The General

By M.A. Abraham

T’Harris isn’t the most demanding of the Guardians of the Empire but, like Gabriella, he hasn’t been beaten on the battlefield yet. He is also a master swordsman, like she is. When not practicing, or performing his duty to the Empire as one of the guardians, he is lighthearted although he refuses to take a back seat to anyone, if pushed.

He vows to win her through his gentle ways and charm. Is it enough? As she uses her talent to see if she can outwit the Fates, she realizes this is a battle she cannot win, for history tells her that no Elf who ever tried has. They also have a common enemy, one they feel they will need to be united against to defeat.

When Gabriella is mistaken for a common Elven maiden and taken to enemy lands, T'Harris must fly to her aid, for this is his love, his Life Mate, and one he has promised to guard with his life. Can he get to her before they realize who and what she is? Or will he lose her to the point of an enemy sword?

• Language: English
• Publisher: M.A. Abraham
• Release date: Aug 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9780463330296

M.A. Abraham

I don’t really know what to say about myself.I have been writing books since before I became a teenager. Most are still hidden in the closet. I used to make up my own stories as a child, everyone used to act them out while we were playing outside. As a teenager someone issued me a challenge. I told her that her stories stunk, she told me to do better.My job growing up was to play guardian to my little brother, keep him safe. That meant I ended up getting into more fights than enough – makes sense now that I write about warriors.My family will try to tell you that I’m not innocent, I have a personality that keeps them on their toes. Over my lifetime and theirs I have earn several nicknames – The Godmother, The Evil Christmas Elf (comes from making my nieces wrap their own Christmas presents), Mistress of Ambush. My favorite response to them when they try to get me into trouble is just to look at them with a wide doe eyed expression and say “Moi?????”I have a seal point Siamese cat named Snoop, named after my favorite cartoon character and hobby. I have a “healthy” but small collection of Snoopy memorabilia. He is a character alright; never met a cat who can talk back like he does. He expects daily dosages of adoration on his schedule when he wants it – not when it’s convenient for me and he HATES snow.I come from a very large family (mostly brothers) and I could outrun the whole works of them (I’m the shortest!). It was called survival.This book has been in the making for a long time now. Over a half a year to write it, about the same amount of time to edit it, and probably about the same amount of time to get the art work and website! I have learned you can’t control the timelines of other people – Murphy likes to step in.So for now I am setting up good luck charms everywhere... didn’t know I had that many stuffed Snoopy’s. *Fingers, legs, toes, eyes and anything else I can crossed*

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CHAPTER I

Gabriella couldn’t figure out why she was so closely watching the blonde Elf the other Guardians of the Empire called T’Harris. She certainly didn’t think there was anything special about him. Granted, he was handsome, well-built, and could handle a weapon well, but that was quite common for a male Elf. Despite this, she got the feeling that there was something different about him, even if she couldn’t put a finger on why. Eventually, she let the matter drop, deciding she would eventually figure it out. She always did.

T’Harris stood off to the side, looking like he knew something no one else did. It wasn’t because he did, but rather because he could tell it irritated Gabriella. He had heard her opinion of the Guardians of the Empire, and he had to admit that while it was not complimentary, she had a point. Most of his brethren were proud of what they were, and did feel slightly superior. They believed they were Guardians because they were the best warriors in the Empire, and because of this, they thought they couldn’t be beaten. It was something about which Gabriella repeatedly proved them wrong. T’Harris liked that about Gabriella. She wasn’t afraid to face off against any of them. Because of Gabriella’s skills, his brethren quickly learned to respect her prowess with a weapon, as well as her quick wit. T’Harris was looking forward to meeting Gabriella in person. For while they hadn’t come face to face with each other, he suspected they were Life Mates. It was news Thrax never seemed to tire of telling T’Harris, and he chose to believe it because he wanted to despite the fact that Dragons weren’t reputed to be good judges about these things.

T’Harris remembered the moment he first felt his first connection with Gabriella. He had saved her life during the battle, although she didn’t know that. She had been so busy fending off the enemy that she hadn’t had time to spare him a glance, or to acknowledge his quick action. Nothing mattered except that she had survived. What he wanted to do now was find a valid reason to get to meet her, so he could be sure. If he found out it was true that they were Life Mates, he would declare their connection openly. Meeting Gabriella, however, was not proving to be as easy as he thought it would be.

Months had gone by since the battle, and T’Harris still hadn’t managed to catch Gabriella’s attention. T’Harris blamed Lariel for the difficulty. The Emperor kept Gabriella busy, and close to his side. It was easy to see the Elf was smitten with her. It was as easy to tell Gabriella didn’t think of him in the same way. To Gabriella, Lariel was no more than anyone else in the Elven Empire thought he was, their Emperor. Gabriella took her orders from Lariel but kept him at a distance, which meant she realized what he felt for her and disapproved.

Since the Guardians of the Empire had come to the Elven Empire to mix with other Elves, T’Harris had been watching his brethren meet their Life Mates. T’Harris celebrated with them, teased them, and felt jealous of their luck and happiness. T’Harris didn’t begrudge them the love they found or the women standing by their sides. They deserved to know the feeling of fulfillment only a Life Mate could bring to an Elf. T’Harris had noticed how each pairing had changed the men. It was especially noticeable with Daeron, a man who had been so unhappy in his life before he met his Chania. T’Harris’ friends, he had to admit, were better for the women they had bonded with. Now, T’Harris smiled smugly, it was his turn. This was the day he would get to meet his Gabriella face to face. T’Harris wasn’t sure how he would manage it, but he was determined it was going to happen.

T’Harris was aware of the fact that he wasn’t the only one wanting to meet Gabriella. Thrax did as well, and there were times when his alter ego was getting to be very difficult to keep under control. Thrax knew the kind of trouble losing control of his Dragon could cause, especially as he could sense how close Gabriella’s Dragon was to rising. Her Dragon, Thrax declared, was his, which made Gabriella, T’Harris’. This made things doubly dangerous, but it was inevitable, or so Thrax kept telling him.

Her Dragon senses me too, Thrax spoke into T’Harris’ mind. She hides behind the wall of steel that keeps her restrained and thinks she is safe. I can tell she is weakening though, I feel her need to come out to play wearing on her resolve to obey her other half. I call to her, but so far she has resisted my lure. She won’t be able to continue for much longer. When that happens, we will both have what our hearts desire.

T’Harris’ preoccupation with his Dragon was interrupted by Verich, as that Elf leaned over to speak with him, If you are looking at the lady I think you are, you can forget the possibility of getting anywhere with her. The High Lord General Gabriella Eagle Claw doesn’t play games with anyone. She is deadly serious, all of the time.

Is that her name? T’Harris asked innocently, as he fought to hide his shock. Up to this moment, he hadn’t been able to attach a name to Gabriella, not with any certainty. Thrax, in his opinion, could only be counted on so much for information. If Verich was talking about the same woman he was watching, he might seek out the Fates and kiss each and every one of them.

Verich rolled his eyes in disbelief, as he commented, The luscious moonlight blonde with eyes that turn icy enough to freeze a man’s nuts, if he accidentally brushes against her?

You never accidentally brush against any female. So, you are telling me that my Gabriella left you frostbitten? T’Harris snickered. He had to admit, he liked the idea of Verich being put in place by his woman.

Your Gabriella, is it? That is a first for you. What makes you think she is yours? Verich asked.

Because, like any other red-blooded male Elf, I know my Life Mate when I see her, T’Harris answered.

You definitely have your work cut out for you, if you think you will win that one over any time soon, Verich snorted.

The best things in life take time to settle into place. My Gabriella is the finest, she will come to me in her own way, T’Harris declared with confidence.

As T’Harris spoke, the sparing match that had been going on ended, and Lariel walked onto the field. He pulled out his sword, grinned at Gabriella and challenged, So, who wants to show off his or her talent with a sword today?

There was no doubt Gabriella was the one he was speaking to, but it was T’Harris who stepped out of the sidelines to answer Lariel’s challenge, I could use a good workout to loosen up my muscles.

Lariel turned and frowned as he watched T’Harris walk across the field to face him. This was an Elf he had never seen on the practice field before. It didn’t matter, he was sure he could handle him. There were only a handful of Elves he couldn’t defeat in mock battle.

T’Harris knew what he was doing. He had seen how Lariel looked at Gabriella every time he thought she wasn’t paying attention to him. This man wanted her for no other reason than he couldn’t have her. Well, T’Harris wasn’t above teaching anyone how dangerous it could be to covet another Elf’s Life Mate, even when the connection hadn’t been acknowledged yet.

Your name? Lariel asked loudly enough to make himself heard by everyone in attendance.

T’Harris smiled, as he pulled his sword from his scabbard and replied, T’Harris.

Within seconds the match was on, and as the first testing thrusts and swings were taken, the crowd grew silent as they paid attention to what was happening.

Gabriella watched with interest as Lariel and T’Harris faced off. She didn’t need anyone to tell her that T’Harris knew how to wield a sword. He had a proper grip on the weapon, and every move he made had a purpose. Lariel, she quickly decided, was going to find himself in trouble fast.

Who is the Elf sparing with Lariel? Cambria asked, as she walked up to Gabriella’s side, along with Anders. A grin lifted the edges of her lips, as she strove to look innocent. She knew full well who T’Harris was. She had gone out of her way to orchestrate this meeting.

Gabriella shrugged as she replied, I don’t know, but he is good.

Lariel is about to get his backside tanned if he keeps fighting like that. There isn’t one of us that can hold a candle to T’Harris when it comes to sword play. Anders spoke.

Even while Anders talked, Lariel’s sword was knocked out of his hand. As the weapon flew into the air, T’Harris reached out to catch it. He then offered it back to Lariel.

Lariel was furious. No one had ever disarmed him before, not like this. It had also happened in front of Gabriella, which meant she would have him back on the field for more practice sessions. He was smart enough to know when to concede the game though. The Elf he was facing was better than he was, and he wasn’t about to allow his temper to make him do something stupid. Attacking him in a fit of anger would be akin to lunacy, and he knew it. Even worse came the knowledge that if he went after this new Elf, it would make him look like a poor sport, something his people frowned heavily upon. He accepted his sword from T’Harris, and giving a false smile as he sheathed it, he spoke, You will have to show me how you did that some day.

It would be my honor, T’Harris returned with a bow, before he replied, What happens next?

Lariel noticed Gabriella move forward and knew she was on her way in. She looked intrigued, which meant she had taken T’Harris’ measure when it came to using his weapon and was curious to find out how good he really was. It was going to be interesting to see who was going to come out on top in this match. He had to admit, this Guardian was one of the best he had ever faced. His smile widened as he commented, It looks like you have won the right to face the master.

The entire field of competitors stopped sparring when Gabriella approached T’Harris. It was nothing new to see her walk onto the field like this. Yet, every time she decided to join them, her presence always got this response from the crowd. No one wanted to miss the High Lord General do battle, especially against someone new. Every move she made was like watching music in motion.

Gabriella Eagle Claw, T’Harris acknowledged with a bow as she stood before him, and he smiled.

Gabriella gave a slight nod, as she returned the gesture, even as her eyes narrowed as they connected with his and she replied, T’Harris.

T’Harris felt the slight surprise emanating from Gabriella, which told him that she just realized she had met her Life Mate. That would be a point in his favor, depending on how quickly she got over the shock. He doubted if it would take her very long, and if this were the case, it would be to her advantage. He had seen her in action, he knew how she fought, and he had to admit, she was one of the best he had ever seen in battle. He acknowledged her expertise and knew this was going to be a difficult match. Gabriella was not an Elf to yield easily to anyone, and he was certain that if he tried to allow for the fact that she was either a female or his Life Mate, things would not go well for him, on or off the field. Gabriella would not respect anyone who didn’t give his or her all in battle, whether it was in practice or real life.

Gabriella gave T’Harris a taunting smile, as she needled him, I do hope you have backup, because you are going to need it.

I love the sound of overconfidence when I am facing an opponent. It makes victory so much sweeter after the fact, T’Harris returned, tossing Gabriella’s challenge right back at her. He wasn’t only after her love, he wanted to win her respect in hopes it would make his claim go smoother.

Gabriella laughed as she replied, I never misjudge an enemy.

Good, that gives me room to slip through your guard, because I am not your enemy, T’Harris answered. He then added, We could make this interesting with a little wager, if you feel you are up to the challenge. What do you think?

What do you have in mind, Dragon boy? Gabriella egged T’Harris on. She was going to pummel him and, at the moment, she could think of several reasons for doing so.

Something that should excite you and make your knees go weak when it happens. It is something you would be too afraid to do on your own, T’Harris returned.

Gabriella sniffed, as she denied the allegation, You will find I don’t scare easily.

I am counting on that, T’Harris taunted.

Name your poison, especially as it is basically a mute point anyway, Gabriella returned.

A kiss. It is something that most women would have no trouble conceding. Although I am willing to wager you don’t know how to give or receive one. T’Harris pushed even more. What he had just said would have insulted most women. When he saw Gabriella’s eyes narrow at his words, he knew he had scored a hit at her pride, and he could tell he had hit a bulls-eye. She probably not only didn’t know how to kiss a man but didn’t want anyone to know the truth of the matter.

I am sure you are willing to offer lessons, Gabriella sniffed, as she tried to lower him to the level of Verich in the back of her mind. She had a feeling she was wrong about that though. Damn, she thought to herself. This was a poor time to find her Life Mate. The last thing she needed was a complication like this in her life right now.

Depends on the concession. I don’t go around kissing just anyone, T’Harris continued to push his luck.

What do I win if you lose? Gabriella presented the possibility to T’Harris.

Name it. Again, something simple that won’t cause hardship, T’Harris suggested.

You will neither try to kiss me, nor mention doing so again, Gabriella set the rule.

Too vague, T’Harris answered. It needs a time limit. One quick kiss, versus remaining mum on the subject for a long period of time is hardly a fair contest.

Very well, as one should match the other as is fair, it should last for a few hours at least, Gabriella offered as a concession.

Done, T’Harris accepted the wager, then held out his hand to seal the deal. As she placed her hand in his, he pulled her a little closer to speak once more, this time for her ears only, Prepare for battle, my Gabriella, and know that I don’t fight fairly when it comes to something I want badly enough. Also know that I want you, my Life Mate, even as my Dragon wants yours, then he stepped away.

Gabriella narrowed her eyes, as she took a closer look at the man standing before her. T’Harris had laid it all out on the line for her, and she was sure she knew why. He didn’t want her to cry foul later. Well, he was right on some things, but by the same token, he might not realize she could also fight dirty, especially when she felt she was faced with no other choice. All that this entailed made this contest fall into that category. No one liked being backed into a corner, and she had every reason to believe that what he had done to her was to knock her off center. She wasn’t about to let him get away with it.

CHAPTER II

It was T’Harris who struck the first blow, and he did so lightly to give a false impression of his talent. It was done to give Gabriella a false sense of security, and if it were successful, he would be able to lure her into his trap more easily.

I have a four-year-old niece who can do better than that, so don’t expect me to fall for a tactic like this after what I just witnessed, Gabriella commented. She wasn’t fooled by this man’s pretense to weakness. She had a good idea what his caliber of expertise was. T’Harris was capable of fighting at a much higher level that what he was pretending to be. She knew this for a fact, as she had just seen him defeat Lariel without breaking a sweat, and there weren’t many who could.

I thought I might have to hold back a little, to take into account your diminutive size, T’Harris returned. He wasn’t sure why he said what he did, and when he noticed her eyes shift from bright to icy blue, he knew he had miscalculated. Now, he was going to have to pay the price for succumbing to the temptation of trying to trick her.

Gabriella turned slightly away from T’Harris, and then came at him with a speed he hadn’t expect. Not only was she fast, but she was also wielding two swords, which forced him to draw his second one. Things had just become serious.

With swords that flashed bright in the midday sun as they cut through the air to clash against others, both Gabriella and T’Harris danced to the deadly tune of their weapons. Neither was giving the other an inch. In Gabriella’s case, she was out for blood, pure and simple. T’Harris didn’t have the opportunity to back off, not if he wanted to show her he could defend himself against her.

Gabriella’s swords whistled and blurred as they flew through the air to warn everyone of the danger of getting too close. T’Harris knew he didn’t dare miss blocking her even once. T’Harris didn’t need to be told who was in control of this match. T’Harris had fought men who were considered exceptionally talented with swords in the past, but this went beyond anything he had come across before. She was glorious, and he had the feeling that if she got past his guard, she would find a way to finish him off quickly and without causing him any permanent physical injury. He couldn’t allow this to happen. He decided he had too much to lose, even if it were only one kiss. He needed to think his way past this.

Gabriella had to remind herself several times not to underestimate her enemy. He was good, even better than she expected, which didn’t happen often. He definitely equaled either of her brothers, and she considered that giving him a lot of credit. They fought until both were sweating profusely. They had been sparring for over an hour with neither missing a move nor showing signs of slowing down.

You really must be scared that I might win that kiss, T’Harris tried to divert Gabriella’s attention from the match, if only for a second. He had to admit, she was every bit as good as he had been told. He could feel the effects of her strikes throughout his entire body. He was going to be hurting when this was over.

Your tactics won’t get you out of the mess you got yourself into. If you want a way out, concede, Gabriella

You do realize you are going to hurt after this is all over, T’Harris told Gabriella.

The thought didn’t slow her down. In fact, T’Harris could have sworn Gabriella might have even sped up slightly, even as she answered, Not as much as you, or your wounded ego.

I will make you a deal, when we are through with the match I will massage your muscles if you will work the kinks out of mine, T’Harris teased.

Gabriella refused to take the bait, although she did respond, Go find yourself a willing Dark Elf, T’Harris. That shouldn’t be too difficult.

Call me hard to please, my Gabriella, but only the best will do for me. I promise to give in equal measure, and I know you would love the things I will do with you, T’Harris taunted.

It isn’t going to happen, Gabriella replied.

Of course it is, and I am looking forward to learning every inch of your delectable little body. I could use some softness in my life, and you look like you could fit the bill beautifully, T’Harris continued. In some ways, he was beginning to seriously wonder if he had made an error in judgment by starting up a conversation at this time. He was wasting valuable breath.

Gabriella’s eyes narrowed, even as she continued her assault on T’Harris. She didn’t like the images his words were bringing to her mind. She had stayed away from any physical complications in the past for this very reason. She had always suspected that the reality of being intimate with a man would rob her of the attention she needed to do her job properly. She was not going to allow anyone to ruin her well-laid plans. Nothing was going to change in her life, not if she had anything to say about it, which she was going to make sure was the case.

T’Harris smiled widely, as he watched Gabriella’s eyes narrow and shift again. It was the first indication she had given that his words were having any effect. He added to what he said to further confuse the issue, thinking that sooner or later, she would have to give. You like the idea of my touch and I would make it good for you, you have my word on that. Not an inch of your body would be spared, not by my hands, lips, teeth, or tongue. Would you do the same for me, my Gabriella? Would you knead my muscles, taste me, and then lick me into a delicious state of mindlessness?

I don’t need to, your mind is already doing that to you on its own, Gabriella stated, as she feinted to the right, and caught T’Harris off guard, when he fell for her ploy. The match ended shortly thereafter, as she finished disarming him in five smoothly executed moves. She slid her swords into their respective sheaths, then turned from him to walk off the field. Her task was done.

Damn, T’Harris softly muttered to himself, as he fought to catch his breath. This meant he had to honor the wager. He had lost this battle, but the main one hadn’t even begun, not by any stretch of their imagination. He was going to have to find a different way to win his prize.

No one can defeat Gabriella when it comes to swords, Mariss spoke, as he came to congratulate T’Harris on a well-fought battle. The man had certainly handled himself well. No one had lasted this long on the battlefield against his sister before. He also knew something about this couple that few seemed to have noticed. They were Life Mates. It wasn’t going to be easy for T’Harris to win his bride, but Mariss was sure the Elf was up to the challenge.

I admit, I have never faced anyone who can fight like she can, T’Harris answered.

It is going to be difficult to get her to say those bonding words, maybe even more than you suspect. Are you up to that battle of wills? Mistral asked.

I am already planning out the next phase of my campaign, T’Harris admitted to Mariss and Mistral, although he wasn’t sure if it was wise to confide in Gabriella’s brothers. They should be guarding her back, not exposing it to him.

I know what you are thinking, Mistral spoke, as he placed a friendly arm around T’Harris’ shoulders, as if to help him from the field. Brothers protect their sisters, but when it comes to helping them elude the machinations of a Life Mate, that is another matter altogether.

What are you proposing? T’Harris asked.

You need help, and we are the two best strategists in the Elven Empire, Mariss stated.

I believe it is time we had a little chat about our Gabriella. No one knows her better than we do, Mistral stated.

We can also tell you had quite an impact on her already, Mariss added.

This is what you are going to have to do to win our sister and get her past her biggest fear when it comes to accepting a Life Mate, Mistral began his instructions.

T’Harris raised a hand to halt the instruction as Mistral mentioned Gabriella’s fear. He especially wanted to know what he was facing along this line, before he began his attack. He had always believed it was important to know about the weaknesses and strengths anyone he was about to do battle with had. At the same time, he didn’t want to hurt her. This could become a delicate balancing act, especially if it were something that might cause her pain or extreme discomfort. He had the perfect people at his side to give him any information he needed about his Life Mate and, despite his misgivings, he decided to use them if he could, So, what is her greatest fear, when it comes to a relationship such as ours?

Gabriella calls it the family curse, handed down by her Tratchar ancestor, Eden, Mistral began.

Triplets, and the fact that Eagle Claw females tend to be very fertile, Mariss declared.

Considering the position Gabriella held in the Elven Empire, T’Harris could understand why she would be nervous about this, and what it would mean for her. She definitely would become a liability on a battlefield if she became pregnant. It wouldn’t be something that bothered her with other men, but with him, it would be a