For many a year peace has ruled the Land, but war is stirring.
From the East come the Lords of the Drakons, a mighty, mystical Empire, and with them their armies of barbaric, half-man, half-bull Argles. Word is carried on their backs that the great Forest of Valdraermisr is under attack and the Elves within threatened to be overwhelmed by the Empire's cruel hand. With his kingdom of Archain under threat of being consumed, Castor has no other choice but to call his armies together and ride to the aid of the ancient allies of Men.
But with every step, the Kingdom of Archain is carried deeper into a conflict they may be too great even for their king. With every rising foe comes new mysteries, myth, and lore that just may summon a greater evil than anyone in the Land is prepared to vanquish.
NOTE: I wrote this book when I was 7, so it's not exactly a NYT Bestseller, but hey, maybe you'll find it fun if you're bored. Just don't be a hater; I know it ain't great :D