"You are not remembered by chance. The land remembers. The Bear is stirring."
Before the empire rose, a forgotten people faced extinctionâŚ
Now, their last hope bears the mark of the Bear.
Set in the shadow of Romeâs brutal expansion, Dacia Rising: The Bearâs Awakening is the first novel in a sweeping fantasy trilogy that merges ancient history, tribal myth, and a rising tide of war and destiny.
As legions approach and Dacian villages burn, Sarion, a reluctant warrior with a mysterious lineage, is thrust into leadership. Marked by a prophecy no one dares speak aloud, he must unite the warring tribes, confront betrayal from within, and awaken a long-lost power whispered in the sacred fires of the Bear.
Haunted by ancestral spirits, pursued by Roman scouts, and tested by trials both human and supernatural, Sarionâs journey takes him from the cursed mountain temples of Kogaionon to the blood-soaked lowlands where legends were bornâand empires die.
Within the folds of this ancient land, magic is not a force of spells, but a spiritual reckoning. The gods whisper in dreams, the dead speak in wind, and the land itself remembers what was taken.
The Bearer of the Mark and those who stand with him.
Marked by the divine Bear, Sarion is thrust into a destiny he never soughtâto unite the fractured Dacian tribes.
A fierce archer whose loyalty is as unshakable as her aim. Her courage and bow never tremble in the face of danger.
High Priestess wielding sacred wisdom and silver gaze. She anchors prophecy in the mortal realm and is the memory of the gods.
Stoic and unbreakable, this Mountain Tribe warrior carries the weight of a people long forgotten by peace. His carved spear speaks for him.
Eldorin walks the edge between worldsâforest priest, mystic, and soul-bonded to a silver-eyed wolf. His chants stir old powers, and his visions draw maps where no roads exist. Where others falter, he listens to the trees.
Forged by Faith, Bound by Honor â The Spirit of Dacia Lives On
Heart of prophecy and spiritual tradition, where visions stir and the spirit of the old gods still speaks.
Built into the raw bones of the earth, a stronghold of warriors and blacksmiths. Where iron meets oath and ancient chants rise with the morning smoke.
Hidden beneath towering trees, where druids whisper to leaves, children learn the names of herbs, and wolves walk beside the wise.
A crescent of commerce and celebration, where traders and spies walk its docks, while the sacred arena bears witness to pacts sealed in water and fire.
The Bear has been marked. The gods whisper through blood.
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"Not all who enter remember. But those who do... carry the fire forward."