Feline of The Lost: A Fireheart Fantasy Short Story: The Fireheart Fantasy Series, #0

By Connor Whiteley

An exiled soldier. A land of enemies. A Feline his only hope.

Trevis loves his country as a soldier.

Trevis walks the desert alone. He knows he deserves it. Trevis disgraces his country with his actions. Can he find salvation?

Can he fight for his country a final time? Or will he die forgotten and unloved in a hostile country?

If you love action packed, page turning fantasy short stories with twists giving you the perfect escape, you need this great short story!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Nov 5, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201767891

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

FELINE OF THE LOST

The dark yellow sand filled wind whipped across Tervis' face. Gently rubbing his skin bare with each gust of the desert wind.

He tried to pull up his dirty white tunic but he couldn’t get it out under his cold metal armour. It was too tight. 

The blowing wind continued to rub his face dry. 

Trevis' hands formed fists in frustration. If only he had been better then he wouldn't have to deal with this desert. 

So what, he might have been overly talkative, and he might have been deemed a danger to his fellow soldiers. But to give him a sentence of solitude and kicking him out of the army. That was harsh! 

Trevis tried to forget about it and he kept putting one foot in front of the other. His large leather booted feet sinking into the rough yellow desert sand with each step. He could have sworn some sand had gotten into his boots from the stabbing sore pain that throbbed from his left foot. 

Bravely, raising his head with his hands covering some of his eyes to protect them from