Bloodstained Skies: The Vanquisher of Kings I (Bloodstained Skies: The Vanquisher Trilogy Book 1) by Dagmar Rokita

Author:Dagmar Rokita [Rokita, Dagmar]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-16T23:00:00+00:00

It was Brymir's ambition that led Erilaz to his current status. The king had power to make Erilaz the Vardir Commander but he wanted his son to get this position by himself.

When Erilaz was fifteen, Brymir's friend visited the castle. He and his son strolled through the garden, talking about this visit. Erilaz got a triskelion tattoo a day prior and his hand still itched a bit. His hair was shorter and reached below his shoulders.

"Have you already talked with Thorleif? Have you gotten to know him?" asked Brymir.

"Yes, he told me about the academy in which he's the principal," said Erilaz spreading his arms, "and about his travels. He saw so many species, cultures and cities, stuff like that."

Brymir wanted to ask one more question but Thorleif walked from behind a hedgerow. He was as tall as Brymir but he never took part in any military trainings so his silhouette was less muscular. He kept his hair braided, and he wore a knee-length tunic.

They stopped, looking conspiratorially at each other.

Erilaz raised his eyebrow. "What?"

"Did you tell him, Brymir?" asked Thorleif with a little smile on his face.

Brymir glanced at puzzled Erilaz. "No, not a word."

"What's going on?" muttered Erilaz, his eyes wandering from one Celestian to the other.

Brymir reached his hand towards his friend. "Thorleif said he's going to take you to his academy for a monthly course."

Erilaz’s eyes flared up with passion. "Really?" he asked, craning his neck forward. "What am I going to study?"

"We're the biggest academy on this planet; we have plenty of subjects," explained Thorleif and began to count on his fingers, "from biology, through warfare to civic relations and..."

Erilaz sighed with fascination. "I would..."

"Studying warfare in your academy, even for one month, will let him learn so much," interrupted Brymir.

Erilaz turned towards him with his eyebrows narrowed. "Why can't I study civic relations? It's an important skill too."

"You study enough civic relations here," explained Brymir in a calming voice. "Thorleif will show you new subjects and more advanced techniques."

Erilaz opened his mouth to answer back but Brymir added, "You're already doing great at other subjects." His face expressed even more gentleness. "I just need you to improve your military knowledge, since it's your future..."

"Alright," said Erilaz with annoyance in his voice. He crossed his arms. "Sorry, Thorleif. Your offers were unnecessary, the choice was already made. When am I leaving?"

Clearly embarrassed by this situation, Thorleif averted his sight. "In three days," he informed.

Erilaz turned on his heel so quickly that his hair swirled around him. "I'm going to pack up my stuff," he muttered and marched away.

Brymir drooped his shoulders. He always had to put so much energy into convincing Erilaz to anything. Despite this, he wasn't angry. Erilaz was just a kid with moods and dreams and it was Brymir's role to guide him. Unluckily for Erilaz, Brymir took care of him overeagerly.

"Erilaz, you still think I want to spite you?" called Brymir, following his son with his helpless eyes.

Erilaz slowed down, still staring at the ground.

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