A high Fantasy epic in short story form
“Cousin! I’ve come on behalf of my family to support you on your mission to Gilbertown.”
“Midwinter, Great to see you, why didn’t your father send your brothers?” The King asks.
“They were busy riding horses or something, and I know you are King now, but if you ever call me by my full name again, I will find you alone and will knock you out. I promise!”
“Leo, it’s not your place to understand, it is just your job to place Sol’s Trident into her hands, and she will know what to do. Do you accept your task?”
Roasa and Rain On the road to Gilbertown, the royal envoy just restarted after stopping for midday lunch. The two members of the Queen’s personal guard ride atop her carriage. Rain is on alert, ever committed to her job. Roasa is bored. “It must be hard being back in the Capital. Are you okay?” RoasaContinue reading “Final Places Part 2”
Matthew and Marco Ser Matthew and his Bellumi delegation approach the city gates of Orlea. Matthew is on edge because he doesn’t trust the Broussard’s. Not after everything that Marco has put them through over the past year. Even with the seal of the king and the waving of a flag of truce, Matthew hasContinue reading “Final Places Part 1”
As Marco enters the gates of Orlea, he breathes a sigh of relief. After days of riding back roads in the dark, he has entered the confines of his home city. A fortress city with it’s back to the sea. With the combined resources of his family and the Coven, he has no fear ofContinue reading “The Pecking Order of Owls”
“The people are already calling it the Night of the Black Sky.” Yorba says to the Court. “How do we know that it was just one night?” Rune asks. “That’s a good question, we will find out soon.” Queen Asna states. “Rumor is that it started in the west.” Matthew adds. “We must send aContinue reading “Marching Orders”
A short time later, M’hel stands before a raging fire.
“It is time for you to step into your true purpose, stand in the fire.”
Nunley suddenly regains his speech. In shock, he speaks out loud “Hell no!”
“My friend, I understand your fear, but remember six hours ago you were dead. Trust me.”
“I’m sorry, we have been at this for days with hardly any breaks. How many hours have we been going in this session?”
“I’ve been in this cave for a thousand years; I don’t think I am the best judge of time.”
“I guess not. I’m just tired.”
“It’s more than that. You’re so conflicted. You are at war within yourself. Go, rest… I have a spell that I need to work on for you, it will help you focus. Spend the night in your camp and return to me at daylight.”
Suddenly, Nunley is pushed from behind. He stumbles but doesn’t fall. When he turns around, he sees a young witch standing at the door of the forge. She must have used magic to push him from that distance.
“You tried to kill my love!” The witch says in anger as she raises her hands. The orchard trees limbs grow to grab Nunley, but he quickly slashes them with his sword. He looks back at the boy and kicks him in the face, knocking him out. Nunley runs toward the witch.
During training with Kobi out by the orchard, he catches a glimpse of Katina staring at him through one of the trees. She is using magic to check on him. She also uses magic to speak to him, and only he hears it.
“I found something big! I am gathering supplies. I will come to you in the middle of the night.”
With that, she is gone.
He was distracted for the
Relics of the Old Age