A Flutter In The Night (Kyrn's Legacy Book 1) by Michael S. Gormley

Author:Michael S. Gormley [Gormley, Michael S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Solstice Publishing - Solstice Shadows Imprint
Published: 2017-10-25T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-One

May the Forest of Castrolyl Be Born Anew

Kyrn sat silently at a large, oval dinner table. To his right sat the dusky-haired elven guard, who’d formally introduced himself as Hairen. To Kyrn’s left sat the blond-haired elf, who called himself Brailen. Beside Brailen sat Magmi the Great. And, seating himself moments later, King Glahlan sat across from Kyrn, some ways down the table.

The table was lined with a feast that made Kyrn’s breakfast seem but an early morning snack. More sautéed foods: mushrooms, vegetables, colorful fruits of the sort he’d never seen in Grimmrich. There were steaming, buttered rolls, and assortments of toasts and breads. Multiple platters circled the table, overflowing with sliced meats, light and dark. Their plates had already been piled high before they’d taken their seats. The regale set before him was only to be used as seconds, thirds, as much as his small stomach could handle.

Magmi was the first to dig in. He stuffed his mouth with meats and bread simultaneously, not bothering to use the utensils before him.

Kyrn slowly picked at his food, though he still felt starved from his previous days of travel. He held in his laughter while he watched Magmi lose pieces of a roll in his lavish beard.

The old wizard shot him a quick wink, and gestured to Kyrn’s plate. “You must be famished, Master Kyrn,” he said. “Dig in.”

Kyrn looked across the table at King Glahlan. The new king of Castreeth carefully sliced his food with his utensils, watching Kyrn as they ate. Kyrn stuffed the remainder of a roll into his mouth. “May I ask a question?” Kyrn grumbled.

“We will speak of what is to come soon, Kyrn,” the king responded. “Let us not spoil our meal with dark talks. Not with Brailen and Hairen at our sides. They bear a great deal in Castreeth as is. They needn’t have more burdens.”

Brailen set his utensils down beside his platter. “It’s no burden, my king,” he said with a slight nod of his head. “Master Kyrn must have a full mind.”

Kyrn smiled in agreement. “It’s not of that,” he continued, “but of Syonne. The elleinor who saved me. What will happen to her?” he asked.

At this, the king, too, ceased his eating. “The elleinor has done a great service to Castreeth,” he said, “bringing you here. It seems that fate truly exists. Your stars have been aligned almost perfectly since you set out from your home.” He broke his stare from Kyrn and continued his methodical eating. “The elleinor has broken her sacred vows, however, being captured by the dwarves outside of the forests. It puts everything we have at risk, our new Castrolyl.”

Kyrn set his food upon his plate and slid it slightly away from him. He missed the indiscreet company of Syonne, her smile. The thought of her being subjected to a punishment by the elves stole his appetite.

“She will face her hearing,” King Glahlan continued. “It would honor us if you were to attend, Master Kyrn, great-grandson of the old King Mayhlan.

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