Prologue
#1 of The Broken Sword
The Wingblade Chronicle follow the story of a young dark salamander, and his desperation to survive. Fighting gangsters, escaping the fray, and journeying to discover who he is, this is the story of Andre Valias.
Book 1: The Broken Sword, it is 37 ADP and from the broken streets of the independent city-state of Rothan, 16-Year-Old Andre Valias is running, fleeing from danger and fighting for a future that transcends his shattering past.
37 ADP in the independent city-state of Rothan, the city has become a warzone between rebel forces sided with Guardians of Arsodus insurgents against the Dominion military, and the sounds of fierce combat cut through sombre and dusty afternoon skies as the battle continues. A cacophony of gunfire and explosions, the symphony of war echoed throughout the ruined cityscape as poor civilians ran from both sides, trying to escape the conflict with their lives.
This battle began when Rothan declared allegiance with the Guardians, ultimately declaring war on the Dominion, a decision that the Dominion soldiers intend to reprimand with force. Now not only are the guilty answering with their blood, but so too are innocents paying an unfair price for the mistakes of their leaders. Carnage is wrought as the Dominion tries to best the opposition, who had salvaged war machines of the Bloody Bruzelion War long past and were using them in hopes of the destruction of their enemies, with little consideration for the collateral damage they wreak.
Another missile, a second is launched, and the two agents of blasting damage strike two buildings, blowing apart the structures and spraying debris as ash falls upon landing rubble. As gunfire rages and the shouts of soldiers bounce off the walls of the urban crevices, a teenage Terran Salamander hides amongst the rubble, cowering and wincing in fear as the gunshots resonate in his head. His scaly skin was as dark as charcoal, his hair as black as night, and eyes as warm as glittering amber. But his body was decorated with bruises and dirty patches, his clothes torn and singed, and his eyes were trembling with fear. He looked out from where he huddled close to his legs, choking a sob as he saw all the dead orphans, other children Human and Terran alike that he knew well, many good friends of his before the battle happened. Their bodies were charred or blown apart, the nice orphanage lady nowhere to be found, with a situation like this leading the salamander to assume that anybody as nice as her was already dead.
War was seldom found in across Paradicial, but when it was unleashed the process is catastrophic. Innocent lives are always lost, counted as casualties of war, casualties of a struggle for dominance between the Dominion and insurgents who existed to destroy the Dominion. The children of the orphanage were just the few of many lives to be lost. The only one left was the one salamander, who now felt that he was at the end of the line in a forsaken city, wrought with horrific battle.
Will he survive...?