The Grey Isle Tale
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Prince Janos of House Ulian is having a rough day. No, scratch that - a rough life. So when the watch tower he is inspecting begins exploding all around him, Janos soldiers on like usual. Race through the countryside of the island empire of Rumenjia, as one unlucky Prince, along with a stubborn local watch captain join forces with staunch Generals and legendary Wizards to confront the greatest (and potentially last) threat their country has ever faced: their own inner darkness.
The Grey Isle Tale chronicles the last breath of a crumbling empire. Adrift upon its own momentous tides of conspiracy and hate, something even more sinister lurks beneath the nation’s waves. The Grey Isle Tale is the sort of story which flows from hair-raising novel to epic northern legend. The Grey Isle tale tells the story of a nation on the brink, and how even the smallest gestures can tip the balance between good and evil. Within, experience tremors of horrific casualness matched against the indestructible bonds of friendship and kindness.
Ryan P Freeman
Ryan was born in Portland, Oregon on February 24th, 1988. She's the (upper) middle child out of four (three sisters – how she survived them is a secret). Currently, she has family scattered all over the western states.Ryan was always a big reader growing up. Ever since her second-grade teacher, Mrs. Yorth spent extra time after school helping her learn how to read, she's been devouring books (so to speak). Growing up in Oregon meant plenty of time for reading since there’s about 7.3 fully sunny days per year there.To this day, she loves the smell of rain, the rumble of storms, and the scent of pine forests. Her favorite stories growing up were old tales with Robin Hood and King Arthur - along with a ginormous rambling list of other myths, legends, and fantasy works.Ryan graduated from high school in 2006 and first attended Central Christian College of the Bible in Missouri, where she met her wife and began writing what would later become Rienspel. Then, by happy coincidence, since they were both already planning on it anyway, they transferred to Hannibal LaGrange College (now University). In 2010, Ryan graduated with a B.S. in Communication Arts.Stephanie Lynn Worcester (aka ‘Steph’ aka ‘Stephalughagi’) and Ryan were married just after graduation. Still writing, she started working in talk radio out of Albuquerque. Later, Ryan and her wife moved back to Hannibal, MO in 2011 where she eventually worked in marketing for an area non-profit, was offered a job as a pastor, joined the St Louis Writers Guild, and founded the Hannibal Writers Guild.She began publishing her fantasy works in 2016. As of June 2018, she is represented by Patty Carothers of Metamorphosis Literary Agency. Ryan lives with her wife in an old Victorian about 300 yards from the Mississippi River.
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The Grey Isle Tale - Ryan P Freeman
The Grey Isle Tale
By Ryan P. Freeman
© 2017 by Ryan P. Freeman
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Dedication
The Grey Isle Tale is dedicated to the refugees of the world – past, current, and future; and also to my friend, Jennie Kelly.
Preface
The Grey Isle is a place, secluded from the very world upon which it floats. At its center stands Mount Silvertine, rising high above the nearly ever-present fog which rolls in from the sea. The scent of the land is unique, too. One smells the rain mixed with the light, tinging aroma of pine forests. In the air, the salty bite of the sea is inescapable. During the fall the islanders harvest the Trennin apple orchards – which have stood growing in the still air for so long, they are virtually a wood of their own by now. Many peoples have lived there over the vast current of time: The Shining Ones first – next the Elves; then Rumenjians, and finally Rillians. This story is about when the Rumenjians ruled there, already at the crumbling height of their empire.
This is a sort of story which is strange for me to tell. While personally I’ve had heartaches and true trials I’ve had to face in my life – I’ve always been comforted with an abiding trust deep inside about how it will somehow inexplicably work out for good. But it’s an easy thing to write niceties like that. It’s a far harder thing to live like you actually believe in hope when you wake up in hell one morning. Oftentimes, people eventually wind up in their own self-constructed personal hells… but sometimes hell comes to us. We didn’t ask for it or want it – but shadow by building shadow, its empire stretches up, towering over and around us now. We live in it. We are residents. But I think it’s important to remember how we don’t have to live there. It’s not our true home. Even the fact that we can tell that it’s horrible means, implicitly, that we know better. It means somewhere deep inside we remember a better place and better ways. We yearn for this… thing… this better thing… way… place. And our aching is transformed into striving. We are a part of a desperate struggle which not even Death himself will one day withhold from us. Better will be one day intimately known to us. (You just wait and see.)
- Ryan
Chapter I
Routine Inspections
The sea-breeze rustled through the pine forest where Janos stood, watching the hazy coastline extend for miles. Here and there, merchant vessels or little fishing boats bobbed along the iron-grey froth of the Ocean Vaste. The metal circlet balanced firmly on his head felt unnatural. Janos constantly had to fight the urge to swipe the damn thing off. He had to also restrain a similar urge with the heavy, overly-encrusted silver sabre hanging from his waist.
Your highness, are you completed with inspecting the Tower Oros?
asked the local captain.
Janos wracked his mind briefly for her name…. What was it, again?
his memory had always been terrible. Every so often Janos tried to practice the memory games his etiquette tutor had suggested… but the trouble with forgetfulness is…
Now what was I thinking about again? … Hmmm… It’s Gisele. Captain Gisele Perrault.
Prince Janos remembered with sudden relief. Turning to address the raven-haired captain, he smiled and nodded his approval. Yes Gis… Captain…
Janos cleared his throat over the etiquette mistake.
Captain Gisele blushed, but still stood like a straight-razor, raptly attentive.
All around them now, the salty sea winds brushed against their lips and ears. A gust caught in the prince’s long cape tangling it in the captain’s curly black hair.
Janos fidgeted. He didn’t like being embarrassed. Unbidden, the prince could still hear his father’s gruff words, So long as they’re not faction heads from the leading Scypiasians, Ulians or Brutaejians families… it doesn’t matter what anyone else thinks.
Giving the massive Watch Tower of Oros one last perceptive glance, Janos untangled himself from the captain as best he could and asked, Forgive me, but you… you’re…
Gisele’s reaction confused the prince. She appeared to grimace, flex, and grin all in a flash before quickly masking back behind her usual military poise. Brutajian, by birth – if you must know – Your Highness.
She looked down and away for a moment, We’ve been serving as the Watch for this coastline among the Towers since your grandfather, I believe. But I…
Suddenly she leaped at Prince Janos, knocking him flat against the hard timbers of the watchtower’s deck. GET DOWN!
THUD!
A large ballistae bolt sunk deeply into one of the dark roof beams nearby, still quivering violently.
Captain Gisele’s sabre – lean, sharp, and plain was out in a flash. Janos felt a sudden pang of envy as he slowly realized someone had just tried to kill him. Protect the prince! Soldier, get the Hastati deployed now!
She ordered a nearby guard who was still staring rather shocked at the embedded projectile mere inches from his pale face. Captain Gisele poked her head hesitantly up to peer over the battlements after the stunned soldier finally scurried off obediently…
Thunk Thunk Thunk!
A series of arrow-shots peppered the stonework inches from her face.
Hastati?!
cried the prince incredulously. But where are my Imperial Legionaries?
Down below, the ringing clang of metal on metal drifted up, mingling with the ceaseless rush from the nearby surf below.
Right now Prince Janos of House Ulian – I don’t care if you’re used to dragons guarding you! Hastati is what the Ulian family – your family – allows us to garrison here. And we need to move now, because half-trained, conscripted eighteen-year-old Hastati are all we’ve got at the moment. This way!
The prince and the captain began crawling towards the entrance to the tower’s spiraling staircase. Near the relative safety of the opening, another shower of silvery arrows sailed through the exposed turret’s open air deck.
Ah…
cried Janos… momentarily pinned by his arrow-bitten sleeve.
As Gisele yanked the arrow out and tossed it aside, Janos felt a faint trickle of blood seep down his arm, staining the wood near his boots. I hope Ulians are made of tougher stuff than that.
said the captain with a wry smile, as she half-dragged the prince down into the dark tower.
Onwards they plunged into the dim and the dank of the musty old sea tower. Every now and again, they were forced to flatten against the old stone walls as squads of half-frightened, half-excited recruits jangled past towards the none too distant sounds of fighting. Soon the prince and the captain could both smell the unmistakable smell of burning clashing with the cool coastal air.
Captain Gisele groaned, Don’t tell me the bastards lit the place on fire… my men and I scrubbed this mangy place for a week and a day for your ruddy inspections…
My dear captain, I…
began the prince.
Oh shut up, Your Highness.
barked Gisele, brushing a stray lock of dark hair from her face.
Janos looked mildly surprised at the tone this local captain was taking with him. By every right he was her prince, after all. The sentiment was not lost on Gisele, either… "If we live through this you can throw me in the stocks