Brother's Promise: Ascent Archives

By T Norman

Only one hope remains for the survival of humanity. As an ancient prophecy comes to life, Gant Trell must band together the surviving armies to defeat the Mathox.

 

With every battle, the Mathox grow stronger while humankind moves one step closer to destruction. The forces of Ansaroth and Dusseldorf must join together for one final assault to determine the fate of the world.

 

In the end, there will be death. Who lives and who dies rests solely in the hands of the Barrow Brothers.

• Language: English
• Publisher: JNT Press
• Release date: Oct 2, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201855390

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PROLOGUE

Y’awan huddled against a large tree, holding his breath as Mathox ran past his hiding spot. Around him, the rest of his group hid, waiting for the beasts to pass.

He heard the Mathox before the horn, but there was no way to warn Dirk; not without risking their entire mission. As the last of the beasts left the woods, Y’awan crept towards their mark.

Approaching the edge of the tree line, they could see one wyvern grounded among their soldiers. Plenty of men seemed to be guarding the beast, though they kept their distance. We need to get in a better position. Once that wall falls, it’s our time to attack. Y’awan said to Valen West and Icarus Phobos, the men closest to him.

Y’awan spared a glance to Castle Mordin. The fake wall had fallen and beasts were rushing inside. It was time to act.

Their group brought two large ropes and a dozen men, armed with bows and axes, to cause the most damage. It’s resting. We need to get that rope around its neck to stop it from getting away. Valen, flank it from the west. Icarus, you’re with me. Everyone else, give us cover and make a rush when we’ve got it secured.

Y’awan wished they could take down both beasts at once, but there was no sign of the second. Taking out one would have to do, for now.

Taking a deep breath, Y’awan gave Icarus a nod before they rushed from the woods. Both men ran forward with blinding speed. The beast turned to face them, cocking its head, seemingly confused. Out of the corner of his eye, Y’awan saw Valen make his charge, rope in hand.

This is it. We only have one shot. Icarus separated from Y’awan slightly, moving into place. As they neared, the wyvern snapped its head forward at the men.

Icarus rolled to his right. Y’awan leapt forward off his spear and struck at the beast’s eyes. As it turned to dodge, Valen arrived with rope in hand, throwing it over the neck. Before it could hit the ground, Icarus caught the rope and rolled under the enormous head and together the two men pulled tightly. The wyvern reacted immediately to the attack.

As it turned to snap at the men, the rest of their party rushed from the woods, raining arrows down on the beast. With its attention torn, Y’awan again stabbed at its eye, his spear finding flesh.

The wyvern roared and whipped its head back and forth. This noise caught the attention of soldiers nearby, who turned and shouted a warning of the attack. It was too late. Y’awan’s men dropped their bows and brought axes raining down on the beast.

Before the soldiers moved to stop them, Y’awan and his men cut down the wyvern, leaving its bloody corpse broken across the ground. They turned to meet the attackers when a shadow soared above.

Wyvern in the sky! One of his men called out. They rallied together as the beast landed behind them, a man riding on its back.

The beast lashed forward, throwing one of Y’awan’s men through the air. They tried to fend it off with their axes, many having dropped their bows behind where the beast now stood.

Y’awan focused on fending off the soldiers, realizing they were stuck between two foes. We need to break for the woods. We did our job, now let’s get back and help the others. He kept his voice calm, trying to give the men hope.

Icarus stood at his side, fighting off the soldiers. As the last immediate soldier fell, he turned to join the attack on the wyvern. Y’awan saw Icarus’s eyes go wide and his skin lose all color. Valen, it’s him.

The two men shared a quick glance as recognition dawned on their faces. We can’t. Valen pleaded.

He needs to pay! Icarus started forward, daggers in hand, before Y’awan grabbed him by the shoulder and pulled back.

Now is not the time for revenge. Our people need our help to defend the walls. He looked up at the rest of his men. Let’s move!

At once, they turned and ran towards the woods, only a short distance away. The wyvern took to the sky, trying to catch the men before their escape.

Y’awan fell back as the beast landed only a few feet in front of him. It snapped out, biting into a fleeing soldier nearby.

Valen leapt forward, bringing his axe down towards the beast’s neck. It twisted away and dodged the blow, but not before Icarus closed in and threw two daggers. Y’awan was surprised when his attacks were aimed at the rider rather than the beast.

The large tattooed man dodged one dagger by inches, the other slicing open his bicep. Icarus swore and charged forward.

The wyvern again tried to bite at the men, its large teeth cutting into flesh. Y’awan got back to his feet and hefted his spear, rushing at the beast. If they could kill both wyverns, it would make their losses worth it and give Dirk the chance he needed to turn the tide of battle.

His spear flicked through the air, cutting the beast across the face. Its thick skin stopped any major damage, but it successfully frustrated the wyvern.

Valen brought his axe down, biting deep into the shoulder of the wyvern. It let out a roar and spun in a circle, its tail hitting the men back. The wyvern’s large wings flapped as the beast took to the air, quickly soaring off into the distance.

Soldiers raced towards Y’awan’s small group. Into the woods, now! He shouted at his men. They struggled to their feet, helping those with injuries, and rushed through the woods.

Y’awan heard soldiers following behind. He pushed their pace faster. They needed to get back to the castle before the fight drew on.

Eventually, the sound of pursuit died. Y’awan didn’t slow until he felt confident they’d lost the pursuit.

Y’awan called a halt, giving a moment to rest. They’d lost five of their twelve, and three more were too injured to walk. Icarus held his shoulder but could walk on his own. Take a few moments to catch your breath, I’m going to scout the situation and see how we can get back inside the walls.

Y’awan crouched at the edge of the trees, eyes wide. Mathox rushed through the fake wall as planned, but there were no men on top of the walls attacking. Not only that, the main gate had been opened. Barely half the attacking force remained outside. The sounds of battle were few and far between.

Y’awan jumped at the rustling leaves behind him. He glanced back to find Icarus and Valen joining him. Y’awan wasn’t sure what to say, so he simply let the men see for themselves the loss and destruction.

Valen shook his head while Icarus grunted. We lost. Icarus had a bite to his voice. I blew my chance at revenge for nothing. He let out a snort, then turned and stalked back through the woods.

He’ll be fine. We have a long history with the man riding that wyvern. Valen didn’t elaborate. He sat and watched the Mathox’s siege.

Y’awan didn’t know how long passed before they saw a man standing atop the battlements and blow a horn. The reaction was immediate. The rest of the army marched towards Castle Mordin.

The fight was over.

We can’t let them win without a fight. Y’awan tried to formulate a plan. It would be difficult, but hope remained. Julia will be back shortly, and Ellara led a force to Ips.

Valen looked at Y’awan with a raised eyebrow. We have only seven men. What good can we do?

Y’awan let out a deep sigh. They don’t know that. We attack by night. Don’t let them rebuild those walls. It’ll take some time to repair the damage. We can use fire if needed, but all we need to do is stop them from refortifying. If we can draw it out long enough, the others will return with help.

Valen gave a shrug. What do we have to lose? We’ll have to move camp every night like we did when taking back Waledorf.

Good. Let’s get the men some rest before nightfall. Together, they stalked back through the woods towards their injured soldiers. Seven men against an army. You’ve got to love those odds.

CHAPTER 1

Rysh dropped from exhaustion. After a long night of climbing up the cliff face outside Dragon Tower, they finally reached the top.

As the sun rose on the horizon, the small group knew they needed to put some distance between themselves and the enemy stronghold before they could rest.

The three men trudged along in silence. The bright sun shining on their backs wore Rysh out quickly. He fell to his knees, exhausted. Dad, we need to rest. Gant knelt by his father, placing a hand on his back.

No, not until we’re safe. Even as he said the words, Rysh knew they weren’t true. They would never be safe, not now.

You can barely walk, besides I’ve been using Fawkes and there’s no pursuit. Gant was right, Rysh was exhausted. He let himself relax on the warm ground. There was no shelter nearby, no options for a formal camp. I’ll take first watch. Tyrell, you take second. Once night falls, we try to gain some more ground. It’ll be easier to travel in the cool darkness.

Rysh wanted to protest, to tell his son that he would take the first watch, but before he could even get the words out, his eyes betrayed him and closed, bringing about a deep slumber.

Waking with a start, Rysh sat up quickly. It took a moment for him to remember where he was, darkness having fallen around them. Gant was asleep next to him while Tyrell sat staring into the distance. I know he wanted to leave at dusk, but he needs the rest. We all do. Tyrell’s voice was weak.

Rysh checked the wound on his leg, changing the makeshift bandage. The cut wasn’t deep, the pain stemming from their escape of Dragon Tower.

Rysh and Tyrell sat in silence until Gant stirred. Gant rose and stretched, groaning as he rolled his head around his shoulders. Thanks for letting me sleep. We should get moving.

The three men packed up their little supplies and continued west, staying near the coastline. Where are we going? Rysh let Gant lead, but he wasn’t sure what the plan was.

Port Hallsworth. After we left Bardale, Lady Dekhart and her people hit the town. I didn’t want to mention it because I knew it would only distract us. Enzo and Piper escaped, along with Marshal, Elena, and Meeko. They grabbed a boat and sailed to Port Hallsworth. Gant kept walking, letting his words settle in with the others.

What of Henrik? Rysh asked.

Gant shook his head, not turning to meet the gaze of his father. I don’t know. He stayed behind to hold off attackers while the rest escaped. I tried to send Fawkes to find him... His voice trailed off, leaving the words unsaid.

It doesn’t matter where we go, we’ve lost. Tyrell’s words were soft, yet in the silence of the night they rang clear.

Gant stopped to turn, facing the sunken gaze of Tyrell. Don’t you dare say that.

Tyrell shrugged, It’s true. We lost Xor, the only one who knew what was going on, and we lost Cal. We needed all three of us to kill Ma Tu Hett. Just accept the fact that we’ve lost.

Gant shoved Tyrell, pushing him to the ground. Gant’s sudden outburst surprised Rysh. He stepped forward, but Gant held a hand out, asking him to stay. His son knew exactly what he was doing.

You’re the one who came to us, told us about the Barrow Brothers, and brought us on this mission. You don’t get to give up.

Tyrell let out a laugh, pushing himself up to his elbows. You make it sound like I have a choice.

Our friends just died. Don’t let their sacrifice be in vain. Gant snapped.

We don’t know that, Rysh interjected. We didn’t see Han die. He very well could still be alive.

Gant shook his head slowly, He’s not. I saw him, all of them. They hung their bodies from the wall as a display. Rysh felt sick. Not just at what the Mathox had done, but at the realization his son had to witness it. Gant held a hand out to Tyrell and helped him to his feet. We can either sit here and do nothing, letting the world fall into chaos, or we can stand and fight. I know what Han, Cal, and Xor would want us to do.

Tyrell held Gant’s gaze. Fine. What’s the plan?

Gant gave a nod and smiled. We make our way to Port Hallsworth. We’re going to need a ship and crew in order to make this work.

As night wore on, they grew tired and made camp again, resting until morning. Even though he was exhausted, sleep evaded Rysh. Gant snored softly as his father took the first watch.

What went wrong? Tyrell asked, lying on his back and staring up at the moon. Xor was so confident. We should’ve been able to defeat Ma Tu Hett.

It was a valid question, one Rysh had taken little time to ponder. They knew we were coming. We were just too outnumbered.

I’m going to kill Erik if it’s the last thing I do. Tyrell growled.

Rysh shook his head, even though in the darkness he knew Tyrell couldn’t see the movement. I don’t see how it was Erik. I was with him from the battle at Bravestone until we made the attack on Dragon Tower. When would he have had a chance?

I don’t know, but it had to be him. Everyone else is dead.

Not everyone. I hate to think this, but what of the others? Those we left behind. Could one of them have betrayed us? Rysh had fought with Enzo and Piper alike. He had a hard time believing either of them would betray their trust, Henrik, Elena, and Meeko as well. They had no reason to betray their friends. The only outliers were Mill Barken, Marshal, and Miles. Though the brothers seemed to have no allegiance, they were the likely culprits.

Where did you come across those brothers, Miles and Marshal? It seemed Tyrell had come to the same conclusion.

We happened upon them as we fled from Mathox. They were the only fishing boat we could get to and forced them to come with us.

Tyrell sat up, his eyes wide, reflecting the moon light. Why’d they stay for so long when they could have left?

Rysh couldn’t believe it took him this long to see it. It was too much of a coincidence that they stayed with Rysh and the others for so long. How did I not see it before? We need to warn the others. Marshal is still with them.

There’s no way to, not without separating him from the group. Both Tyrell and Rysh knew what it meant. Their friends were on their own, a traitor in their midst. We need our energy. try to get some rest. I won’t be able to sleep.

The young man was right. Rysh was exhausted, and somehow Tyrell had the most energy of all of them. He lay back on the rough ground, letting his mind wander. As he drifted off to sleep, Rysh felt the nightmares return.

The rising sun woke Rysh with a groan. He slept fitfully, vivid dreams of death and destruction playing through his mind. Tyrell and Gant were both awake and moving.

Gant noticed his father awake first. Tyrell told me about Marshal. It doesn’t change our plan, we still need to meet them. Now we just have to move faster. The three men packed up and continued their march through the desert. Rysh guessed it would take at least five days to reach Port Hallsworth.

CHAPTER 2

Henrik grunted as he hefted against the wheel, turning the large slaving ship on a tack. Haul those sails tight. We need to regain ground! After Nico and Hayward freed the slaves, it was quick work eliminating the crew and taking over the ship. Now it was up to Henrik to sail them out of danger.

It’d been years since Henrik sailed on a square rig, and even then, it was only a short time before he started working as a trader on schooners. The large ship lacked the freedom and responsiveness of Serenity.

Three ships gave chase after they commandeered the slaver. Three ships more than Henrik had hoped for. Overnight he lowered sails and doubled back and now as the sun rose in the distance the three large ships sailed in front of them, completely unaware.

Hayward stood next to Henrik at the helm, watching the crew move about the deck. I thought losing them in the night meant we would flee?

Henrik didn’t take his eyes off the enemy ships as he responded. We won’t be able to lose them completely, not many places we can go. If we can, however, take one of them out, they might reconsider giving chase after seeing what it could cost them. He knew it was a risky plan, yet it was the only option. He needed to sail to Port Hallsworth. That’s where he told Elena he would meet them, but these three ships giving chase changed all that. Now he needed to find a way to lose them and also double back to port.

Sounds risky. What’s the plan? Hayward let a slight smile cross his lips.

The course Henrik took them on would allow them to hold steady until they reached the closest ship. Even if the enemy ship changed course, Henrik had the angle on them now. There was no getting away.

We hit their last ship, take out the mast, and then drop back. If they ignore the disabled ship and follow us, that changes our plan. If they go for aid first, we know they don’t care about us, and that’ll be our opening to get away.

Hayward’s silence signified his acceptance of the plan. Their slaver slowly gained on the other three ships, and after a short time, Henrik could hear calls coming from the enemies ahead. They’d spotted him and knew his intentions. Don’t come about, stay your course. If they got stuck between all three ships, they were doomed. Everything depended on hitting only the last ship.

Oars! Henrik called out. The front two ships were turning about. The maneuver would take time; they needed to double their speed. Henrik adjusted the point of sail slightly, picking up a slight increase in speed. Get a boarding party ready. We won’t have long. You need to bring down that mast. Henrik knew Hayward would take Nico with him and hoped whatever team they assembled could accomplish the task.

The large slaver cut through the water with a rough carelessness. Henrik counted his breaths as he neared his target. He watched and waited for the exact moment.

With a quick spin of the wheel, he barked his orders, sending the crew into motion. Clew the main, brace em square! It wasn’t a command commonly used, posing too much risk, but when you needed to stop suddenly, it was one of the few options left.

The large ship shuddered under the sudden shift in wind and pressure, rocking about as the nose turned to a beam reach.

Henrik smiled to himself as his large ship turned parallel to his target. His boarding crew, led by Hayward and Nico, threw ropes and ladders across as soon as the two ships were close enough and boarded.

All he could do was stand at the helm and watch as his boarding party flew across the enemy ship, cutting down soldiers left and right. It was to Henrik’s advantage that half the crew was slaves and took up no arms in defense.

The fight was over before it fully started. Hayward and Nico reached the main mast, using a combination of what looked like magic and Nico’s long-sword to cut into the mast. Henrik heard a large crack and saw the men fleeing the ship back to his own.

They had freed some of the slaves and were filing on board before Henrik ordered his men to haul sails. He turned with the wind and picked up full speed to sail away. He spared a glance back to see the other two ships stopping to assist their damaged vessel.

The crew of freed slaves gathered around the main deck, looking up at Henrik debating with Hayward and Grehz, the newly appointed voice of the free men. We need to sail for Port Hallsworth. Henrik tried not to raise his voice, to no avail.

We just escaped three ships. Now you want to turn around and sail back towards them? Grehz was a short gray haired man, with scars up and down his tan skin. His voice callous, the man didn’t need to shout for his words to be heard.

Hallsworth isn’t an option. We need to keep heading west to Port Sarim or even up the coast. Hayward was thinking logically. It’s what any good soldier would do.

Henrik shook his head slowly, lowering his voice. I have people I care about in Port Hallsworth. I won’t leave them. It was stupid. He didn’t even know for sure if they’d made it or not, but he had to check. Henrik wouldn’t let himself leave Elena and Meeko alone and in danger ever again.

Hayward let his shoulders sag with a sigh. Listen, I get that and can understand your desire to go back, but we have too many people here depending on us to risk over an unknown. Again, Henrik could see the logic in Hayward’s argument and deep down, he agreed with the man. We can’t go back. We aren’t risking only this ship, but our lives.

Fine. Henrik pivoted, giving in knowing he wouldn’t be able to convince the entire crew to risk their lives for his personal mission. I’m taking the skiff. He started down the steps to the main deck. Grehz stepped after Henrik, grabbing at his mace.

Stop him! Hayward bellowed from above. Henrik turned in surprise at the command, seeing the regret in the mage’s eyes. You’re one of the few sailors we have Henrik, we can’t afford for you to leave.

Grehz and ten other slaves stepped up to Henrik, weapons resting in their hands. He could see they didn’t want to fight him, they wanted freedom. Haul the sails and to oars. Henrik shouted. The slaves hesitated, waiting for a nod from Grehz before they moved to their positions. Henrik rejoined Hayward at the helm, Nico still leaning against the aft rail. We make for Port Sarim. Once there, I’m dropping anyone off that wants to leave and taking the rest back to Port Hallsworth.

Hayward gave a curt nod. Sounds like a wonderful plan to me. He smiled as the ship lurched beneath their feet, the wind filling their sails.

CHAPTER 3

Sid snuck towards the baker’s shop through a dark alley. Rain soaked the surrounding ground, covering the sound of his footsteps. He loved when it rained; it gave him a chance to clean up. Except today, today was for getting something to eat.

The baker was a busy man, always helping the hungry like Sid and his family. If only he had some coins to buy the bread, he wouldn’t have to steal it.

A crowd gathered in the building, shoving to reach the counter. Sid used his skill to slip by the bodies, passing easily with his slight frame, until he reached the counter. He could smell the bread, it made his mouth water with anticipation.

A large woman stood next to him, receiving a loaf of bread from the baker’s wife before turning to leave. Sid avoided the gaze of the woman, trying to look inconspicuous.

As the baker’s wife turned away, Sid ducked under the table and out of sight. He watched feet move around him as he waited for his chance. The baker’s wife stepped up to the table next to him once again, handing out another loaf. As soon as she stepped away, Sid sped out and into the storeroom.

He found some dried up bread sitting on a shelf, grabbing the loaf and tucking it into his coat. He waited for an opening and again snuck under the table, then seamlessly weaved his way back through the crowd.

The baker made it too easy, leaving a packaged loaf right there. They were asking for someone to come in and take it; someone with Sid’s skill, of course.

Back in the stables, Sid pushed his way past the other families. He didn’t know what happened to the stable owner. After the families from outlying cities moved to Glendorf, he disappeared. Sid wouldn’t complain, it gave his family a roof to sleep under.

Their pa died when Sid was young, so that left it up to Sid and his younger brother to take care of their ma and baby sister.

Sid rounded the stable wall to find his ma and sister, Nat, huddled together for warmth. He wondered why girls could never stay warm. Sid loved the rain, it never made him cold. Renn, Sid’s younger brother, was in the next stable over playing with a stick as if it were a sword. Sid ripped a chunk of bread off for his ma and sister and then joined Renn to finish the loaf.

Sid enjoyed living in Glendorf. It differed from his hometown of Walten, where everyone spent their days farming. A city like this was full of taverns and life. He could find food to borrow at every turn, but he liked taking from the baker, since he never chased him like the others.

The stable door flung open, blowing cold air in. Sid peaked around the stall to look at the cause of the noise. Two men stepped inside with horses in hand, hoods covering their heads. They walked down the stable, looking into each stall at the families.

As they approached Sid, he ducked back in and pushed his brother behind him. The men stepped around the corner and stopped. One stranger lowered his hood, and it surprised Sid how young he looked. He had blond hair tied up at the back of his head, though some fell across his face. It’s all right, He knelt down as he spoke to Sid and Renn, My friend and I were hoping to stable our horses here, though it seems it’s unfit for horses anymore.

Sid exchanged a quick glance with Renn. This could be a great opportunity for them; two horses were worth a lot of coins. We can watch the horses if you like. Sid tried not to smile as he thought about all the food they would buy him.

That would be a great convenience for us, thank you. The man spoke again. Sid and Renn cautiously stepped forward and helped lead the horses into the stall. The travelers had large packs on their saddles. Sid tried to grab one from the young man, but he snatched the bag up and slung it over his shoulder before Sid got the chance.

After the horses were tied up and munching on some hay, the young man rested his hands on Sid's and Renn’s shoulders as he crouched down. I know that at a time like this, when you need food, it might be tempting to sell those horses and run off with the money. He looked directly at Sid, sending shivers down his spine. Sid thought his heart was going to beat right out of his chest. It nearly did when the young man pulled out two gold coins and put one in Sid's and Renn’s hand each. But here’s the deal. My friend and I are here to meet with Prince Rawson. We work with him, and we take care of those who help us. You’re helping us right now, and we will remember that, but if you do something to hurt us, we’ll remember that as well.

Sid didn’t have to be told twice. The fire in the young man’s eyes was enough to tell him not to cross him. Besides, if what they said was true about working with the Prince, this could be the break that Sid and his family were waiting for.

The young man rose and turned to leave without another word. As they stepped out of the stables, Sid quickly leapt on top of the pile of hay, pushing himself onto the stable wall and up into the rafters. He leapt from beam to beam until he reached the hay door. Sid swung it open, then pulled himself up onto the roof.

He scanned the crowd outside, finding the two men easily as the crowd seemed to part around them, keeping their distance. He watched them curiously as they had a brief conversation, then went their separate ways. Sid followed the younger man. He dropped into the alley below and rushed down the street. The young man was making his way directly towards the baker’s shop. Sid stood back in the shadows and waited. He didn’t dare go back inside after borrowing a loaf of bread already today.

Dallan hadn’t expected the procession of travelers they followed into Glendorf. The city was overflowing with those seeking shelter anywhere they could find it. He knew the boys watching his horse wouldn’t do anything stupid. They needed shelter; if they tried to sell the horses, there was nowhere else for them to go and they knew it.

He and Jarod decided rather than marching in to announce their presence to the would be king, it would be best to stake out the area and see if they could figure out who was really behind the fort walls.

Dallan entered the door to a bakery, a crowded room where people pushed towards the front counter where a man and woman frantically moved about, exchanging food for coins with the customers. I’m sorry, that’s all we’ve got for today! The man tried to shout over the crowd. Come back tomorrow! The crowd moaned and cursed softly as they turned and pushed out the entrance.

Dallan stood alone and walked to the counter, where the man rested his head in his hands. He jumped at the sound of Dallan approaching.

Sorry, we’re all out of bread. Come back again tomorrow. Dallan could see the sweat dripping down his brow, dark rings around his eyes.

Dallan fished in his pocket for a coin, this one a silver. I’m not here for bread. He placed the coin gently on the counter, leaving it in front of the man.

The baker shook his head, We’re honest, hard-working people, we don’t take bribes. He pushed the coin back and turned to leave.

It’s not a bribe. I’m just looking for help. Dallan called out after the man. His wife entered the room at the sound, giving her husband a confused look. My name is Dallan. Believe it or not, I’m here to help.

Help? Ha! That’s what the king said when he came and took over the keep. Don’t see him helping, now do ya. The baker spit out coldly while his wife looked at him in terror.

Dallan spread his arms open. You don’t have to worry. I’m actually here because of the king. Dallan knew what he was about to do was foolish, but he didn’t see any other way. King Rawson is dead. He fell at Bravestone. I wasn’t there personally, but I have close friends that were and they can attest to it.

The baker and his wife exchanged confused looks. If he’s dead, then who’s in the keep hoarding all the citi’s food?

That’s what I’m here to find out. The front door flew open as Jarod walked in, tossing a boy to the ground next to Dallan.

Found this one trying to climb the roof from the alleyway.

The young boy looked up and Dallan recognized the youth from the stable immediately. The boy looked at the bakers then quickly ducked his head back down into his arms.

Dallan cocked his head at the man and wife. Do you know him?

The baker nodded slowly. Aye, we’ve been giving him and his family bread for weeks.

Giving! The boy shot to his feet and shouted. You ain’t been giving us anything! I steal that bread fair and square, I do!

Jarod grabbed the boy by the shoulders before he could do anything stupid. Easy now, why don’t you take a seat?

What’s your name, kid?

The boy reluctantly sat and crossed his arms in defeat. Sid.

I’m Dallan, and that’s my friend Jarod. Dallan looked to the baker and his wife, giving them a nod.

I’m Alecks Dunne and this is my wife, Visne. The couple stepped out from behind the counter and pulled up their own stools. So this isn’t the king?

Dallan grabbed a stool to sit between Sid and Alecks while Jarod sat on Sid’s other side next to Visne. What can you tell me about him? When did he arrive? Have any of you seen him? What color is his hair? I need to know whatever details you have.

He showed up maybe two and a half weeks ago. Alecks recalled. Came with a group of soldiers waving the king’s banner. They took over the fort and I haven’t seen them since.

He’s got black hair and skin like you. Sid mumbled to the floor while pointing at Dallan.

You’ve seen him? Dallan wanted to make sure the boy wasn’t saying something to get out of his situation.

Sid nodded slowly. I like to climb up on the roofs when it’s sunny out. Seen him a few times in the fort. He walks along the wall with a ton of soldiers following behind him. He always wears a helmet, but I can see the black hair beneath clear enough.

Dallan and Jarod exchanged a quick glance. The man Sid described was absolutely not the king, but then who was he? Dallan had a spark of an idea. You said you like to climb walls?

Sid nodded, still looking at the ground, ashamed.

Dallan looked to Alecks and Visne first. When I approached I noticed you have an upper level to your bakery. I’m guessing your home?

Alecks nodded. Aye, it’s the easiest way to maintain the shop.

Sid and his brother are currently taking care of our horses, but I don’t suppose you would have a bed for his mother and sister, and maybe some food, in exchange for their help around the shop. Alecks nodded along with Dallan’s idea, following his thought. I’m sure you could make twice the amount of bread with twice the hands.

Sid looked up, eyes wide, hearing Dallan’s request. He looked between Alecks and Visne with wide eyes. I think we could work out a deal. We can’t keep up with the demands. A couple more hands would take a lot of stress off our shoulders.

Dallan turned to smile at Sid. Remember, we help those that help us. So how about one more favor?

CHAPTER 4

Julia nearly leapt off the deck of Serenity as the Katarik Forest came into view. Their journey from the Vale of Axos had been long and stressful. Thankfully, Nora Stello, Maks’s mother, had made a full recovery. Burns permanently scarred her skin, marring the flesh in discolored patterns.

The two guardians spent their time huddled together, whispering. After losing their family, Julia didn’t feel it was right to press them for answers. The chest Maks brought with him never left his side; the young man kept a tight grip on it at all times.

Valcor and Julia had discussed at length what would happen when they arrived at Katarik Forest. That all changed as Julia’s heart sank, seeing smoke rising in the distance in the early morning light.

She rushed down the deck to join Valcor at the helm. The crew dropped the sails and was preparing a skiff for launch. Something’s wrong. Valcor rested a hand on the helm, leaning his weight against the wooden wheel. We can’t risk going in there without knowing what’s going on.

I agree. Let me take a team. Julia was eager to get on land, to get back to those that needed her help.

Valcor stood up straight, cocking his head at Julia’s request. Who do you want to take?

Julia’s eyes went wide at the lack of rebuttal from Valcor. Well, I thought Lucian and Maks would be the best option.

Valcor scratched his chin, then nodded slowly. That could work. What of the rest of us? We can’t sit here for too long. We would risk being spotted.

Why isn’t he trying to fight my plan? You should sail for Ips. Ellara and Marcus led a group in search of help. If nothing else, we’ll find allies there.

Valcor nodded along, giving Julia a smile. Sounds like a plan, your majesty.

As Valcor turned to send orders to the crew, Julia called out after him. Why aren’t you trying to stop me?

He turned back, eyebrows raised. Do you want me to stop you?

Well, no, Julia stammered, But I don’t get why you aren’t trying. It just doesn’t make sense.

Valcor let out a loud laugh, stepping forward and patting Julia on the shoulder. You’re a strange one. I’m not questioning you because I’ve seen you grow as a leader, and I trust you.

His words made Julia’s stomach flutter. She didn’t think she would ever get used to having the unwavering trust of men like Valcor. Thank you.

They marched across the deck of Serenity to the waiting crew. Julia let Valcor give his orders. Something’s happened to Castle Mordin. Julia is taking a small party, Lucian and Maks, to assess. The rest of us will sail to Ips and reconnect with our allies there.

Tyus and Lucian made their way to prepare the skiff. Julia knew Tyus wasn’t happy about leaving Julia’s side, but it was their best bet. She wanted to bring Maks for his magic and knowledge of Wyverns, and Lucian was a better scout than Tyus. Keep an eye on Nora. Julia asked of Tyus. She’s healed, but something seems off about her. She won’t talk to anyone but her son. Just make sure she doesn’t do something stupid.

Tyus gave a curt bow, avoiding Julia’s gaze. I’m sorry Tyus, please don’t take it personally. She watched him march away to continue preparations.

He’ll be fine. Lucian watched Julia’s gaze follow Tyus walking away. He needs a purpose, and right now, that’s protecting you. That’s just how he is.

Julia boarded the skiff with Lucian and Maks before Anders lowered them into the cold water. She found it interesting that Maks had brought his chest with him; hopefully, the contents would prove valuable in their task. They rowed the small boat the short distance to shore. There was enough tree coverage for them to pull the boat from the water and hide it under the cover of some thick brush.

Julia looked back at the open water, where Serenity hauled its sails and sailed away. Lucian slung his bag over his shoulder, bow in hand. We should move quickly, in case someone saw the ship off the coast and comes to investigate.

They marched through the woods, heading slightly west of Castle Mordin rather than directly to the fort. Lucian led the way, arrow knocked as his eyes continually scanned the forest.

He held up a fist, halting their march. They quickly crouched low, ducking behind tree cover. Julia heard soft noises coming from ahead of them.

A group of Mathox marched through the woods, chopping at the surrounding brush to make their own path. They were speaking in a guttural tongue, seemingly unconcerned about being found.

Let’s double back, Lucian started, turning to face Julia. His eyes went wide in fear. Julia noticed at that moment that Maks was gone. She turned frantically, spotting some movement up ahead. Idiot. Lucian hurried after the man, heading directly towards the Mathox.

Julia picked up her pace to stay on Lucian’s heels, aware of the noise they were making. The Mathox seemed to finally notice as well, drawing their weapons and turning to the approaching sound.

Lucian reached Maks a few moments before Julia. He had a fire in his eyes, thirsty for blood. They killed my family. I need to make them pay! Maks tried to pull himself from Lucian’s grasp as the Mathox marched towards them.

Stay down. I’ll try to draw their attention. Lucian drew three arrows and placed two in this bow hand as he stood. He knocked the third arrow and dashed to his right. The Mathox saw him move and gave him their full attention. Julia was stunned by Lucian’s speed, releasing three arrows in quick succession, each finding its mark in three different Mathox.

Maks set the chest down and undid the locking mechanism when shouts rang out through the trees. Julia looked up and saw five men drop from the trees into the heart of the Mathox. Their weapons sprayed blood through the air.

The battle was brief, and the Mathox fell with ease. Julia rushed from their hiding spot to Y’awan and Icarus. What’s going on? What happened to Castle Mordin?

Y’awan wiped the blood from his spear, bowing to Julia as she approached. We need to get to safety, then we can discuss what has happened. Icarus and Y’awan led them through the woods with their other three soldiers flanking out on both sides.

The large trees didn’t allow for a simple path. Y’awan led them through a winding course of trees. Julia quickly lost her bearings.

Out of nowhere, Valen West stepped out from behind a hulking tree, his battle axe in hand. He gave a slight nod as they entered the camp. Camp wasn’t the right term. This small clearing had what looked like beds of leaves to sleep on and that was it. Three men lay bandaged; raising their heads to see who had entered.

Come, let’s sit. Y’awan gestured for Julia and her friends to take a seat on a fallen log. Dirk came up with a plan. He sent us to take out a wyvern before they could attack while the rest of our forces defended the wall.

We killed a wyvern. Valen said solemnly. Not without losses of our own.

What happened to Castle Mordin? Julia needed to know her people were safe. That Dirk was safe.

We don’t know yet, we haven’t been able to get back inside, but Castle Mordin has fallen. Y’awan gave the solemn report.

Julia shook. She couldn’t keep losing. She needed something to take her mind off of the loss. Standing, Julia went over to the injured men and knelt down next to them, examining their wounds. She took a deep breath as she hovered her hands above their injuries and closed her eyes. Magic coursed through her veins as the wounds mended themselves.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, along with an influx of energy. Julia looked up to see Maks standing over her, feeding his own magic to help her. She moved to each injured man, healing their wounds. As the last man healed, Julia stood, realizing too late she’d used too much energy. She stumbled forward, falling to the ground as her vision went dark.

We’ve been attacking any scouting parties we find, hitting them however we can. Julia heard Y’awan speaking softly. We don’t stay in the same place, moving under the cover of the night to a new spot daily.

We need to get inside those walls. Valen offered. There has to be a way to find out who, if any, survived.

We’ve been waiting for someone to make contact. This time, it was Icarus that spoke, his voice raspy and low. We want to make a signal fire, show anyone alive inside that we’re out here, but it’s too risky with Mathox all around.

I might be able to help. Julia sat up at Maks’s soft voice, turning to see the young man sitting on a log nearby. He set the strange chest down in front of himself. Julia sat wide eyed as Maks unlocked the chest and opened it up, revealing the contents inside. Julia stood and walked over, at a loss for words.

This changes everything. Julia turned to Y’awan, Lucian, Icarus, and Valen. A smile spread across her face. I have a plan.

CHAPTER 5

After three days in Ips, Captain Ian Grant still refused to meet with Ellara and Captain Marcus Allos. Even presenting a singled letter from Dirk Stowen himself wasn’t enough to persuade the man.

The city guard provided even less help. They allowed Ellara and her people to enter, but outside of that offered no assistance. It fell to Marcus and Perrin to set up a rotation of guards along the walls.

Every day Ellara woke with the fear that an army of enemies would march from Castle Mordin, bringing with them a death sentence.

The Allos children bonded quickly with Solde, climbing and swinging from his hulking arms. The giant beamed as the children climbed over him, a reaction that made Ellara feel a brief sense of peace.

Instead of playing with the other children, Mycah Fallan, the ambitious young lad, asked if he could join Perrin in patrolling. He showed up the first morning with a short sword hanging from his side and promised he knew how to use it. Ellara never met his father, Gabe, but the boy spoke highly of the man and how great a warrior he was.

This morning, like many, Ellara sat braiding Elisa’s hair, watching Hazel and Jon Allos play fighting. It was a comfortable routine while they waited. A shout rang from the wall, pulling Ellara’s gaze. Perrin and Mycah waved towards her, beckoning her to the gate.

Ellara ran to them, Solde trudging behind. Marcus Allos arrived a heartbeat later, panting to catch his breath. Two guards opened the gate, and Ellara was shocked to see Jam’na Hwue walking forward, his head held low, bow hung over one shoulder and a deer over the other. He walked in through the walls and dropped the animal at Marcus’s feet.

He looked at the stunned faces around him and shrugged, offering a single word of explanation. Lunch.

Clara Allos and some of the other women cooked the deer to share among the group of survivors. The children helped clean up after the meal, leaving Marcus to meet with Jam’na, Ellara, and Perrin.

Jam’na seemed different from when he’d left, calm and at peace, while at the same time closed off and distant. I needed some time to clear my head, but I’ve been watching. Ellara thought she saw his eagle soaring in the distance multiple times. This only proved her right.

Any news from Castle Mordin? Ellara needed to know of her friends.

Jam’na gave a slow nod, avoiding her gaze. It fell during the attack. Many died, but they held even more prisoner within. Y’awan and a small force were outside the walls during the fight and are gathering a force.

Please be okay, Mace, Gallad, Dirk. Ellara held her composure. We need to go to their aid. That’s a dangerous game, Ruby warned Ellara. Captain Grant has men to spare. We can meet up with Y’awan and the others to mount an attack.

I disagree. Marcus looked between Jam’na and Ellara. If anyone made it out, they’d know to come here. We wait, gather any survivors, and then make a plan.

Ellara grunted, That would be easier if Captain Grant answered our request.

He can’t. Jam’na sat picking at deer meat.

Ellara’s eyes went wide. What do you mean he can’t?

Jam’na shrugged, He fell ill shortly after you left for Castle Mordin, died a few days later.

Ellara and Marcus exchanged panicked glances. I think it’s time we pay a visit to whoever’s in charge. Marcus’s voice was normally smooth and comforting, yet these words were anything but. They held the sharp edge of a blade, ready to attack.

Marcus grabbed his axe and stormed towards the fort. Ellara rushed after him, waving for Jam’na and Perrin to follow. Clara Allos stepped from her tent with the twins, Max and Meri, calling after Ellara. What’s going on?

Ellara shouted back, trying to keep up with Marcus. Come quick, we’ll explain. Clara rushed after them as fast as she could.

Marcus reached the fort and shouted at the guards outside. We demand an audience with Captain Grant. He held his axe across his front, trying to appear non-threatening, but his voice betrayed him.

The two men standing guard whispered to one another before one ran inside. Moments later, six men left the fort with bows in hand. They spread out, facing Marcus. One man stepped from the group, bow held at his side. As we’ve told you, Captain Grant cannot take guests.

A small crowd had gathered at the commotion. I know, because Captain Grant is dead! Marcus raised his voice so they could hear the words as well. He’s been that way since before we returned.

The man speaking to Marcus shifted uncomfortably. I don’t know where you heard that, but it’s…

Stop pretending! Marcus shouted. He gestured towards Jam’na. My friend is a seer. He’s been watching you since we left. Ian Grant is dead and you’ve been hiding it this whole time.

The guard lifted his bow, the other five men following suit, aiming them at Marcus. You and your people need to leave now!

Ellara was shocked when Marcus laughed. We’ve lost our home and our people have been attacked at every turn. If you think this empty threat will scare us, you’re greatly mistaken.

They’re scared, scared men make stupid mistakes. Ellara trusted Ruby, reaching up and holding her necklace as her breathing increased. Marcus, She whispered softly, Please don’t aggravate them.

Marcus held his arms out and stepped forward. Put down the bow so we can talk. He calmed his voice, lowering it to keep the armed guards at ease.

The lead archer drew his arrow and shouted. I said stay back!

Marcus… Clara’s words were lost in a commotion. Ellara saw the lead archer turn and release at the sound. Marcus screamed as Clara fell to the ground, an arrow in her chest. Ellara ran with Marcus to Clara’s side, dropping to her knees and grabbing Clara’s hand.

We need a healer! Ellara shouted through her tears. Jam’na rushed forward, taking Ellara’s place.

Clara… Marcus whispered her name. He pressed on the wound, slowing the flow of blood.

Jam’na knelt to examine the wound, shaking his head slowly. He lowered his ear to her belly and let out a sigh. Her pulse is weak, but she’s alive. To save her, we need to remove that arrow and clean the wound. She risks losing too much blood, the baby....

Marcus shook his head, No, no. I can’t lose her, or the baby. He looked at Jam’na, tears in his eyes. You need to save them.

Marcus, Clara let out a whisper. She fought to open her eyes, looking up at her husband. Save the baby.

Ellara sat back in shock. She heard the cries of children behind her, turning to see Max and Meri clutching to Perrin and weeping. The head archer stood with his bow still in hand, his face white in shock.

Marcus, what do you want me to do? Jam’na looked on with urgency.

Ellara moved to rest her hand on Marcus’s shoulder. You need to make a decision.

Marcus grabbed his axe and stood, holding his head low. I’m going to make you pay.

Ellara stood to stop Marcus when Jam’na grabbed her hand. I need your help if we’re going to save either of them. Begrudgingly, Ellara knelt back down at Clara’s side.

Jam’na ripped a piece of Clara’s skirt into a strip and wrapped it around the arrow. The cloth held the arrow in place while also keeping pressure on the wound. He pulled a knife from his belt and cut open the front of Clara’s dress.

Solde, I need your help! Jam’na shouted out to the giant. Solde rushed forward at the command. Hold her down. She’s going to fight against the pain. If she moves, it could hurt the baby. Solde knelt at Clara’s head, placing his large hand on her shoulders.

What can I do? Ellara wanted to be of help; she knew if she stopped moving, the fear would consume her.

Get a bucket of water, rags, and blankets. Jam’na pressed on Clara’s belly, feeling around for the baby.

Ellara ran towards their small campsite. She ignored the calls of Mycah, Elisa, and the Allos children as she rushed to find the supplies needed. Hazel, give me a hand. She didn’t want to involve the children, but needed help to carry everything back. They ran from the camp to the scene of chaos.

Jam’na grabbed the bucket of water as they approached. Hold her arms and look away. Ellara grabbed Clara’s left hand and Hazel her right. Jam’na whispered a prayer under his breath as he lifted his knife.

Blood. Ellara wasn’t prepared for how much blood there would be. The screams only made it worse.

Clara passed out shortly into the surgery, but her screams echoed in Ellara’s ears while Jam’na continued. Ellara wasn’t sure how long it took, but felt relief as she heard the cry of a newborn baby. She hadn’t noticed Marcus join them until he knelt down and took the wrapped baby from Jam’na’s hands.

Ellara looked up to see his arms and chest covered in blood. Not blood from the baby, she realized.

Six bodies lay on the ground behind him, their chests torn open and faces mangled. Marcus pulled his baby close and cried.

Dad! Max and Meri ran to Marcus, grabbing their father around the waist.

Perrin pushed his way through the gathered crowd with Quinn, Jon, and Elisa. The children ran to join in the embrace, Hazel pulling her younger siblings close.

Thank you. Marcus whispered. He passed off the newborn to Hazel as he reached out to his wife’s hand. Thank you.

Ellara met Perrin’s gaze, nodding towards the crowd surrounding them. Perrin stepped away, waving his arms. Give them some space. He waved off the bystanders, leaving the family alone. Solde took Elisa with him back towards their tent while Ellara, Jam’na, and Perrin examined the fallen soldiers.

What do we do now? Ellara asked the two men. With Captain Grant dead, and his soldiers hiding that fact, they had little power to help.

Jam’na looked absently towards the sky. We fight.

CHAPTER 6

It surprised Dallan at how much Alecks and Visne Dunne could accomplish in a day. His plan took form and as customers came to the bakery, they spread word of the uprising.

The sun set when a crowd formed in the city square to march on the keep. Dallan and Jarod mixed into the crowd, keeping their hoods and disguises up. Their numbers swelled as they neared Glendorf Keep.

As Dallan expected, guards swarmed outside the gates to face the marching crowd. Men stood atop the walls with bows in hand, yet there was no sign of the so-called king. Now we wait.

Sid loved using his skill to climb. It was the ultimate satisfaction, finding his way into somewhere he shouldn’t be able to go. He sat upon the wall separating the King of Dusseldorf and the starving people of Glendorf.

While he was wary of Dallan’s plan, seeing the crowd gathered out front brought a sense of comfort. Sid knew his part of the plan; he just had to sit and wait for the king to show up.

Right on cue, a group of men carrying the king’s banner marched out of the keep and towards the wall. Sid waited, making sure they found their way.

The crowd outside grew restless, shouting and pushing towards the gate. Dallan and Jarod were in the mix somewhere, waiting for the signal.

With a quick hop, Sid was running down the length of the wall, away from the gate. There were only a few guards as Sid snuck his way into the fort. He ducked around corners with precision. He found the king’s chambers locked securely.

Sid