven’t eaten in over two days. I need to get home to them now! They are starving! As Litherien went on to say something else about the matter, the woman that captured him spoke up and asked, Is your home on a farm of wheat fields? And what does your family consist of? Litherien replied, Yes, my home is on a wheat field. We grow it ourselves. My family consists of me, my two sisters, Alessa and Sobreinia, and my mother, Correndia. My father abandoned us when I was only six. The shaded woman sighed and let out a disapproving breath, and as she let out her breath, she looked at Litherien and started with, I am so sorry. Me and my troops went by their when we were chasing down the Rongkin. Litherien was scared to hear what was coming next, for he already knew what happened by the way that she said I’m sorry. But for his peace of mind, he took in a breath and asked the woman to continue. So the woman said, Again, I’m so sorry, but there was nothing left when we got there—just a burned down house and three woman bodies strung up on nooses and hanging over a twenty-foot-tall mound of ash and fire. Again, I am sorry for what has transpired.

Litherien’s eyes started to sparkle as tears rolled down his face. The shaded lady said to her guards to cut Litherien loose from where he was being held and for another guard to go and get the best piece of meat in the encampment and some wine and bring it to her. Just as she got through talking to the second guard, a soldier ran up to her gasping for air as if he was about to faint and whispered in the woman’s ear. As the soldier got about halfway through what he was trying to tell the woman, she stopped him from saying another word and looked at Litherien. The woman looked at Litherien and said, I am very sorry to not have enough time to tell you more about what happened, but there is a problem I must attend to. As she started walking away, Litherien could now see her face. The woman had white skin—as pale as the moon—with hair that moved like the wind and as red as fire. On her right cheek was a dragon tattoo that stretched from her right eye down and around her neck. Her eyes were a dark green and twinkled in the sunlight. She also had a scar on her forehead that looked like she was cut by a sword or a dagger. To Litherien, the woman was a goddess of beauty. She walked like a queen but held herself like a battle-born soldier. Even though Litherien saw her as the woman that captured him, he saw her soul as pure grace, kindness, and utter beauty. As she walked away, she turned around and said, My name is Valoorey. Litherien replied with a thank you and a fake smile so he wouldn’t seem rude and un-appreciative.

As Litherien got done eating, Valoorey came back into view. She walked gracefully over to Litherien. He tried to stand up to greet her and instantly fell to the ground. Two of the soldiers standing nearby rushed over to help Litherien get back to his feet. When the two soldiers extended their hands to help him get up, Litherien yelled, Leave me be. I am just fine! As Valoorey approached Litherien, he stumbled to get to his feet because of the pain in his legs, so he rolled over onto his bottom and crossed his legs. By the time Litherien got turned over, Valoorey was standing above him in a golden silk robe embroidered with a variation of different gems and jewels. The dress swung down clear over her feet. Valoorey smiled at Litherien and said, You should really allow someone to help you get up. You are weak and tired. Litherien sighed and agreed with her. Valoorey snapped her fingers, and in an instant, two soldiers came out from behind her and in another instant, Litherien were back on his feet. Valoorey asked Litherien if she could speak with him in private. Litherien replied with a smile and said, Sure, just lead the way.

Litherien and Valoorey walked about forty paces away from Litherien’s new tent and came to a red and white tent. Valoorey pulled back the flap door, and they both walked inside. But when they entered, Litherien was awe struck by the sheer-size golden trinkets and the variations of different jewels and stones all over the place. If a tent could become a permanent home, this is the tent Litherien would choose to spend the rest of his life in. Valoorey walked past Litherien as she said, Well, come on. We have a lot to talk about today. Litherien followed Valoorey to the back of the tent while walking by many priceless and expensive pieces of furniture and family heirlooms. But at last, they came to the back of the tent where a table stood in the middle of the room. The table was carved with a full-scale model of the empire of Calushiaa. Each city was carved into a one-fifth-size replica of the palace in each kingdom. And to represent the armies of Calushiaa and the Rongkin were wooden statuettes of a horse for the cavalries, swordsmen for the foot troops, and an archer for the ranged foot troops. However, there was one kind of piece that Litherien could not figure out, so he asked Valoorey what the piece stood for. When Litherien found out what it stood for, he dropped to his knees in surprise. He said, What! That piece is to show where you’re what are? Valoorey replied, That piece is to show me where the dragons of each faction are located. And for once in his life, Litherien knew he was not crazy when he thought he saw a