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Nine gods ruled the world until the ultimate betrayal resulted in
their destruction. Now, the world is dying, and only by restoring
the Lost Gods can it be saved.
Nine hundred years ago, the Dragons of the Three Storms, the
gods of chaos, tried to destroy their land of Kundou. Only by
rising up and slaying the Dragons and stealing their power was
Kundou saved. Now, that power resides in the royal family and
grants them the right to rule.
But that power comes at a terrible price, and Prince
Nankyokukai is determined that he will be the last to pay it—
even if it means surrendering his chance with the man he has
waited for his entire life.
Treasure, the Lost Gods 1
By Megan Derr
Published by Less Than Three Press
All rights reserved. No part of this book may be
used or reproduced in any manner without
written permission of the publisher, except for
the purpose of reviews.
Edited by Samantha M. Derr
Cover designed by London Burden
This book is a work of fiction and as such all
characters and situations are fictitious. Any
resemblance to actual people, places, or events
is coincidental.
Second Edition January 2012
Copyright © 2012 by Megan Derr
Printed in the United States of America
ISBN 9781936202997
Treasure
The Lost Gods 1
Megan Derr
Prologue: A Promise Made
"This is my hiding spot!" Kinni hissed in outrage, furious that
some street rat had found his little corner in the old warehouse.
He'd searched ages for a place no one would think to look. "This
is my spot," he repeated. "Go find your own."
"So-sorry," the figure said, slowly standing up. He pressed
his hands to his face to wipe away tears, but managed to do
little more than smudge them into the dust that had landed on
his face. There was always dust in the old warehouses in the
harbor. The sunlight that filtered through the cracks in the old
wood walls was just enough to see by.
He'd thought the other person was a girl, what with the
crying and the shoulder-length violet hair. Now, though, he
could sort of tell it was a boy. Crying. Kinni shook his head and
motioned impatiently. "Sit down. If you run now, the guards will
see you, and I don't want to get caught. Took all day to get away
from the storming smith."
"S-smith?" the boy asked, still sniffling, but he obediently
sat back down, curling his legs up as he set his back against a
towering packing crate.
"Silversmith," Kinni said shortly, not interested in discussing
the bastard he'd finally run away from. He belonged on the sea
like his dad, not slaving away in some stupid shop full of dumb
trinkets. "I ran away." He slid down to sit down next to the
strange crying boy. "Why are you crying?" he demanded. "Boys
don't cry. My dad said so."
In reply, the boy only hunched his shoulders and sniffled,
obviously trying to stop crying. "They tried to hurt me again for
'acting up' in lessons."
Lessons. Violet hair. Some noble brat. Kinni grimaced, but
slid off his pack. Mamma had always said to be nice, and the
boy was crying, so he could try. "I have some food, if you want
to share. Just don't eat all of it."
"Me too," the boy said quietly, and he suddenly scrambled
over to a shadowy corner, pulling out a satchel that seemed
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