Windfarer

By Shaun Jooste

Celenic Earth: A world of might, magic and mystical creatures

A shadow lurks over the earth, as foul creatures attack the villages. The leader of hurorcs and purorcs commands them to attack the southern tribes, and is captured. But Mercius, once known as the Windfarer, finally breaks free after years of imprisonment and sets his sight upon the Asbec College of Elements where an ancient power is rumoured to be hidden.

Shadowolf is in his last year of studies at the Azbec College of Elements when word of the escape spreads. Strange things happen and he becomes entwined in a world of mystery and murder, using the power of the elements to survive. And as war erupts, Shadowolf returns home and does everything in his ability to protect the five southern wolf tribes. For his effort he merely frustrates Mercius's plans, but significantly learns that Mercius is subservient to a dark lord; someone more powerful, known as Le'Mar.

Between the protection of his family, the loyalty of the Shadow Clan and the new-found love of his life, can he pull himself away to stop Mercius from reaching the potent power node? For neither the elves nor the dwarves can stop him should he gain the power he seeks. Even the dark lord seems troubled.

The Masaran Phenomenon approaches, and the "Prophecy of the Windfarer" is upon them.

***### REVIEWS AND PRAISE ###***

“Jooste’s imagination has depth of both scale and scope, with parallels between this imaginary world and the real world, characterised by an interesting contrast between the industrialised evil forces and the ‘natural’ forces of good...”

- Thomas Jeffery; NELM News 49, Dec 2008: National English Literary Museum of South Africa

“Fans of high fantasy such as Tolkien, Terry Brooks or David Eddings will be well pleased with Jooste’s first novels and foray into the popular genre...He is finding his rhythm and style, doing a great job of making the reader care for the hero and characters; these books will be in my rotation of heavily reread fantasy novels in my bookshelf.”

Ellen Hotchkiss; Feb 2009: Lecturer, Milledgeville, Georgia

“If you are looking for an epic, sweeping expanse fantasy book to read, then this is it. Congratulations to Shaun Jooste for entering the world of print in the fantasy genre with a tale that will be picked up again and again just so I can immerse myself into his richly described world that is Celenic Earth.”

C Melrose; Goodreads review; Jan 2016: Writer, Perth, Australia

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shaun Jooste
• Release date: Jan 18, 2017
• ISBN: 9780620679398

Shaun Jooste

https://about.me/shaunjooste~Author of the epic fantasy series, Celenic Earth Chronicles, the horror novel, Silent Hill: Betrayal and collaborative author for the fantasy game novel, Heroes of Antreya: The Journey Begins. (https://celenicearth.wordpress)~Screenwriter and member of the Writers Guild of South Africa. I specialise in feature films, with a main focus on horror, science fiction and fantasy.~Owner and Director of Celenic Earth Publications, which offers publishing and writing solutions for books, music, film, games and comics. (https://celenicearthpublications.wordpress.com)~Gamewriter for Antreya Studios for their upcoming epic fantasy MMORPG, Antreya Chronicles~Joint Owner with Andi hodgetts and gaming journalist for AIR Entertainment (https://airentertainment.biz)

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CONTENTS

PART ONE: ASBEC SCHOOL OF ELEMENTS

1. Shadow River

2. Meeting in Costen

3. The Great Hall

4.  Green Wolves

5.  The Lonesome Corpse

6.  The Fish in the Lake

7.  The King of Marsandil

8.  Blosom’s last petals

9.  Harmen Day’s violin

10. Unwelcome News

11. Remains of Shenama

12. A wise decision

CONTENTS

PART TWO: THE LAPIS PINS

1. Eldor’s Dungeons

2. The Fairiwell

3. Mysterious Meeting

4.  Hasner Inn

5.  Eldor’s Welcome

6.  The pins and the amulet

7.  Shedaaij’s distress

8.  The fall of Iceland

CONTENTS

PART THREE: THE POWER NODE

1. Allegiance of the Clans

2. Hand of the Orion

3. Eldor and Le’Mar

4. News from the Sea

5. The Windfarer and the Unicorn

6. Trimistus’s Treachery

7.  Masaran Phenomenon

8.  The Shadow Falls

Annexures

The Apostrophe (’) in pronouns and names

The Masaran Phenomenon

Glossary 1 – List of Characters

Glossary 2 – List of Creatures

For my wife and children, who put up with all my wayward writing moods, joys and frustrations….

Thanks for being there for me when I needed you most…

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PART ONE

ASBEC SCHOOL OF ELEMENTS

Shadow River

Chapter One

The Windfarer drifted upon the moonlit river, gently guided by the wind towards Carmel. Its green hull dipped into the gentle stream, in extreme contrast to the tension of those aboard its deck.

Nighthale Degron sat at the table, discussing landing preparations with his crew. Below deck in her night-cabin Karla lay on her bed, waited on by her midwives.

Just hold out until we arrive at Carmel, little one. Karla rubbed her huge belly, responding to the movement from within her womb.

Is everything alright, my lady? Chrisjin asked. Karla simply replied with a nod. The Masaran Feast was due to start in the morning, with the baby within the following few days.

What a pleasure, Karla thought to herself. I will give birth within the ancient city, perhaps even on the feast itself; if the hurorc don’t find us first.

Nighthale moved the lengthy hair out of his sight, and continued in his deliberation of the morning’s details. At that moment, Justin-ti stepped into the general’s cabin.

Norm. My shift is done. I’m going for my nightcap.

One second, Justin, Nighthale interrupted. Any news?

No, Justin replied as Norm left. No sign of those foul hurorc. We should reach Carmel upon daybreak. None too soon, I might add.

Which you did, Nighthale said with a smile. Enjoy your rest, thank you.

Nighthale sat for a moment and thought on the hurorc. He remembered a time not too long ago when such creatures never existed. They were unearthly beasts wearing course steel armour and cold iron weapons.

The people of Celenic Earth only used the natural, wooden staffs or quarterstaffs, enhanced by the elements of wind, water, earth or fire. The other option was pure magic, which was highly lethal and very dangerous unless fully mastered.

I’m going to take a moment upon the deck, Nighthale said to the gathering. As he rose to leave, Sinor stood with him, blond hair bristling across his dark green eyes. Placides, Melnor and Selman followed suit.

Use this opportunity to relax, men, Nighthale addressed them, Save your energy, for it might be needed later.

The deck was cold, yet dry. The night breeze had a definite chill, and the moon glowed in its waning state. Nighthale thought back to when their fathers founded Avalion.

The hurorc had waged a fierce battle against them. Had the Saphin tribe not arrived and assisted in the battle, they would have lost their clan name Degron a long time ago.

He recalled that the leader of the hurorc was a human. Captured after the battle, the leader was imprisoned in Eldor’s Crest. The hills of Eldor contained beneath its soil the dungeons, protected by the elements and the Carners.

The Carners were terrible beings to contend with. A Carner’s body consisted of a single eye the size of a man’s body from head to toe. It had one stem beneath the eye from which protruded four upper arms and four legs.

These ligaments were only in great effect, though, once it landed on the ground from its hovering space in the air above. On the earth, it would speed on all eights like a large arachnid.

Nighthale, Sinor approached from behind, making Nighthale jump slightly. We are reaching the junction of the Little Light and the River of Light.

Sinor’s hair seemed to have changed from blond to black, a trait natural to Sinor’s clan. His eyes shone a void dark.

Good. We should reach Carmel long before daybreak.

Nighthale cursed himself silently for becoming so quickly immersed in his thoughts. Almost as if to punish him for his lack of awareness, Nighthale sensed evil stir in the wind.

Sinor…

I know. I’ll alarm the men. Sinor went below deck. Nighthale had hoped the hurorc would not have moved so far south, but the conflict seemed unavoidable. Soon he heard footsteps behind him, and he knew his men were prepared to defend the ship and its treasure.

At that instant, Nighthale caught a glimpse of a vague glow within the shadow of the forest on the west embankment of the River of Light.

Steady as she goes, Nighthale whispered. He stirred the wind with his mind from the already chill breeze in anticipation.

The Windfarer turned north once it reached the River of Light. When it was on its new route, a ball of fire arced into the sky.

Nighthale summoned a mild wind, strong enough to subdue the fire. As the flame died, he realised his mistake. Out of the centre of the dying flame, a ball of iron continued to soar towards the ship.

Placides immediately constructed a psychic shield around the Windfarer. Nighthale watched as the iron ball went through the effervescent shield and hit the hull of the ship at the bow.

What happened? Nighthale shouted. The waves started rolling and shoving the ship. A typhoon was born upon the shore and headed the Windfarer’s way. Melnor?

It’s not me, Melnor responded while holding onto the starboard ledge of the deck. I can’t control it, nor stop it!

We’re slowly sinking, Night. Sinor reported. I can only hold us up for so long.

Abandon ship. Take the boat as close to the shore as the rocks permit and before that storm hits us. Get ready for battle.Nighthale turned to his crew. And protect the family with everything we’ve got.

The Windfarer finally halted against the shore, finding a shallow entry with no rocks. They disembarked, and watched with fear into the misty depths of the forest before them.

Nighthale hugged Karla around the shoulders. The rest of the crew formed a surrounding barrier. The typhoon rushed in a blazing glory for the ship and tore the timber into shreds. Nighthale watched as his family heritage was ripped apart, from element to timber.

Here they come, Sinor pointed out.

The hurorc were rushing to the foremost trees and lined up, archers at the ready.

Hold on, Melnor whispered. Nighthale’s crew created shields about themselves, the women and children. Melnor raised his eyes to the heavens and his arms arced in crescents, fingers clawed. Energy cracked in the air, the water receding behind him.

The hurorc bellowed a war cry and the archers lifted their bows. Placides’s eyes turned red as he spoke:

"Kar ma nellus, ret fir et bo na."

The archers released their arrows. As they soared into the dimly lit night sky, they met an onslaught of fire. The timber and steel dropped harmlessly to the forest leaves on the ground.

Melnor? Karla called softly.

Almost. The ship’s remaining wooden logs had been drifting on the shoreline, but were being pulled deeper back as the tide started to rise and swell. The archers notched more arrows. This time, the shafts were made of pure steel.

Now Melnor! Nighthale exclaimed. NOW!

Melnor screamed as he released the towering water that built up behind him. The water crashed upon the shore with a terffic tsunamical force. It washed past the crew, protected by their shields, and rushed straight towards the enemy. Nighthale clung tightly to his wife and their precious cargo in her womb as the noise nearly deafened them.

The water subsided. Hurorc archers lay drowned at the feet of the trees, but further back there was more movement. Hurorc were approaching with spears.

Nighthale turned to Melnor and saw that he could barely stand from the energy he had spent.

Melnor, I need you to stay with us! Nighthale then turned to the men. Charge!

The hurorc acknowledged Nighthale’s challenge as the humans ran towards them, power surging and sparking over the skin of their bodies. Letting lose shrill cries, the beasts stormed to meet them.

Placides torched as many of them as confronted him, exchanging between blows of fist and fire. Nighthale used the wind to scatter the lines and hurl some of them into the nearby rocks. He made cyclones to hold them while his men used their own wooden bows and staffs to kill them.

As the hurorc army proceeded to run towards them in ceaseless, unorganised chaos, Karla let out a cry as she collapsed to the floor.

The baby, Night! a mid-wife shouted as Nighthale turned to them, It’s coming. Nighthale left the din of the battle to join Karla.

Quickly, this way! Selmon called. From the earth he summoned two black horses with dark eyes. Karla and Nighthale mounted the one, while Selmon and the mid-wife mounted the other.

Keep them at bay! Nighthale called to his men. I will return.

Just go! Sinor retorted, as his magic cast lightning orbs into a group of hurorc. His eyes seemed to be swallowing any light around it, causing the forest to grow darker. The hurorc started muttering in uncertainty.

The horses raced southwest. The sunrise began to reveal some light upon the horizon, but Sinor fed on it and keep the darkness around them.

Nighthale, Karla spoke into his ear, I can’t hold much longer. Please put me down. The horses stopped. As the three dismounted, the phantom horses returned to the earth.

Lay here, Nighthale indicated to the dry ground. Her forehead was sweating profusely. Just breathe.

Selman raised a tuft of grass on a small mound to serve as a pillow for her head. Then, she screamed.

Breathe! Nighthale exhaled hoarsely. Come on, you can do this!

Within moments the baby’s head protruded, and he cried.

It’s a boy, Nighthale proclaimed as Karla relaxed against the bulk-soil. It’s a boy, he repeated as Karla laughed and cried simultaneously.

You are born in the time of shadows, my son, Nighthale stared into the boy’s eyes. Shadowolf Degron. Karla? He turned to her.

Yes, she sighed. Shadowolf. That will be his name.

Nighthale! Sinor ran up the hill towards the company, followed by Placides and Melnor. We can’t hold them. Those machines with the steel balls of fire are outnumbering us. A platoon of two hundred hurorc and six machines are approaching.

Set the defence, he replied, handing Shadowolf to Karla. Defend Shadowolf and his mother. This is for them.

The men’s eyes shone with pride as the hurorc army became visible upon the hill’s crest. The company stood around Karla and Shadowolf. Each of them started summoning the element akin to them.

Nighthale brought the cold winds of the high atmosphere. Placides awakened the deep fires beneath the ground. Melnor streamed water from the shores of the River of Light and through the pores of the sand and the damp moisture held within. Selman stirred the plates of the earth. Sinor raised himself above the rest, static collecting around him from the gathering, ominous storm clouds.

The hurorc shrilled once more their war cry, sounding like the evil of T’Mar’s Scourge, the dark waterfalls of the north.

The machines were the first to let loose their steel balls and the remaining archers released their arrows. The footmen charged. From the group around Shadowolf, ultimate power was released.

Through the line of the spearmen, a crevasse split open and they fell to a spiked death. Out of this opening, larva burnt to the surface and gushed out to greet the archers with tongues of liquid and flame.

The fires were borne upon the wind to the machines, setting the timber alight. Cyclones tore through the army, tossing them carelessly into the opening ravine of molten liquid.

Floods of water now rushed to assuage the fires and drown the remnant footmen that were not being electrified by the lightning that soared down from the highest heavens.

When they were satisfied with their work, the company closed their eyes to the blinding sight and calmed their spirits. As the last remaining order was restored and the wasted land was bare before them, they opened their eyes again. Scores of dead hurorc, those that had not been swallowed by the gaping ravine, lay smouldering on the burnt earth. Their bodies emitted mists of smoke as the retreating water touched their carcasses one last time.

The land had changed drastically. They were now on an island surrounded by the flood water that refused to recede further. The ravine had cracked the plates and separated them from the mainland. There was now a river running from the moat waters around the island to the River of Light. The expanse of the lake to the west of the island was tremendous, and as the sun began to rise, they strained their eyes to see the west embankment of the lake. The east embankment could be landed on by lightly jumping over the newborn river.

Karla? Nighthale awoke her.

Shado? She barely murmured. Is he alright?

They looked upon their son. Around Shadowolf the grass had gone yellow and flat. The baby looked at them quizzically and then proceeded to cry.

He’s going to be fine, Nighthale smiled. I think I shall name the river Shadow River. You were both born during these times on such a morn as this, where the sun will burn soon for three days across our sky in honour of you, my son.

We’re not staying, Karla retorted, knowing Nighthale’s capacity for sentimentality and not considering the situation any different.

I know, Nighthale replied, still staring at his son. I know.

***

Baron Maren-Ti sat at his long dinner table, resting his weary head upon the side of his fist. He fiddled the pasta on his plate with his fork, hardly paying any attention to the wavering flames of the wall-adorning candles and torches. A chill wind blew in from the high rafters as a shadow passed over the gap between the large, oak doors that served as the main entrance into the family dining room.

Still up, my lord? the deep voice, characteristic of a dwarf, sweeped across the table to the baron. Concern was etched in his tone as he walked along the table and took a seat beside Maren-Ti.

I managed to find some noodles still left from this night’s supper, Maren-Ti responded, looking the Dwarf King in the eyes. He chuckled. I usually just give these to the dogs, but my stomach was rumbling, and I felt like a midnight snack.

You still worry over the baroness?

Yes, but I know the birth will be fine. I have other concerns.

Maren-Ti arose from his seat and walked over to the windows, looking down the three storeys to the villages below. The moon Sothos cast a still glow over it as if wrapping them all in her shielding sheen.

Tomorrow starts the Masaran Festival in Carmel, observed Maren-Ti in his broodings. Will you go down with us to celebrate the beginning of the sun’s three-day journey across our skies, or will you be heading straight for your homes in the mountains?

I will hardly believe that you really worry over my comings and goings, but to answer politely, the dwarf smiled beneath his beard, after leaving Jin-Tai in the morning, I will head back to my dark caves, for there one of my distant cousins will arrive to celebrate the feast with us.

Ah, Gallon, Maren-Ti turned to face his good friend. The dwarf was wrapped in his makeshift tunic, with his crude hair tied haphazardly to keep it out of his eyes. Would that I could come with you to visit your caves, but I can barely risk my child being born at that time. I worry. What will happy to this Vale of Tigers?

It will prosper as always, replied Gallon, searching in his nearest vicinity for a jug of ale.

I have always kept the Heart of Tigers walled within the Jin-Tai sanctuary, defending it from any wrong hands, Maren-Ti said, turning back to the window ledge. A candle crackled above his head. And your dwarf wardens have done well to keep watch. But what will I do with another precious gem in the world? How will I protect both of them? I cannot watch over them like a hawk.

You’ve kept your title well in these last ten years. No fault in your duty. Except maybe that one little missy you wanted to elope with in your beginning years.

Oh yes! Maren-Ti laughed. When I was bereft of all knowledge of baronhood, and was taught oh-so-kindly the technique of politics.

And we all watched you fall in love with your lovely wife.

And forgot I ever wanted to run away in the first place. I must say, I think I am the only Baron in the Vale’s history to have loved an arranged wife.

Yet, how can you not love her? a sweet voice entered the room, and Gallon jumped up in surprise and courtesy as he realised it was the baroness.

Oh, Larnesia, Maren-ti moved to grab her arm. Her mangled blond hair fell over her shoulders, and her stomach protruded as a hump from her white night robe. She glistened with sweat as the baron moved a seat out for her. What are you doing out of bed?

You try sleeping with voices carrying down the corridors. Larnesia smiled.

I’m sorry. I never realised…

It’s ok, my love, Larnesia motioned for a kiss. Gallon looked away gracefully. I was wondering why my man wasn’t in bed yet.

Just worrying about our future.

And I was about to propose something, Gallon cut in suddenly. Maren-Ti looked at Gallon in surprise. We dwarves have mastered some strength in our forging, and I was pondering getting some men together after the feast and building a fortified wall along the perimeter of the Vale.

I take it this is for our child that you worry so? Larnesia look at her husband in sympathy.

Yes. These hurorc are a constant pestilence lately, and I was trying to come up with a way to defend our small village.

My lord, Larnesia replied, This is anything but a meagre village. I challenge any to try and enter this Vale and not be skewered by our dwarf wardens, or Tiger Hunters and Empresses. Maren-Ti cringed at the thought. But, I think Gallon’s offer is a good one, one we should accept.

You see, Gallon, Maren-Ti smiled as he leaned to kiss her again. Even when she is tired and overburdened, she doesn’t hesitate to offer her advice.

Gallon suddenly felt nervous with the affection in the atmosphere. Please excuse me, my lord. By your leave I think I shall get some rest for the morrow’s departure.

By and by, please do my dear sir, Maren-Ti teased as Gallon left the room.

He is a nervous one, isn’t he? Larnesia asked once he was gone.

Well, I think you just have that effect on men in general, or in his case, master dwarves.

Are you going to finish your meal, or shall we make for bed? Larnesia asked as she stood up.

"I’ll take the bowl to the kitchen. Retire so long, I won’t be a moment.

He walked to the kitchen and placed the bowl in the washer’s basin. Returning, he stopped by the window to blow out the candles and kill the torches with the wall stoppers.

Maren-Ti looked out the window again and stared in awe at the moon. Sothos glowed a splendid green that night, and he smiled as the effect of it sunk in.

In the cold of the night a wolf suddenly howled, followed by a chorus of wolves and tigers. The valley shivered, and a cloud of colour shifted in the air before the window. Maren-Ti fell to his knees as he stumbled. The wind howled, and ripped past the open panes. The baron clutched his heart as a cardiac muscle twitched and then ached.

As the night stilled and Maren-Ti knelt breathing hoarsely, he realised it was over. He felt his chest and massaged the muscle. Standing up, he could sense the air had a certain expectant tension in it. Something terribly powerful had happened upon the land. Either that or his old, faithful heart problems had awoken again after all the years.

Maren? Larnesia called from the doors. Are you alright?

Yes, yes, Larna, I’m fine. Let’s go to bed.

As Maren-Ti left the window, a dragon raced over the Vale away to the west.

Meeting at Costen

Chapter Two

The fields always grew greener towards the southwest of Avalion. Shadowolf looked behind him at the river Mars’Nar. His steed Lancenat had at first hesitated before the crossing, but when seeing Shadowolf’s family and friends crossing the river it drew courage from the air and moved on.

Shadowolf always laughed at the idea of a horse with an ego. Lancenat, meaning Milken Steed and so named due to its pure white coat, was only three years old. Shadowolf still remembered the white foal kicking out of its mother at birth. Shadowolf had been seventeen then and it was a thing he could hardly forget.

Beside him walked Nelnarmun, his trusty wolf. Five years of age and sturdy in legs, Nelnar’s back was black, its lower body and legs a shade of grey. The male’s height was full, and so its head reached just above Lancenat’s knees. A toddler could ride on Nelnar’s back, although it would be hard to convince the wolf to allow that.

Shadowolf moved closer to his father as the remote land ahead revealed the deep valley of Costen. Nighthale had been putting off seeing his relatives for some time. If it hadn’t been for Karla blatantly accusing Nighthale of being stubborn and utterly rude, the wait would in all probability have been prolonged if not ceased altogether.

Shadowolf was getting impatient. His childhood playmate would be home this season. Darcwulf was as a brother to him, and more: he was everything he knew, loved and trusted. Although Darcwulf’s origin was as yet unknown, having been found as a child before Shadowolf’s parents’ door, they knew everything about each other.

A day’s ride yet, Shado, until we reach the wooden gates of Costen, Nighthale said in reply to Shadowolf’s presence. Then through the open valley mouth into the heart of the city. Let’s hope your aunt has our stables and rooms prepared for us this time.

I don’t doubt she will have, Shadowolf replied with a grin. I think she’s waited long enough in anticipation.

Please don’t remind me; and not so loud with your mother around here somewhere. I have enough of a headache as it is. Shadowolf burst out with laughter. Let’s set camp. In the morning we shall set forth again.

We’re making good time, Shadowolf said as they dismounted with the rest of the caravan.

You can’t wait to see you aunt’s neighbour again, Nighthale teased. Shadowolf blushed, remembering Nataly’s infatuation with him from the past summer. She had a fair complexion and her green eyes complimented her blond hair. Shadowolf was not into the business of courting as yet, as he kept telling himself and Nataly. She would have to wait.

Nighthale! Aunt Listren announced across the courtyard from her porch. Costen had many paths which converged upon one another by means of many courtyards. The roads were merely pebbles of rocks, upon which the clop of the horses’ hooves were loud. Around each circular courtyard, there stood the homes of the folk of Costen. And down the roads stood a variety of taverns, shops and rented rooms.

  Shadowolf’s joy at being in Costen suddenly changed to anxiety as he realised Nataly was sitting beside Aunt Listren’s now vacant seat. Nataly was a few weeks older than he. As Lancenat trotted closer to the small wooden fences, Shadowolf’s heart increased its tempo.

They all seated themselves at the rectangular table once the horses had been stabled, their luggage stored and Nelnar fed. Supper was served.

So, Shado, how are your studies at Asbec College? Nataly broke the silence.

Well, next year will be my final term; hopefully fruitful. Shadowolf had no idea what it was he was trying to say. The ice between him and Nataly was so visible that it felt like his breath would soon turn into white vapour.

Nataly has finally gotten herself a wonderful man, Aunt Listren announced with intent. Shadowolf almost choked on his cider. Eric, isn’t it dear?

Nataly looked at her neighbour with palpable ire, knowing her game was over. Shadowolf laughed as the nervousness escaped him. He looked back at a lethal stare from Nataly.

"This haungus bread is really good, Aunt Listren. Superb," Shadowolf said and continued to empty his plate.

For a moment he felt relieved. Still staring into his plate, stars swam before his eyes. Suddenly, his skin felt warm and the voices in the room seemed to drown him in endless whispers. Shaking his head, he returned to the present.

You alright, son? Nighthale leaned over.

Yes, fine. Just exhausted from the journey, that’s all.

As the night drew to a close, Shadowolf walked onto the upper storey veranda. The heavens were in full bloom. On the deep horizon, he could see the ancient forest of the elves peeping over the mountain tops. The magical forest was many days travel north, hidden behind the mountain range that was so large it was easily visible even from the furthest beaches. Shadowolf let the breeze caress his face, linger on his ears and travel down his warm body. He sensed Nataly’s presence behind him.

So…; this is what the elusive wolf does on his night out in the wild, she said to him, stepping beside him at the wooden railing. She took off her sandals, letting her feet sink into the soft grass that grew on the balcony. It’s been a while.

Only a year, Shadowolf replied, continuing to look into the distance, perhaps for a source of strength.

Time seems to escape even you. Shadowolf turned to her with a frown. A year passes for you like a moment. For me, on the other hand, it passes as a lifetime.

Life cannot be that difficult, I hope, Shadowolf said. After all…

Yes, Eric, Nataly read his mind, as she interrupted him. He’s not you, Shado. We grew up together. We’ve spent hourly nights upon this same spot, speaking of …. Well, about rubbish mostly. Eric and I, well I only met him a fortnight ago. Not much to go on.

Nataly, give him time. I…

I know, I know. You don’t want to be with me, Nataly said, looking up at the dark sky as her eyes turned wet.

I never said that, Shadowolf retorted softly, walking behind her to hold her around the waist and whisper in her ear. It’s just not what I want right now. I have so much to do at the school. I will never see you, except during these holidays, which is but twice a year.

And for those two times, Nataly rotated in his arms to face him, I would live to be with you; to be loved by you. Without warning, she kissed him and caressed his face gently with her fingers.

Shadowolf closed his eyes and returned the kiss. Slowly, Nataly completed the kiss and looked into his eyes. Shadowolf shifted his gaze.

Eric…

Forget Eric, Shado! Look at me, Nataly turned his face to her.

No. I mean, is that Eric at your door? Shadowolf pointed, and Nataly gasped as she saw him speaking to her mother.

She fled the veranda. Shadowolf looked back at Eric and, after a moment of conversation, Eric looked up and saw Shadowolf. Shadowolf barely managed a smile in greeting.

Nataly’s presence was made visible as Eric curved his gaze towards Aunt Listren’s wooden gates. As Nataly reached the porch, her mom pointed towards her bare feet. Shadowolf realised her sandals were still with him. When he returned his observation to the scene below, they had all gone inside.

Listen carefully, Nelnar, Shadowolf whispered to his wolf. His family had gone to sleep early due to exhaustion. He covered his neck with his scarf as he bent down to eye-level with Nelnar, pulling the hood of his jacket over his head.

I’ll be back in the day. I’ve left a note at my side table, so there shouldn’t be a problem or fuss when dad finds the bed empty. Nelnar bent its ear to Shadowolf’s fingertips as a plea to be scratched. Shadowolf complied.

Stay here with dad, let him know when you are hungry and such, alright? I’ll be back to fetch you at the soonest. Taking his staff, Shadowolf walked to the veranda.

The wind was chill and the trees in the yard rustled. One of the doors opposite in the courtyard whined on its hinges. Shadowolf jumped on the oak balustrade of the veranda, soared through the air and caught a thick branch of the tree with his left hand.

He swung to a lower branch, caught the end of his staff on it with his right hand and landed a branch level with him under his knees.

As he hung upside down for a moment he thought on how difficult it had been to breach the distance when he was younger. Letting go of the branch, he turned midair and landed on his feet.

The tavern of the Two Toads was abustle with the usual canter, laughter and shouting. Shadowolf drew his hood from his head. He knew the men at the door would give him a hard time if he approached with his face concealed.

The door had its usual green glow with a signpost above it with two frogs dancing merrily, the left hand in the right of the other.

Ah, what do we have here? The burlier of the two guards asked. A wayfarer? Wait, an old man with a stick? Maybe a conjurer of sorts?!?

Quick! Hide thy purses! the other man cut in. Each wore a grey shirt covered by a fur waistcoat.

Forlando and Pornibus, Shadowolf smiled. Ever the jesters. How does the fair moon Sothos treat ye tonight?

Fair enough, fair enough young master. I take it you wish to see Darcwulf tonight? Pornibus enquired with raised eyebrows.

Was there ever a better reason?

Questions upon questions. Well, maybe it could be one of the maidens lingering at his side tonight, Forlando replied, opening the oval door.

Maybe so, but what would make that different from every other night? But, tell me, how many tonight?

Just friends, he says. A man, two women. Hah! The seeds be flowering this morn. Forlando’s eyes glinted wickedly, his thoughts a reflection within them.

Shadowolf entered the dimly lit tavern. His hair bristled on his shoulders as the ceiling fans swirled the thick, humid air. It had a musty smell, and he felt a vague sense of nostalgia.

Oi! Shadowolf Degron! Shadowolf smiled broadly at the sound of the voice. He turned to find Darcwulf approaching from seats situated in the far corner.

Ah, Darcwulf. Too long, too long, he said as they embraced each other.

It’s only been a year, Darcwulf replied. A year too long, my brother. Come join us for some ale and bread.

Shadowolf followed the shorter Darcwulf to the gathering at the end of the tavern. The bar counter was filled with some familiar faces.

Tacent, son of Darna Saphin, was there with his fellow cronies. Darna Saphin was the son of the Lord of Costen, Malkius. He was heir-apparent to the lordship, and brother to Claire, the fairest maiden in Costen.

Shadowolf had never seen Claire, but the tales of her beauty kept him enthralled. Darcwulf once told him about a rumour where she had walked down the path of the river of Great Light, and the elves of the ancient forest gathered to watch the sun glint off her skin. Some imagined her kin of the elves.

At the tables in their corner sat three women and two men. The one woman caught Shadowolf’s eye. She had blond hair and a fair complexion. Not wanting to draw attention to his staring, he looked at the others.

Everyone, this is Shadowolf, Darcwulf said, grinning from ear to ear. Shado, this is everyone. The group of friends laughed.

They all introduced themselves individually. There was Sny-Ten, wearing a great-mane fur shoulder-coat. He had broad shoulders and Shadowolf was sure Sny was taller than him by mere bulk of muscle. Slung across his back was a double-edged axe. It was no ordinary axe, Shadowolf thought as he recalled his studies.

Axe-horn. From the northern mountains of the dwarves, Shadowolf mused out loud.

Ah, Sny-Ten replied in a gruff voice, his mouth barely discernable beneath his rough beard. You know your axes.

I would ask if you’ve met dwarves, but that axe seems quite large. Too large for dwarf hands.

Yes, I’ve met them. This was a gift from them. But that is another story, Sny-Ten returned to his drink.

And before he gets started with it, I am Lastgorn. Lastgorn was the same height as Sny-Ten, but not the same brawn. A sword was strapped across the back of his shoulders.

The tell-tale wooden handle gleamed blue. The wood was the only way, as men had learnt over time, that they could handle metal weapons. Most still preferred the bows and staff to the iron of axes and swords though.

The sword was a falchion, a curved blade that arced in semi-circle along its edge to the tip of the sword which then curved back to another sharp tooth before returning to the handle.

The blade itself was wider than a man’s arm, but thinner than a finger. At the back of the blade, where it cut into the handle, gold crusts inlaid with sapphire studs were infused on the blade.

And these ladies are Gwyn, Skywolf and Angelicus. As Shadowolf proceeded to shake each of their hands in greeting, he momentarily hesitated at Skywolf.

Skywolf? Which clan is that? Shadowolf asked.

Saphin. She replied, blushing at being addressed personally.

Saphin? Shadowolf looked back at Tacent who was now standing at the bar counter. Family?

Unfortunately, Skywolf replied.

Shadowolf thought back on the history of the Degron tribe. When the hurorc first attacked on the open plains, the Degron clan was laid under siege. It was the Saphin clan who had spied them travelling on the shores of the Great Light and sent reinforcements. Upon victory that day, a military alliance was formed between the two clans.

Ok, you guys can all get acquainted as the night passes by. First, a round of drinks! Darcwulf shouted to a serving boy.

The night went by pleasantly with Shadowolf spending more time speaking to Skywolf than anyone else, although he tried not to make it obvious. Crowds entered and left the tavern, the moon left the horizon and Creotos made its appearance and lit the land with sunlight.

I really need some sleep now, Shadowolf said to the company. I didn’t really get much since I arrived.

And a shower, Gwyn replied smartly. Shadowolf slapped her jovially on the arm and Skywolf seemed to stir at the contact and smiled pretentiously. I better go too, before my parents accuse me of a night wenching with men.’

Well, Gwyn, Lastgorn laughed, They wouldn’t be too far off. As she smiled at him in open mouth astonishment, he lifted her from her seat onto his shoulders and laughed raucously.

Put me down, you oaf! Gwyn shouted.

Let’s go, Shadowolf said between chuckles. The gang slowly rose. As they passed the bar, Darcwulf greeted the barman, Teov. A solitary man sat at the bar, head slumped on his arms. A few men sat at a single round table.

Let’s take a walk to the stream, Skywolf suggested. Shadowolf looked up at Creotos.

No. It will take too long. I promised I’d be back by noon. Shadowolf replied. Tomorrow I’ll be heading back home. Why don’t we ride out together until the Mars’Nar?

Or, we can go tell your parents where we are headed and go to the stream, Darcwulf walked up to Shadowolf, placing his hands on Shadowolf’s shoulders. How long will it be till I see you again? We need to sober up anyhow.

Alright. You win. You guys go refresh and I’ll go tell my dad and meet you there.

No, no. We’ll get you at our aunt’s house. Just in case you change your mind, Darcwulf interrupted.

See you then, Shadowolf agreed, taking one last look at Skywolf in greeting.

Shado… Nighthale entered Shadowolf’s room. News from home.

Shadowolf looked up from collecting his staff and calling Nelnar.

Remember those dungeons east of our village? The ones with the Carners?

Yes. Eldor’s Crest, Shadowolf replied. The one with Mercius and his followers.

Mercius had been the leader of a hurorc attack. He had been captured and imprisoned in the dungeons. Shadowolf remembered that the Degron and Saphin men were set as guards to watch the prisoners, with fierce Carners serving as the extra protection. The hill itself was just west of the Mars’Nar River.

Mercius has escaped. Nighthale watched Shadowolf’s expression change.

When? How? Shadowolf asked, surprising his father with his sudden calm.

This morn. The guards were found dead. There was a hole in his cell. No clue as to his escape. Look, Shado… Nighthale walked over to Shadowolf and placed his hands on Shadowolf’s shoulders.

The reason I am telling you this…We are far from home. I just want you to be careful out there today.

Shadowolf looked down and then back into his father’s eyes, smiling.

I’ll be fine, Shadowolf replied. Nighthale narrowed his eyes.

I know that tone. Don’t think you can play the hero. If you need help, send Nelnar.

Shadowolf reached for his pack, whistled for Nelnar to follow and brushed past his father too the door.

Not a problem, Shadowolf ended and left the room.

I hope so, Nighthale said, walking to the window and there seeing three companions waiting in the courtyard for his son.

One of the girls brightened up the instant Shadowolf left the house. For a moment, he feared for his son’s protection.

The ominous words of his father left Shadowolf walking with his companions passed the hill with care. The stream was a quiet area with a few trees providing some shade. The leaves on the trees were a subtle orange and the breeze played melody through them like a rake through paper strewn carelessly in a courtyard. He sat down on a dry spot at the beginning of the beach sand and laid his back and head on the grass. He closed his eyes, feeling the wind play through his hair and touching his cheeks. The sun danced through the branches overhead onto his eyelids, creating a kaleidoscope of red, orange and a tinge of blue.

Where do you go? Skywolf said as she placed herself next to his right side. He opened his eyes to look at her and then returned to his meditative position.

What do you mean? He replied

When you close your eyes like that. It looks like you go far away. To someone… Shadowolf frowned at the incomplete sentence.

I don’t have someone back home, that I can assure you. He felt the tension rise in him for a moment as if something was expected of him.

Shado doesn’t like girls, you see, Darcwulf joked, and with that said, ran in his undergarments to the rivulet and proceeded to splash everyone else with his entrance.

Speaking of girls, where are the other three? Shadowolf asked Darcwulf, who was bobbing in and out of the water. He realised he hadn’t noticed their absence at Aunt Listren’s house.

I don’t think Sny and Lastgorn would appreciate that, Angelicus answered, appearing behind them from the brush in her swimsuit. Shadowolf, about to look at her, was distracted from a noise across the stream on the far bank. Nelnar had discovered some treat hidden in a burrow.  Gwyn decided she needed some sleep. As for the boys, they just popped off to their house for some supplies.

Oh, so the appetite groans. Mind you, we didn’t really have anything to eat today, did we? Skywolf said, as she laid her back on the grass.

We could always ask Nelnar for some, couldn’t we? Darcwulf replied. Shadowolf started to answer when a shadow passed over his eyes and cold water dripped on his legs. He jumped up from his back and hissed at the cold.

You little… Shadowolf smiled at Darcwulf.

C’mon, what you going to do? Darcwulf retreated to the water’s edge. Shadowolf leaped to his feet, ran towards Darcwulf and grabbed Darcwulf around the waist, lifting him up. Both of them landed in the water. The girls laughed in applause.

Angelicus, what did Darcwulf mean by Shado not liking girls? Sky asked during the boys’ furious splashing at each other.

Shado just never got hitched up. It’s not that he doesn’t like them. I just don’t think he’s ready yet. Or at least, that’s what I can make out from what Darcwulf has told me about him. But give him time to get to know one, to get to know you, and I’m sure it will work out, Angelicus replied with an all-knowing look in her eyes. All he needs right now is his friends.

Skywolf looked over to Shadowolf walking over on the opposite bank. He bent to whisper to Nelnar inspecting its catch of the day; wild hare. He patted Nelnar once on the head and returned to the pool. Nelnar disappeared into the thick of the bushes.

For a second, I wish I was the wolf more than his friend, Skywolf said, turning to Angelicus.

Nelnar has been there for five years of his life, Angelicus answered. You have only been there for one night. Patience. With that said, Angelicus raised herself from the ground and went to swim. Sky removed her outer garments, revealing her suit beneath, and dived in.

Dark eyes beat to the pulse of its own mad vein. Hands enclosed in steel gloves reached around the bark of the tree, feeling nothing. No tenderness within. It listened to the thrum of the water, to the jeering of the human voices. Its blood grew warm from the noise, its feet anticipating the run, the hunt for man-flesh. This was all it knew. It grasped its steel blade. It used to be a woman once. It used to know love once. It turned around to see its partners, black and red skin burnt on their faces. Mopped hair fell carelessly over their cheeks. This is all it knew, how to kill. Their master taught them how. Their master would reward them once this task was complete.

Yes, the task: to bring him more victims for his army. It didn’t want anyone else to feel the pain but the reward of being human once more far outweighed the consequences. Being a hurorc…no, it refused to think of it. She refused to think of it. Only the task was at hand. Kill more humans. Bring their bodies. At least she wasn’t one of those foul beasts the master was bringing up from the ashes of the mountains. What did master call it? Their salvation? The Mar’nemarsh. The dark of the darkness.

One of the humans left the river. It signalled to its followers for the attack. It gave out a scream, a war cry, and left the shelter of the tree. An axe lobbed off the hurorc leader’s head in greeting…

Darcwulf! We have company! Sny-Ten called out above the noise in the stream. Shadowolf looked up from the water and saw Skywolf on the ground at the feet of Sny-Ten. Her face was pale from panic. Sky, move back to the safety of the water!

Skywolf turned her head to Sny in reply. She rose and rushed to the water just as Shadowolf and Darcwulf were running out for their weapons. Both got their staffs in hand and moved passed Sny-Ten as he was wrestling with a