The Fallen Guardian (The Guardian Chronicles 2) Read Online Free PDF

of orcs were attacking in the south.
They did not know the reason for this evil alliance, but they knew that these
two armies were heading for the capital city at the heart of the forest. As the
king explained the battle plan, he was interrupted again by shouts from the
ranks and everyone pointing in the direction of Tarisdell. Explosions could be
heard and seen from their vantage point while dark clouds had gathered
unexpectedly over the fair city. Fire was raining down from above as though it
were rain. A deafening roar could be heard over the vast number of miles
between the giant army and the city at the center of the woods.
    “A
dragon…here?” thought the king out loud incredulously.
    As
the collective eyes of the army looked at the fray taking place, a small black
dot could be seen leaving the capital and making its way north. After a few
more minutes, the dot disappeared. The soldiers began to mutter and talk to one
another about the strange events they had just witnessed. General Lang called
for quiet as he walked up to the king to discuss in whispered tones about the
strange events. They were trying to figure out what course of action they could
take when they were interrupted again by shouts from the troops. The black dot
had reappeared in the sky and was heading north between Mount Quang and Konane.
    “Let’s
keep it together,” began General Lang before he was interrupted with sounds of
a heated battle breaking out from the spot the dragon had disappeared from a
short time ago.
    “That’s
it!  We move out in five minutes!” boomed King Angus decisively. He had had
enough of this mystery and did not wait another moment to act. “We must go to
the aid of the elves so that we do not lose them like the Eldar of old.” 
Shouts of agreement filled the air as well as threats of terrible fates for
those perpetrating this siege.
    The
army began their march into the forest after they had begun their war chants.
The army of seventy-five thousand strong giants made their way into the dense
woodlands, still chanting and spouting horrible threats and oaths. Meeting a
giant was never a safe thing for anyone in the land of Tuwa, with the exception
of a rock troll, but it was fatal to meet one enraged. The high elves did not
know what they were in for when the two armies met, but they would learn
firsthand what it is like to meet an army of angry giants.
    King
Angus stood at the very front of the rumbling army along with his general, his
two commanders, and the deadly magician, Marcello. The king had dispatched a
handful of soldiers to act as scouts, and when they returned after a few
minutes to report that the wicked elves had engaged the good elves just outside
the northern outer wall, he knew he had to act immediately.
    “Commander
Boaz!” barked General Lang. “Take your artillery unit to the south and attack
from the west. Commander Gerodi!  Take your warriors to the north, and get
behind the vile attackers. We do not want anyone to escape.”
    “Yes,
sir!” snapped Commander Boaz and Gerodi in unison.
    “Lord
Marcello, we need you to enhance our armor and weapons with your magic. We
would also like a protective shield if possible,” said the general reverently.
    “I
will make it so,” replied the wizard in a low, soothing voice.
    “After
you are done with those tasks, return here to direct the king’s guard. We do
not want anyone to get near our position. Once you have returned, would you be
so kind as to announce our arrival?” asked the general with a wry smile.
    “It
would be my pleasure,” replied Lord Marcello with a twinkle in his eye.
     
    After
a couple hours of positioning, the wizard had returned to his king’s guard for
the final preparations. After everyone was in position, Lord Marcello raised
his staff in the air and muttered some unintelligible words. A blue shield
appeared slowly in front of the artillery units and the warriors. The siege
warriors and king’s guard remained