Elmoryn's Complete Kinless Trilogy (The Kinless Trilogy Book 4) by Chris Philbrook

Author:Chris Philbrook [Philbrook, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction
Publisher: Chris Philbrook
Published: 2016-04-11T16:00:00+00:00

- Chapter Thirteen -

A PLAN, SORT OF

"You never told me that story," Samrale said from the corner of the room. Everyone was startled. He hadn't been there a minute ago. Weston was the only one who seemed unaffected by the aged wizard's sudden reveal. "Why didn't you tell me that story Weston?"

Weston sighed and shrugged wistfully. "I didn't think it would help my plea for a job and a place to live if I told you I had angered an influential Apostle, and potentially the Church as well. I felt it best to disappear here and the less I said meant fewer questions. My intent was never to mislead Samrale. I apologize."

The aged teacher was sitting in one of the student's chairs, similar to Weston, but where the gesture made Weston seem sad, it made Samrale seem more ordinary and accessible. "I've no qualms with keeping secrets Weston, you should know that by now. We all carry burdens in the darkness of our souls." Samrale's eyes stole a glance at Mal.

Mal turned to his uncle, his curiosity sparked. "You learned a necromancy spell?" He asked his uncle softly, probing for a telling response.

Weston puffed his cheeks with a strong exhalation. "I did, and I'm not ashamed of the fact either. I'm a very curious cat Malwynn. I like to dabble in many different arts. The Way is strong in our family. Strong in your mother's family as well. With your mother's blood, I'm sure it practically beats in your heart."

"I'm an Artificer," Umaryn said proudly, confirming her uncle's statement.

"That's wonderful Umaryn. I've never been able to reach out the Spirits of the Created. I'd love to ask you more about your gift. What of you Malwynn? Has The Way become a part of your life?" Weston looked hopeful.

His eyes fixed to the floor, Mal spoke with a touch of fear in his, but he hoped for the best. "I'm a necromancer."

James took a step back so fast he nearly fell over a chair. No one else in the room flinched. The Apostle looked around at each other person's face to gauge their level of revulsion, but when no one else seemed put out by the presence of a death mage in the room, he settled into a merely uncomfortable stiffness.

"I sensed it on you when you arrived," Samrale said, clearly approving of Mal's honesty.

Weston had a strange smile. "Now that's fascinating. Might I ask how such knowledge worked its way into that head of yours?"

Mal looked up, shame on his face. "When we pursued the people who destroyed New Picknell, they led us to Graben. We hunted necromancers there, soldiers, anyone who we thought could lead us to the people who destroyed our village. Eventually we killed someone powerful, a tax collector, and that got us the attention of a Queen's Necromancer. Dram Sorber was his name. Dram saw the necromantic potential in me, and in a city filled with the undead, I thought it wise to learn how best to destroy them or control them.

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