The Brotherhood of the Dragon

PrologueMy name is Amun Galeas. It is hard for me to fathom that I now live in an age of near instant communication; let me assure you this is a true wonder for someone who recalls the previous silence of aeons past. This world is a symphony played by a population of billions and the technology they consider so necessary. Does this make life any different to those cavemen huddled around a fire for the very first time, feeling the warmth that would drive away the chill and fear of the night? You must excuse me. I’m sure I have complained about similar things from the many new ages of technology I can recall coming and going. I have lived far too many lifetimes that you would think such things would not bother me anymore. Allow me as an apology to relate a true story to you; one that I, and my associates of the time, lived through. I have all that happened, along with countless other stories, written in a series of diaries—a word I detest as it seems to me necessary to be preceded with ‘dear’, and although I do use that word in my writing it is almost invariably linked to the fairer s*x. Rather, I keep journals—but I am afraid that you wouldn’t be nearly as entertained reading them since I use a lot of … I think the term today would be shorthand, and many rudimentary drawings of characters and places encountered in each, shall we say, adventure. It is better that I relate them to you directly, and perhaps in the future I could share many more of these with you should I be around to do so and, of course, if you are interested in hearing them. I shall call this adventure The Brotherhood of the Dragon, and the year it took place in was 1888.