Eliesmore and the Jeweled Sword by Angela J. Ford

Author:Angela J. Ford [Ford, Angela J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Angela J. Ford
Published: 2018-03-11T06:00:00+00:00

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Eliesmore

The shadow disappeared. One moment he was fighting the beast, the next it had disappeared in a swirl of mist. Eliesmore was left alone, standing in the destruction of Daygone. Great craters covered the ground where the stars had fallen, black holes sucking light and energy into the darkness. Eliesmore swung the Jeweled Sword in confusion, searching for the shadow as black words swirled around him. He knew, even as he searched, it had disappeared, traveling to be with its new master, using the power of the Phutal. The device to open and close portals wasn’t in Daygone after all. When Sarhorr returned from the Eastern World his sister and brother were lying in wait, and they took the Phutal, leaving Sarhorr and Shalidir stranded in Daygone.

Turning, Eliesmore walked south, a cloud of brooding anger settling around his shoulders. Flashes of red poked at the edges of his vision as if the sky were raining droplets of blood. Eliesmore. Voices whispered in his ears. He shook his head, ignoring them. Eliesmore the Great.

Leave me alone. He continued to walk as the red moved around his vision and the ground shook. Holding out his hands he allowed light to flow from them, whispering words until the ground settled down, going to sleep like an angry child throwing a tantrum, exhausted from the expense of energy.

Eliesmore the Great. Eliesmore the Great.

Ignoring the chant, he strode across the ground, anger rolling off his back in ripples of red. One hand held the Jeweled Sword, the blade pointed down to the ground.

Eliesmore the Great. Eliesmore the Great.

What? He shouted in his head, annoyed by the chatter.

Eliesmore the Great. We hear and obey.

Pausing he spun around. A patch of red grass froze. His heart thumped oddly in his chest. The words. He’d heard the words before in tales of old. Creatures that inhabited the grass spoke those words to the one who controlled them.

Zikes?

Instantly the red grass changed, coming out of camouflage. A sea of four-foot-tall red creatures appeared, gazing at him with abnormally large eyes. Red cones stood on their heads, shimmering with ruby light. Their voices, spoken in unison, became hard and deep. Aye. Eliesmore the Great. We hear and obey. What are our orders?

Eliesmore, too exhausted to be shocked, turned to keep walking, stomping across the ground, clenching and unclenching the fist that did not hold a weapon. Follow me.

The creatures flitted back into the red grass, moved after him, and although their voices fell silent he could hear them moving like the waves of the sea, hushed and calm as if they did not want to be heard.

As Eliesmore approached the border, he saw the barrier that protected Daygone ripple away, and as it did, he saw five warriors standing on a battle field. A thrill of excitement passed through him and for mere seconds he felt like himself again, the old Eliesmore, after he’d dissolved the Green Stone and before he read the words from the dark book. As he looked out, it seemed he saw the spirits of Heroes of Old.

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