Dead King's War: Ascent Archives, #2

By T Norman

War will be raged, soldiers will die, and blood will be shed, yet only one army can survive.

The kingdom of Ansaroth has invaded Dusseldorf and it's up to the newly crowned princess Julia to unite her people. She must rely on old friends and new allies as they travel across the kingdom to raise the banners of the Lords in her name.

War is not the only threat. An ancient darkness threatens to destroy the already unstable balance of the two kingdoms. Will Julia be able to rally the armies of Dusseldorf or will their efforts be too late?

• Language: English
• Publisher: JNT Press
• Release date: Mar 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393149910

Book preview

PROLOGUE

Sweat dripped down Xor’s brow as he raced across the hillside. He had been trailing the pack of Mathox, the large dark-skinned and horned beasts, for over a week after finding the small coastal town of Luthala in ruins. He feared at how far from the Skirling Mountains the Mathox braved to roam.

Xor eclipsed the wood-covered bluff and saw smoke rising from a clearing ahead. You thought you could run from me. His adrenaline kicked in as he made his way downhill towards the makeshift camp. 

The sun was setting on the horizon, giving him the advantage.

Xor drew closer through the trees and brush, making out a dozen enormous forms ahead of him in the clearing. Though heavily armed, it seemed they didn’t notice his presence. 

At the edge of the woods, Xor launched himself through the air, drawing his katana as he vaulted over two Mathox standing guard. In one swift motion, he cut down both of the Mathox before the beasts had time to draw their weapons. 

Xor turned on his heels as the first Mathox charged, seeing it raise a large axe overhead. Xor rolled to his left, swinging his katana in an arc as he rose from a crouch and the Mathox fell. The others had risen and were charging Xor in an organized attempt.

Letting his sword extend outward from his body, Xor wove in and out of the Mathox attacks, slicing left and right at any exposed skin he found. In years of training, he found though it took severe wounds to kill a Mathox, yet small wounds slowed them down enough to give him an opening.

Within minutes, Xor found himself alone in the wooded clearing, examining the bodies lying lifeless on the soft ground. 

Xor heard feet fall against the soft ground as he turned to meet the charge of a hidden Mathox. Xor effortlessly blocked the creature’s axe with his katana, looking deep into the burning red eyes. A smile creased the beast’s lips, and it smashed its face into Xor’s. As he fell to the ground, Xor lost grip on his katana. He rolled, anticipating a follow-up attack, lunging to his feet to take in his surroundings. 

The Mathox stood facing him with an axe in one hand and his katana in the other. Xor felt blood drip from his forehead. Xor focused his breathing as he closed his eyes. He heard the Mathox grunt in frustration as it struggled to move.

It’s pointless to fight it, Xor said as he opened his eyes, looking at the immobilized Mathox. His magic wouldn’t hold it in place for long, but he hoped he had enough time. Answer my questions and I might make your death quick. 

The Mathox let out a low growl as it struggled against the invisible barrier binding it in place.

I know you can understand my words. I know more about you than you can imagine, Xor told the Mathox. He needed answers, but he could only hope to gain a few in this short time before his hold would break. What are you searching for?

The Mathox gave a wicked grin. If Xor wasn’t mistaken, it appeared to let out a laugh as it snarled in fury. 

Not quite the answer I was looking for, Xor said. His hold wouldn’t last much longer. Let’s try another one, shall we? Who sent you?

The Mathox spat at Xor’s feet, he felt his hold weakening. Seeing the Mathox flex its hands, Xor had to act. He stalked towards the beast and drew a dagger from his belt. 

I will give you one more chance. Who sent you? Xor said as he raised the dagger for the Mathox to examine. 

The beast snapped its head forward, biting at Xor. He had only seconds left, Xor thrust his dagger forward into the beast’s heart.

The Mathox collapsed to the ground, dropping both sword and axe. Xor knelt to its side, removing the dagger from its heaving chest. 

The Mathox laughed as the blood flowed from the fresh wound. You puny. You weak. You die. It said. 

Xor raised the dagger to the beast’s neck. Who sent you? The Mathox grabbed Xor’s arm, it pulled the dagger closer to its own neck.

Xor tried to pull free, but the Mathox held him close. Xor leaned his head forward as he saw the Mathox struggling to speak. In one swift motion, Xor drew his knife across its neck, blood gushing freely. The Mathox continued to laugh as its life slipped away. It spoke a name into Xor’s ear, the one name that made Xor tremble.

Ma Tu Hett.

CHAPTER 1

Rysh stood on the bow of Serenity as the port of Keyhold came in to view. It had been a stressful three days, from the time they first glimpsed Dusseldorf until they reached the port. Dusseldorf’s major port was full of traffic, but it surprised Rysh to note the lack of military ships present. 

Valcor made the call to drift in with only the jib reefed low. He explained that trading ships were popular in this area, so he wanted to avoid suspicion. Rysh ordered Gant and Julia to stay below decks as the rest of the crew manned the sails. Alric walked up the deck to join him, observing the fishing boats passing by.

Fishing is one of the primary sources of food for southern Dusseldorf. Alric commented. Rysh kept his eyes scanning from boat to boat, trying to identify any threat before it was too late. 

What’s the plan once we dock? Rysh asked the veteran soldier. Rysh deferred to Alric since he understood the nation and the people the best, but he still felt uneasy with some of his decisions. They spent the past few nights discussing their options and had yet to agree on the safest plan of action.

Alric scratched at his newly shaved chin, having traded his long beard for short stubble. I know you don’t agree, but there is no time to spare gathering the armies of Dusseldorf.

We aren’t sure how people will receive this message. Most assume Julia is dead, Rysh replied. He worried about the safety of his friends on this mission.

I understand your concern, but I promise you my name will give them the access they need. Alric had penned a letter of request with Julia for the armies of Dusseldorf to march to Bravestone and meet the coming threat. Carn helped explain all he knew of King Stowen’s invasion plan. 

They didn’t have a choice. Rysh still disagreed with the decision, but it needed doing. "All right, I’ll follow your lead.

As they pulled into dock, the crew of the Serenity moved about their unspoken commands, hauling lines and securing the ship. Rysh stood in awe at how Dallan and Grenn had caught on to the ship’s constant tasks.

Rysh moved to the helm to meet with Julia, Alric, Valcor, and Henrik. Alric acknowledged his presence as he began their meeting. "We’ve discussed our options, and we would like to hire the Serenity and her crew as members of the Dusseldorf Royal Navy," Alric proposed to Valcor and his first mate.

Valcor and Henrik exchanged a wary glance. We’ve discussed this as well and we have to decline, Valcor replied. We will, however, accept a short-term contract that can be renewed upon completion, pending approval from both sides. 

Henrik spoke up, We’ll help you out, but we don’t want to commit long term, in case things don’t go well. He gave them a shrug. 

Julia and Alric exchanged a quick glance before the princess spoke up. I agree to your terms. We have a letter here that you are to present to Lord Nanroon of Waledorf. In it are details of what we ask of him. It also requests that he resupply your crew and pay you the second half of your fee. Julia impressed Rysh with how she held herself. During the short time since first sighting of Dusseldorf she’d taken a leadership role.

Alric nodded along as the young princess spoke, agreeing to the crew’s terms. Valcor reached out a hand to Julia, You, my dear, have got yourself a deal. He said. They smiled as they shook hands. 

As Rysh and the rest of his group said their farewells to the crew, he sought the man he wanted to meet with before leaving. 

Carn, do you have a moment? Rysh found the grizzled soldier hauling packs from the fo’c’sle to make a supply run in town. 

He turned to Rysh’s voice, What do you need? 

Rysh swallowed his pride as he formed the words in his mind. I never got the chance, but I wanted to thank you for saving my life, not only in the pits but also in Port Sarim.

Carn smiled, climbing from the compartment to stand facing Rysh. Though only slightly taller, Rysh didn’t enjoy having to look up at the man. It’s the least I could do. I’m sorry for all the pain I’ve caused you as well. Carn said as he reached out his hand, offering an embrace. 

Rysh grabbed Carn’s forearm as they clasped their arms together. The two men nodded silently before they parted. 

On his way to the dock, Rysh found Don sitting on the rail, drinking a pint of something he only assumed was ale. Are you sure you don’t want to come with us? The offer still stands, Rysh asked of his former comrade. 

Don shrugged. I’ve grown fond of the sea. Besides, I never did like politicians. He gave Rysh a warm smile. Rysh laughed, shaking his head and climbing off the deck of the ship.

Alric found a stable on the edge of the town where he purchased four horses for their journey. After much discussion and debate, they agreed to send Apo’k and Gant to Lyeden as envoys for Julia.

Gant, stay with Apo’k, listen to him, and just be safe, Rysh embraced his son. He hated letting him go on this journey, but they each had a role to play, and Gant welcomed his part in the plan. 

Don’t worry dad, everything will be all right, Gant said as he smiled at his father, always the optimist. Apo’k and I talked, and we want you to take Ros with you. That way if you need to get us a message, you can.

Rysh gave his son a warm smile. I’ll see you soon, all right? They embraced once more before going their separate ways. 

As Gant said his goodbyes to the rest of the group, Rysh pulled Apo’k aside. Please, make sure my son stays safe. Rysh pleaded with the warrior.

Apo’k grasped Rysh’s shoulder. You have my word.

Rysh watched Gant and Julia say their farewells. He saw tears forming in his son’s eyes as Julia cried. He knew it was hard for the two young ones to say goodbye, but he admired their strength. 

Gant and Apo’k mounted their horses, turned north, and left on their journey. Rysh watched them ride into the distance. Gant turned back to his father. Dad, promise me you’ll be safe? 

I promise, Rysh said with a smile. Gant returned the smile and waved as he rode off into the distance with Apo’k, Fawkes flying overhead.

Alric loaded one horse with supplies while Julia mounted the other. Alric took the lead, walking beside the packhorse while Mic and Rysh brought up the rear. They started their journey in silence, the reality finally hitting him that after so long together, they were all heading their separate ways.

Rysh reached his hand to the sword at his side. He was thankful that during the storm he’d left his sword in the cabin. He felt a sense of assurance knowing wherever he went, a piece of his home would always be with him.

It won’t last. Mic said. Rysh turned to see his friend watching him. Rysh realized he wore a smile on his face.

I know. We have a long road ahead of us, but I will enjoy this moment as long as I can. He replied, turning back towards the road stretched out in front of them. In three days, he would rest easy knowing that he had kept the promise he made to Darren to keep Julia safe through their journey.

CHAPTER 2

Amalia stared into the fireplace, her body still shaking from shock. He tried to kill me. She couldn’t believe that her brother had tried to take her life. Something pushed him over the edge, turning him into a monster, and she couldn’t get it out of her mind. 

Amalia jumped as the door to her small chamber opened. Dirk Stowen walked in, carrying a tray with a steaming bowl on top.

You need to eat something, Dirk commanded calmly. His voice was soothing, but Amalia continued to shake. She took the warm bowl and held it in her hands. She stared through the steam into the flickering flames.

Dirk’s voice broke her trance. I’ve arranged for you to depart in the morning.

The words stopped Amalia’s shaking. Tell me. She said, grasping on to hope that she might be free of this place. Free of this nightmare before that thing returned.

It’s not safe for you to go west, so I’ve planned for you to go east, Dirk began, as Amalia nodded along. She didn’t care where she was going as long as it was away from here. I have a contact in Ellsdorf. He will arrange transportation for you to Glenndorf, where you will be safe.

Amalia only vaguely recognized the places Dirk referenced, but she felt a warmth spread through her veins. She would finally be free. She rose from her chair by the hearth, turning to face the prince. I can’t thank you enough. I owe you my life. She stood tall, looking at the young prince. Amalia leaned forward to Dirk, planting a kiss on his cheek.

You need not thank me. It’s the least I can do for a friend, Dirk said with a strained smile. They both grieved the loss of Zaren, putting on brave faces as they reminded each other of their lost friend. Get some sleep. You leave before dawn.

Dirk turned on his heels, leaving Amalia alone with her thoughts. Amalia paced back and forth across the small room. Sleep would evade her tonight as her excitement of finally being free grew closer.

Amalia had her small bag packed and ready to go when Dirk opened the wooden door to her chamber. The night before, Amalia altered her appearance, cutting her hair short so that it fell atop her shoulders. He nodded approvingly.

Dirk brought a satchel of food for her journey. It wasn’t much, but it would last as long as she portioned it out. Together, they made their way out of the fort.

Amalia felt like a ghost gliding through the empty corridors wearing a long cloak with the hood drawn up. Dirk also wore a cloak, but kept his face visible. It would be less suspicious to see the prince walking through the castle with a hooded figure than two hooded figures together.

Every turn made Amalia’s heart beat faster. Each step brought her closer to escaping from the pain and sorrow.

They reached the stables without contest. Dirk led Amalia into a stall with a beautiful palomino saddled and bridled. Amalia noticed two large scars ran across the horse’s hindquarters.

Her last owner was abusive. She was to be killed when I found her. The scars run deeper than her skin, but she refuses to give up, Dirk said. His eyes pierced through Amalia. She didn’t know if he was talking about her or the horse.

Amalia walked up to the horse. She held her hand out in greeting. Dirk continued his instructions, If you come across any Dusseldorf riders, tell them you escaped Bravestone. When you get to Ellsdorf, find the White Owl. it’s a local tavern. Ask the barkeep for a room and a Black Owl special. My contact will come to you.

Amalia repeated the instructions in her head, making sure she had them down. While Owl, Black Owl special.

Dirk handed her a small coin purse. This should be more than enough to help you get on your feet. 

Amalia pushed the bag away. You’ve already done so much for me. I can’t accept this. 

Dirk closed Amalia’s hand around the bag, Take it, for Zaren. Amalia could have sworn she saw a tear in Dirk’s eye. 

They led the horse out of the stable to the front gate. They didn’t need to exchange any more words as Amalia mounted her horse. Dirk opened the gate in front of her, but Amalia paused.

What’s her name? Amalia asked, stalling for more time while she sought the proper goodbye.

Her name is Beau, but you can change it now that she’s yours. 

Amalia forced a smile, Beau, I like that. She avoided Dirk’s gaze. A pit welled in her stomach as she realized that this might be the last time she ever saw the young man. Be careful. I don’t know what Tyrell and Lady Velmar are up to, but I don’t like it. 

Dirk clenched his fists. I will, thank you. Travel safe. He stood aside, giving way for Amalia to ride out into the open ground. 

Amalia made her way through the small encampment surrounding Bravestone. Since its siege, General Tenue set up forces to the east of Bravestone to prepare for a coming army. Amalia rode through the camp with ease, the soldiers still resting. No guards stopped her as she rode at a gentle walk.

When the camp was out of sight, Amalia squeezed Beau’s flanks. The horse sped to a gallop as they rode into the distance, leaving only a trail of dust in their wake.

CHAPTER 3

Adozen soldiers loaded the wagons with supplies. Tyrell and his convoy had arrived the night before. He was eager to keep moving. His hand lingered on the bag hanging from his side, feeling the outline of the book within. What the book contained was beyond him, but the fact that Lady Velmar trusted him to retrieve it gave him the fire to return it safely. 

No, no, no! Master Puck yelled as he limped towards the guards. Keep all the meat on the same wagon, we don’t want to contaminate our other foods! Tyrell shook his head at the old man, the four long days of riding had taken its toll on Puck but he still tried to move about the caravan as he once did.

Tyrell met Captain Fallan, who had just finished saddling up his horse in the stables. Are the men ready to march?

The Captain gave him a curt nod. Yes Sir, as soon as we finish packing up the last of the supplies we can depart.

Since they left Bravestone, Captain Fallan finally began showing him more respect. Tyrell understood it stemmed from fear, and he enjoyed that. Captain Fallan saw the man he’d become, and he was afraid.

By midday, the convoy was on their way, traveling east at a slow pace. Tyrell hadn’t anticipated how the wagons laden with supplies would slow down their progress. It would be a long journey back. 

As the sun set, the convoy decided it would be best to make camp just off Long Road. Captain Fallan had the men set up tents and fire pits after which they made dinner.

Tyrell lounged by the fire when a tingling sensation ran up his neck. He drew his sword and spun around, expecting an attack from behind. 

The ground was clear. Nothing moved in his line of sight. Tyrell turned back to the fire. He brushed off the sensation, blaming it on the wind.

A few minutes passed until he sensed the sensation once more. He turned again, trying to find the source. 

Again, it seemed clear, but in the distance, Tyrell caught a slight movement on the horizon. With the setting sun, it was hard to make out the figure, but Tyrell swore he saw a man standing on the hill, watching.

Tyrell blinked, and the man was gone. He couldn’t shake the feeling they were being followed.

Tyrell rose from the fire and walked over to his horse. While others finished setting up the campsite, and men rode out as scouts, no one paid him any mind as he saddled and mounted his horse. 

Riding over a hill, he expected to uncover a camp or some sign of life. To his disappointment, there was nothing but dirt and brush. The barrenness of the Lost Lands left Tyrell disappointed, clenching his fists in frustration. Turning back, he found his campsite was further away than assumed.

Tyrell was about to kick his horse back into motion when he noticed the tingling sensation again. He barely had time to turn as a dagger flew past his head, throwing him off balance and out of his saddle. His horse reared up in terror, fleeing from the unknown assailant. 

Tyrell drew his sword as he rose from the ground. A man in a long gray cloak and a wrap around his head covering his face rose from the brush. A katana hung across his back. The man made no move to draw his weapon, but his eyes pierced through Tyrell, making him shiver.

Give me the book. The man said. Tyrell’s eyes went wide. There’s no way he could know that Tyrell had retrieved the book for Lady Velmar. His hand dropped to his side subconsciously. Don’t make me kill you.

Tyrell let a smile cross his lips. This lowly thief did not understand the power Tyrell possessed and was more than willing to unleash. Tyrell sheathed his sword and opened his arms at the man. Come and take it. 

The strange man cocked his head, examining Tyrell. The man closed his eyes, taking in a few deep breaths. Terror struck Tyrell as he realized he couldn’t move his arms or legs. Something was holding him frozen in place. Magic. He never learned how to fight magic. It was the one thing Velmar had yet to teach him. No matter how hard he tried, his body froze as if in stone.

The man took three quick steps to stand facing Tyrell. I can sense the magic running through you. He said. Too bad. Reaching forward, his hand brushed against Tyrell as he tried to grab the bag. The man stopped, narrowing his eyes. The stranger shook his head in disbelief. 

If you’re going to kill me, do it already. Tyrell growled at the man. He tested his arms and legs, gaining back some movement as the pressure holding them weakened.

It can’t be. The man said, stepping back from Tyrell. 

Tyrell’s arms broke free from the invisible prison and he attacked with all of his force. He yelled as he released his anger at the man in a powerful gust of wind. The dust settled from his attack, leaving nothing in its wake. A sharp pain in the side of his head made him realize he had underestimated his target. The world turned black as Tyrell fell to the ground.

Tyrell woke to a dim light coming from the fire next to him. The man was sitting nearby, having removed the cloak and wrap from his face. His skin was tan, but his hair was pure white. He had slight stubble across his chin and scars accenting his cheeks. 

Tyrell looked around, realizing he was in a cave, trying to find any sign of their location or a means of escape.

I could have killed you. The man said. I let you live. We can either have a civil conversation, or I will force you to listen. Tyrell hadn’t realized the man was staring right at him. He sat up, a throbbing pain in his head. The man handed him a pouch, a liquid sloshing around inside it. Have some water. Tyrell hesitated. Relax, if I wanted you dead, I wouldn’t poison you. 

Tyrell took a drink. The water was pure and cold against his dry, cracked lips. He hadn’t realized how thirsty he was. Tyrell turned back to the man sitting across from him, watching his