Everflame: The Complete Series by Dylan Lee Peters

Author:Dylan Lee Peters [Peters, Dylan Lee]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-06-01T00:00:00+00:00

In the world’s most desperate hour of need

Earthly elements shall be set free

And evil tyrants should beware

The coming of an unlikely pair.

Behold the golden fires of hope

That curse and grace the lives of man

Yet one cannot in life exist

If two won’t find the strength to stand.

NORTH

Chapter 2: In the Hands of Chaos

“Mr. Horace Redwood.”

Horace stood, staring straight ahead, his mind fixated on what he was going to say once he was given his audience with the King. His white and bony knuckles worked to mash the folds of his felt hat. He was so nervous, he didn’t realize that he was mangling the only hat he owned.

What can I say to make him understand? thought Horace. So much depends upon this.

Horace’s nerves were on edge, to the point that they had separated his mind from what was going on around him. He didn’t realize that the Clerk of the Royal Court had called his name. The other citizens of the Kingdom of Chreos who had ventured into the courtroom on this day looked around to see which one of them was Mr. Horace Redwood. The Clerk of the Royal Court repeated himself.

“Mr. Horace Redwood, please.”

Horace felt someone poke him in his ribs and he turned, momentarily jilted from his trance.

“Hey,” whispered the man who had poked Horace. “Ain’t he callin’ you? Ain’t you Redwood?”

Horace looked at the man oddly for a moment, as if he couldn’t understand what the man was saying. Then, all at once, Horace shook himself back to reality and realized that his name had been called; this was his moment.

“Here,” Horace blurted, raising his hand. “I’m here.”

Horace Redwood shuffled past the people he had been standing next to while he waited for his name to be called, and worked his way to the aisle that led up to stand in front of the King’s throne. Horace looked at the faces of Chreos as he moved past them. They were drawn and there was solace in their sunken eyes that reflected the same heartache suffered by Horace and his family. It did not improve his mood to know that he was not the only one who would be looking to the King for help. Horace reached his destination, twenty feet in front of Aplistia, King of Chreos, and looked up at the man as he sat on his throne. Horace’s knees wobbled and the blood drained from his face as he stared up at the King. Horace Redwood was not normally a nervous man, but his current situation was something he had never experienced in his forty-five years of life. It was uncomfortable for him to have to be in this situation. Horace lowered himself to one knee and bowed his head, waiting for his King to address him.

“Mr. Redwood, is it?” said the King dryly. “What matter afflicts you that you must stand before me on this day?”

Horace slowly rose to his feet, looking anxiously to both sides. He was trying, oh so desperately, to calm his nerves, but his situation was just too far beyond him.

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