War of the Dragon Throne, Book One
Military Historical Fantasy/ Dark Fantasy
Date Published November 2021
Publisher: Armored History
A military historical fantasy set in the late medieval era--15th century Ming Dynasty.
Follow the story of Captain Shao Lian, a battle-hardened veteran of the Ming Dynasty’s imperial army, had become a respected officer in the emperor’s elite bodyguards.
This notorious and politically-powerful secret service organization, known as the Jinyiwei (brocade-clad guards), also functioned as the emperor’s premiere intelligence agency and as an extension of his iron fist. They were the empire's bladesmen.
After Shao Lian was assigned to eliminate a ruthless crime lord after he had seized power over several frontier towns, he discovers that the Blood Foot Syndicate had awakened a powerful and terrifying adversary from a bygone era.
Shao Lian and the soldiers in his command suddenly find themselves waging a harrowing war of survival against allied criminal gangs and an ancient being who commands hordes of monstrous man-eaters.
Shao Lian later discovers the secrets of prehistory and unravels a conspiracy that set ancient mechanisms into motion that now threaten the Ming Empire and the rest of the 15th century world.
CHAPTER 1
The imperial capital was at peace beneath
the passing of wispy clouds. At least by all outward appearances, it shone with
blessing T of Heaven. The colors and sounds that ascended from the city
provided the observer with a spirit of optimism and hope. The citizens surely
felt secured and protected, for it was, after all, an era of peace and
prosperity for the Ming Empire—a beacon of civilization of the Middle Kingdom—a
land with a story spanning more than five thousand years. A martial powerhouse
in the eyes of the known world, many far-flung kingdoms flocked to her docks
for a chance to trade and pay handsome tributes to the emperor.
A vast sea of rooftops glimmered all
around the elevated vantage point from where he stood. Their corner eaves
curved upward towards the golden sun, and the bands of yellow rays shone
brightly between and through the drifting clouds. He observed the city’s walls
as a thin radiant line that stretched across the horizon as it reflected the
afternoon sunlight.
It was only partially obscured by the
stately skyline, and it ascended across the landscape. His long, brocade robes
fluttered in the wind. He could hear the wooden beams that comprised the
structure’s skeleton creak and moan in response to the gusts as a flock of
birds took flight from one story below to take advantage of the current. The
capital city was sprawled in every direction, and served as the very
representation of the Ming Empire’s majesty. Eight hundred thousand people
hustled and bustled throughout the streets and establishments, conducting
business, buying and selling, eating, and tending to all manner of personal
affairs.
Underneath the blossoming of art,
literature, industry, and commerce, however—prowling in the shadows away from
the all-encompassing gaze of the empire— there were still those who sought to
provoke its power both from within and without, consorting with criminality to
defy the Ming Dynasty and threaten the emperor. But there were others yet
still, who dedicated their lives to hunting them. For the hunters, it was more
than a profession—it was a way of life, at least for those who did not deviate
from the righteous path. But even they were becoming scarcer and scarcer.
“If only you knew how much filth there is
to sweep away,” he muttered at the crowds he was observing. He wiped away the
rogue strands of hair that danced over his eyes, and then secured the top knot
underneath his cap.
Being careful not to loosen the tiles
under his footing, he took two steps closer to the edge of the pagoda’s highest
tier and scanned the streets below to observe the crowds. The city’s
inhabitants were strewn about like seeds as they made their way across the
city. Some diverted from the main avenues and entered narrow alleyways between
buildings, while others entered and exited the various shops and establishments
to conduct their business. The wind carried with it the faint cries and shouts
of street vendors and other peddlers calling out new deals for their wares or
to advertise new recipes for popular snacks. For a brief moment, it seemed, he
caught a whiff of his favorite steamed pork buns.
From where he was perched, the flowery
parasols women loved to flaunt appeared like circular slices of citron,
floating over the columns of insects. A squad of armored guards in loose
formation made their routine patrol in the district while several bowmen had
strategically positioned themselves on rooftops and balconies. It had felt just
like yesterday that he, in his youth, took guard-duty shifts in the cities. He
missed the simplicity of those times… and the pride he had in serving in the
imperial army. I’m a soldier in the
greatest empire in the world! he
used to tell himself whenever he became bored or resentful of his station. At
least the bullies and street thugs back home never messed with him again. If
only his optimism of days past did not become polluted with the knowledge of
truth about what lurked in the shadows of the state’s upper echelons.
Shao Lian gripped the curved Spring Blade
broadsword slung on his hip and began his controlled descent from the pagoda,
one tier at a time. Each succeeding tier was broader than the one above it and
thus allowed him to descend like a coiled spring. He vaulted over the rooftops’
edges like a bouncing spring before making the final jump to street level and
landing in a perfect crouch. His sudden appearance startled the surrounding
pedestrians. As always, the gasps were followed by whispers, yet none of them
dared to comment or scold him for pulling such stunts or for any other sort of
deviant behavior, for that matter. His brocade uniform, embroidered with a
colorful, four-clawed serpentine dragon, made absolute sure of that, for such
uniforms were worn only by agents and court personnel with direct access to the
imperial palace and the emperor himself.
He dusted his boots, adjusted his collar,
and flexed his neck for a crack before proceeding down the avenue. The
pedestrians steered clear of his path and they lowered their gazes from him as
he passed by. He marched into the street where several other officers wearing
similar or identical uniforms emerged from their obscured stations to join him.
“You know, I still haven’t gotten
accustomed to it, and I don’t believe I ever will,” said Shao Lian as soon as
the other officers were within audible range.
“You’re referring to the stares and
awkward glances, Captain?” the lieutenant said with a satisfied grin as he
pinched his brush tip-thin mustache. He hastened his pace to match Lian’s hasty
gait.
“You can feel it on your skin—the awe and
admiration. But it’s most often the fear and intimidation that lingers in the
air. I don’t even recall experiencing this when I was in the army.”
“It only means that the uniform is doing
its job. You do not like their reaction?”
“It doesn’t matter if I like it. But I
think their attitudes and feelings toward us are necessary, Gen,” answered
Lian. “It compels them all to think twice, if you catch my meaning.”
“As far as I know, we don’t bother
regular people. When was the last time we kicked down any of their doors?” said
Lieutenant Shun.
“But it speaks volumes about our
reputation of late. I think in their heart of hearts they’re relieved the
villains especially need to keep looking over their shoulders,” Lian chuckled
as he swiped his nose with his right thumb. The tightening
sense of urgency in his gut grew more intense, however. Anxiety was becoming
his constant and despised companion, something he had never struggled with in
the past, not even on campaign.
He forced himself to control his
breathing to a slower, more controlled rate just as his very first martial arts
instructor had taught him long ago.
“I don’t know, Captain. The only ones
I’ve seen staring at you are all the young city ladies. They giggle to each
other and hide behind their hand fans whenever you’re around,” Lieutenant Gen
snickered.
“You jest, Lieutenant. We are feared much
more than we’re admired,”
Shao Lian answered with a smirk, perhaps
even with a pinch of pride.
“Now that we’re all here, I’m assuming
we’re proceeding as planned?”
the lieutenant asked, trying to change
the topic to avoid making his superior uncomfortable.
Shao Lian nudged his chin up towards the
direction they were walking.
“Correct. Our spies confirm that they’re
still lodged in the same corner outside the southeastern wall around the Outer
City District. That means we’ll have to cut through a rougher part of town. If
everything is proceeding as planned, they’ll all be there preparing to make
their final move—especially Lunke. Director Yang will be having a marvelous
time with him in the torture chambers.”
“So you’ve confirmed this new intel from
the Eastern Depot is accurate? I will tell you, sometimes those spooks give me
the creeps. Often, it seems they know too much.”
“Of course, the intel is accurate.
Everything they’ve been able to assemble for this operation was through the
findings of my own investigation. For better or worse, ‘creepiness’ only means
they’re doing their job, Lieutenant. After all, the Depot does send agents
incognito to canvas the streets and spy on everyone, from the markets to government
offices. The Eastern Depot uses us, and we use them.”
“Still, I’m not too fond of the Depot,
especially when it’s directed and supervised by those haughty, inexperienced
paper pushers. They’re always watching us. They like to poke their noses into
our business. At least we’re basically on the same team, m’right?”
“Emphasis on basically,” Lian snorted.
“In our line of work, we’re all watching each other, even the castrati. The
Jinyiwei is the arm that swings the sword in the name of the emperor. We identify
the threats and go for a hunt. I like to keep it simple that way,” Lian said.
“Yes. The ‘empire’s bladesmen’, indeed,”
Shun Gen sighed.
The squad plowed a path through the
thickening crowds. It was not difficult to notice their passing. The city’s usual
racket was silenced, though whispers could be heard here and there as the
Jinyiwei officers passed through. Most everyone averted their gazes.
Ignoring the reactions of the crowd, Shao
Lian took great delight in walking through the city, most especially when
off-duty and out of uniform.
About the Author
Clay Vagrant is an Asian American millennial who loves martial arts, military history and civilizations, and then reading and writing about them. He helped start the Armored History brand dedicatAmazoned to students and fans of the study of world military history and historical fantasy genres. Clay also does all of his own artwork, design, and illustrations for his books' covers and promotional materials. Visit the website www.armoredhistory.net for his personal updates and what's coming in future books!
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