One True King: The Divided Region, #4

By D.J.J. Watson

A final warning. A kingdom in peril. A race against the sands of time.

 

When a promising apprentice wizard warns Darius that the king clings to life and the shadow of his traitorous brother looms over the throne, it confirms his worst fears—time has all but run out.

 

With loyal allies but lethal forces encircling them, Darius must cut a path through hostile terrain—evading trackers and death at every turn—to reclaim his birthright and convince his ailing father of the dark prophecy before it's too late.

 

Courage and sacrifice are the prices of haste and any delay in reaching the capital would open the gates to Dillian's dark designs, plunging not just Vlencia, but the realm, into an age of shadows.

 

Kaudon is stirring. Destiny's hour has come. Will Darius step into his legacy or is he out of time? 

• Language: English
• Publisher: DJJW Publishing
• Release date: Nov 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223546238

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CHAPTER ONE

MOVING SHADOWS

The mountains were tall and foreboding, their jagged peaks piercing the ever-present clouds. Wind howled through the valleys as Thade and Ronan rode side by side along the rocky trail that snaked through the gloomy landscape.

The two men were members of the Oldwatch—a place Vlencian criminals opted to serve their time instead of swinging from the gallows or rotting in a dank cell. It was only during these border patrols of Kaudon that Thade regretted such a decision. Despite laying dead and desolate for centuries, an ominous feeling remained over the landscape. The Dead City was a place forgotten by time, but never truly vanquished.

Ronan stroked his beard, smiling at times long away.

What is it? Thade asked.

Just thinking about the day I get to leave this arse-end of the kingdom. Only three more years and the commander should relieve me of my duties.

Lucky for some. I’ve still got eight more summers to go, Thade sighed. What will you do?

Go back to what I know—steal.

Why not learn a trade or forge steel?

Ronan snorted. I’m nearly forty. Nobody will have the patience to train me for anything. Besides… I enjoy the thrill of stealing too much.

Even if it leads you back here?

He paused for a moment before nodding. Aye.

Thade shook his head as thunderous clouds encircled the mountaintops ahead, turning the skyline into an ashy canvas. The air was thick with humidity and only the distant rumblings of thunder could be heard over their horses’ hooves.

I don’t understand why they keep sending us out on these stupid week-long patrols, Ronan complained. Nothing has been seen or heard here in millennia.

Is that fear I detect? Thade quipped, earning a scowl. Consider it an honour, for it was an order passed down from King Valentius Rarkez himself after The Great Battle.

And what exactly has that pretentious prick ever done for you?

Such blasphemy would lob a man's head, but Thade quietly agreed with his counterpart. Duty and honour were things men in search of purpose clung on to, especially in landscapes as bleak as Kaudon.

Didn’t think so.

Well, I’d rather not be the one patrolling when something does happen, so let's at least be grateful for that.

Nothing will ever happen. You know it, I know it, and the dead know it too.

As they crested a ridge, Thade gazed out onto the ancient battleground that stretched a great distance. A chill ran down his spine—it always did. This part of the realm was an unwelcoming place and a constant reminder of the darkness that once ruled these lands.

As Thade surveyed the gloomy fortress, a tiny figure caught his eye. It seemed out of place and he didn't recall seeing it in previous patrols. He scrambled for his spyglass telescope to take a closer look. What he saw turned his blood into ice.

A lone figure swathed in darkness stood in the shadow of centuries-old dead trees with rocks scattered around their feet. The person's hands moved in strange, mysterious gestures as if performing an ancient ritual.

Thade made out the pale skin and long robe, but the face was concealed by a hood. It almost seemed like he was witnessing something out of an old tale. Whoever this was didn’t belong to the Oldwatch or any city of Vlencia. Kaudon was off-limits to anyone other than guards of the Watch. And even then, there were restrictions as to who entered the ruins of the Dead City. No, whoever this was should not have been here.

Sensing his unease, Ronan snatched the optics from Thade and gasped.

What in the gods… he uttered.

Do you see the robed man?

Ronan peeled the scope from his eyes, his face paling. That is no man. That's a necromancer.

Thade took the tool back and honed in on the figure once more. Ronan was right… the way it moved was not akin to that of a man. Its limbs seemed to bend in ways no human could and it was only upon closer inspection that he noticed its skin pulsed an eerie blue light.

Thade's breath snagged in his throat when the dozens of rocks near the figure moved. One by one, they became menacing warriors of all shapes and sizes, standing in an intimidating formation that seemed to go on forever. The clanging of their weapons and stomping of their feet created an earthquake-like tremor that shook even Thade and Ronan miles away. 

Thade exchanged a terrified glance at Ronan, who was just as numb as he was.

We must get back to the Watch and report to the commander, he said. Word must be sent to the king immediately.

Ronan sheepishly nodded, and they quickly steered their horses towards the safety of the Great Wall some days away. As they galloped back to the Watch, Thade's heart pounded in his chest as his mind raced with the implications of what they had just witnessed. If that figure was summoning an army, it could only mean one thing: war.

They rode hard for two days, their horses’ hooves waking the rugged terrain from its slumber. The wind howled around them as dark clouds closed in overhead, but when they rounded the rocky bend to reveal a long strip of land leading to the Great Wall, the tension in Thade’s chest eased.

The soil was a sickly yellow, dotted by the occasional tuft of grass. On either side of the narrow trail lay a body of water, its hard waves acting as a natural moat between Vlencia and the mountainous sub-region of Kaudon. Up ahead, only a single, retractable bridge separated their world from the ancient darkness they just witnessed.

They pushed on with renewed vigour as the wall's great height cast a chilly shadow over them. Constructed of solid stone that not even the fiercest wind could penetrate, it kept watch over this dismal corner of Estos like an unnerved sentinel.

As they approached the base of the gate, Thade announced their arrival to the guards standing across the water. The pair were met with stern looks and raised eyebrows. High above, hundreds of archers, mere dots, gazed down at them.

You two are back early, one guard yelled, his voice laced with suspicion.

Thade quickly recounted what they had seen in Kaudon—the strange figure and the army of living stones. The watch-outs exchanged uneasy glances, and Thade could sense their dread.

You sure about this? the guard asked.

I swear it on my life.

The sentry looked at Ronan and then back at Thade. You best speak with the commander. Lower the bridge!

Thade and Ronan watched as the bridge slowly descended, creaking and groaning under its immense weight. The man motioned for them to come forward, and they rode across with anticipation.

As they entered the Great Wall, Thade couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over him. The safety of the massive stone structure always gave him a sense of security, like nothing could touch him within its walls. He cast a final glance at the ominous mountains before the gigantic doors swallowed them shut.

Come, Ronan said. We must find the commander.

They dismounted their horses and broke into a light sprint across the Watch's dreary courtyard. They pressed past other men doing their time, earning disgruntled looks, and made their way into the inner sanctum of the Watch.

It was a maze of dimly lit tunnels until they eventually found the commander in his chamber poring over maps and reports. Gavric, a grizzled veteran with a beard white before its time, looked up. His eyes narrowed at the sight of Thade’s panicked, breathless expression.

What is it? he demanded.

It seemed Ronan had lost his voice. Thade wasn't sure if his courage was knocked by the whole ordeal or the commander's steely gaze.

We saw something in Kaudon, Thade replied.

The commander's gaze intensified. Speak of it!

Thade took a deep breath, his heart still racing. He recounted what they had seen… the strange figure they saw summoning an army of seismic proportions—neither human nor of this world. When he was finished, there was a tense silence in the room. The commander seemed to be processing what he’d heard, as if trying to decide whether or not to believe it.

You must be mistaken, he said after a moment of deliberation.

We saw it with our own bloody eyes! Ronan finally found his tongue.

Gavric traded a scornful look. On any other day, he would have Ronan carrying sacs of wheat on his back for such insolence, but today was not any other day. They were dealing with something that could potentially threaten the lives of everyone in this kingdom.

Gavric leaned into his chair, releasing an exhale that was felt across the chamber. The mood was tense, the air charged with uncertainty. He looked at Thade and Ronan with a sharp eye as if trying to discern something else from their faces.

If this is true, and what you saw were beings not of this world, then this means… the dark lord is stirring, his voice trailed.

The mere mention of Vraqor caused the lanterns to flicker and weave. It was as if his name had invited a darkness into the chamber.

It means facing a darkness that knows no mercy or boundaries. Vraqor’s army is a force of nature that can level an entire kingdom in mere days. Should he or his army break through the Great Wall then Vlencia will not be safe from its wrath. The commander rose from his seat, his shoulders bearing the weight of the conversation. He looked up at Thade and Ronan with eyes both cold and distant. You must ride to the capital at once and send word to King Robick.

But we've only just got⁠—

The fate of our kingdom faces grave peril! Gavric cut off Ronan. The chamber fell silent, the tension palpable.

The commander reached for a sheet of paper before dunking his quill into a pot of ink. Thade and Ronan watched on as his hand scribbled furiously across its yellowed surface before promptly rolling it up and sealing it.

Take this with you, Gavric said, holding out the scroll. It bears the sigil of the Watch and should grant you swift passage into the king's palace.

Thade took the scroll. Ronan still looked uncertain.

It takes an average horse ten days to reach Istrille. I suggest you take the fastest ones in the stables and get there in a week, Gavric's voice took on a tremor that rivalled the one they felt in Kaudon. Make haste before the death march comes!

CHAPTER TWO

THE WEIGHT OF FATE

Darius stared at the flickering candlelight, its shadows casting eerie patterns on the roundtable where he, his companions, Balthazar, Mage Alderan, and other members of the wizard council sat. His eyes were burdened with worry.

We cannot ride to Istrille while Berg and his men stand watch outside Kladstin, he said, his voice low and measured. They’ll cut us down before we make the open road.

Then we fight them off! Jangar slammed his fist onto the table, his auburn hair catching fire in the dim light.

Alere shook his head. That would be foolish.

Are you suggesting we kindly ask Berg to look the other way while we hightail it to Istrille? Behave yourself!

The skilled archer remained unmoved by Jangar’s