Wildseer: Lost Citadels of Andrysfal, #0.5

By K.S. Windsor

The magic of Andrysfal is depleted.

 

The once bountiful stream of energy that lifted the seven kingdoms to wealth and prosperity has been cut off, leaving the people to fend for themselves.

 

Now, Anaya Wildseer is on a mission to find what was stolen from her and her people. All she has to do is locate a mage, one of the last living beings who touched the magic before it vanished.

• Language: English
• Publisher: K.S. Windsor
• Release date: Mar 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215764572

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Wildseer

Wildseer

Lost Citadels of Andrysfal, Volume 0.5

K.S. Windsor

Published by K.S. Windsor, 2023.

WILDSEER

A Lost Citadels of Andrysfal Prequel

K.S. WINDSOR

Copyright © 2023 by K.S. Windsor

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CONTENTS

Makara

Mageling

Mage Consul

The Chase

The Vault

Wildseer

A Mage’s Secrets

Harpies

Artifacts

Banished

Curses

MAKARA

The vibrant petals of the wildflowers unfolded from between the blades of grass covering the hillside, reaching for Anaya's fingertips hungrily as she sang softly to them. She brushed her hand over them lightly, plucking the most beautiful ones, rich purples and deep oranges, and dropping them into her lap. Then she set to work, her fingers working quickly in an intricate dance, weaving the delicate stems into dainty headbands.

Around her, the people of Torg Uyen bustled to and fro, going about their business and generally disregarding her. She was used to their cold indifference, and for the most part, she found this preferable because it allowed her to observe the crowd without much interference. She was always watching, searching for her mage.

Her stomach rumbled and she pressed a hand to it to quell the discomfort. She hadn't had a proper meal in days and she was growing desperate. Checking to make sure that no one was watching, she waved her hand over the grass beside her once more, encouraging the brightly colored petals to transform to a soft bluish hue instead.

When she had her first colorful headband completed, she set it atop her head, smiling to herself. Then she repeated the process a few more times, spreading her skirt out like a blanket on the grass and placing each of the headbands in an arc around her, an invitation to passersby.

Now all she had to do was wait. Surely some dashing young man would come by and purchase one to win his lady's heart. Or even better, a little girl with her father wrapped around her finger.

Anaya's eyes landed on a little blonde girl toddling along between her parents. The little girl's father looked gruff and unfriendly, but his wife looked kind enough. Plastering a broad smile on her face, Anaya called out when they drew near.

Flower crown for the little princess?

As she'd hoped, the little girl spotted her and her face lit up with glee. In an instant, the child was trying to wrench free of her father's grip, determined to get her hands on one of the headbands. Her tiny features scrunched up in frustration as her father held fast to her little wrist.

Not now, Tashi, the little girl's mother cautioned, adopting a tone that was completely at odds with the pleasant smile she'd been wearing a moment earlier. Her eyes darted up to her husband anxiously and she flinched away from his scowl.

But the girl was not too dissuaded, and she let out a wail of protest, throwing herself about until she was able to loosen the grip on her arm and break away. She ran as fast as her little legs could carry her over to Anaya's place on the hill and stared at the assortment of flowery accessories.

The girl's parents arrived a moment later, her father glaring at Anaya with disgust. The woman, however, seemed merely annoyed by the little girl's outburst. Anaya maintained her smile, carefully lifting one of the crowns up and placing it atop the little girl's head before they could pull their daughter away.

See? It's just perfect, Anaya said pleasantly even as the girl's mother attempted to usher her daughter out of reach.

Enough with your tricks, Makara. Just tell us how much and let us alone, the man grumbled, digging in his pocket.

Anaya turned her face up to his, her lips twisting into a knowing smirk. Just three silver coins today, sir. And I must say, you have a beautiful family.

He scowled, but after a moment, he dropped a few coins into her palm and