Guardians of Magessa (The Birthright Chronicles Book 1) by Peter Last

Author:Peter Last [Last, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Bluewater Publications LLC
Published: 2014-06-14T07:00:00+00:00

Six

Lemin, Timothy, Vladimir, Senndra, and the rest of the cadets from the academy in Belvárd watched as rank after rank of soldiers flowed over the wall and into the city. There was already a small army inside, and not even all of the humans were inside. The last of them scaled the wall using ropes and makeshift ladders and used the gatehouse stairs to descend to the ground. For a moment all was silent on the wall then, from inside one of the towers, the elves marched in ranks down the wall. At the head of the column walked a solitary elf. He was clean-shaven and wore no helmet, so it could be seen that he had short, blond hair. His breastplate was not decorated with the same insignia as those of the men from Gatlon; instead, a picture of a sword crossed with a palm leaf graced his armor. The metal bracers on his arms could not hide the huge muscles underneath, and his greaves had a hard time containing the elf’s highly muscled legs. A short sword hung at his side, and an elegant battle ax was slung on his back. He approached the grand admiral of Saddun.

“I am Grand Admiral Wellter of the city of Lêf, at your service,” he said, making a fist with his right hand and hitting the left side of his chest with it. He left the fist on his chest for a second before allowing it to drop.

“It is I who am at your service,” the grand admiral of Saddun replied, imitating the elf’s gesture. “Indeed, if not for you, we would be lost. Your coming has saved us.”

“Wellter?” Lemin blurted suddenly, a question on his face.

“Lemin?” the elfin grand admiral said, staring at the magician. Suddenly he was running across the wall, and then the two elves were embracing and slapping each other on the back.

“What have you been up to, you old hooligan?” Lemin asked, releasing Wellter. “A grand admiral? You must have done something with your life after I left.”

“Just normal military promotion,” Wellter tried to explain. But Lemin wouldn’t accept that answer.

“Yeah right; I've been in the military a lot longer than you, and I never made it that high.”

“I pulled off some important victories in a war in…” Wellter glanced at the nearby humans, “the land over the sea. I actually brought about the final victory which is, after all, a big deal.”

“Sure, that’s ‘just normal military promotion,’” Lemin snorted. “I should have known that you would have been at the front of the war.”

“So you have heard of it, then?” Wellter asked.

“Only bits and pieces, but I did gather that the…” Lemin coughed as he caught himself. “I did gather that those in the north were advancing on the city between the rivers.”

“Indeed,” Wellter responded. “They were trying to wipe out all of those that worship Elohim. Actually, their plan was to pass us by and attack another tribe to the south; however, that tribe was our brother in the religious sense.

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