Night Born (Dagger of the World Book 1) by K. L. Reinhart & Jada Fisher

Author:K. L. Reinhart & Jada Fisher [Reinhart, K. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fairfield Publishing
Published: 2021-07-19T16:00:00+00:00

“Get up, Terak, Reticula. Lord Alathaer’s Brilliant Host have no right to hold you,” Father Jacques said, his voice laced with steel as he tossed open his black cloak to reveal a suit of studded ring mail, with two short hatchets at his belt. In that same moment, the other fathers—both men and women—stepped forward, similarly moving their black gauntlets to the sides of their belts.

But there’s only what, seven fathers against ten mounted elves? Terak was thinking.

“Reticula.” Terak reached out to the other acolyte as his golden-haired guard hissed like a cat. The guard turned, his saber whispering into his slim hands, and faced the fathers of the Enclave. The entire “Brilliant Host” ignored them and closed ranks around Lord Alathaer. Terak and Reticula stumbled back toward the Loranthian Shrine, the scroll still held firmly in Terak’s hands.

“This place is under my protection!” Lord Alathaer said menacingly. “How dare you intrude!”

“And our protection too, my lord. Never forget that!” Father Jacques returned.

There is no way the fathers can win . . . Terak thought. What had he done? What had they gotten themselves mixed up in?

“You fools. Look what the meddling of the Enclave has resulted in: the Mordhuk is loose!” Lord Alathaer spat.

“One Mordhuk? Is that really all that the once-great Second Family is worried about?” Father Jacques laughed. “Or is it that the Second Family are so caught up in keeping their Old Ways that they cannot feel the world turning around them?”

He seemed supremely confident, Terak thought.

And apparently, the human had a right to be. The Chief External continued. “You know the old agreement between our peoples, Lord Alathaer. You were there when they signed that agreement in blood over the silver waters of the moon! Only one person could ever free that scroll. Only one.”

Terak felt Reticula’s eyes on him, and he shook his head. But in his heart, he already knew why. It’s because I’m a null. That pain enchantment broke Torin’s mind, but I could withstand it.

Wasn’t that why the chiefs had sent him here in the first place?

“Only one,” Lord Alathaer said heavily, turning in his saddle to cast a sharp glance back at the two acolytes standing behind the host. Terak noticed Lord Alathaer looking at him intently with something akin to disgust. “He is still too young. There is no way he can protect the scroll’s secrets. In ten years maybe, twenty . . .”

Father Jacques straightened up from his defensive crouch. “And do you think we have another ten years?”

Lord Alathaer made that same angry hissing noise once again and seemed about to continue his argument, but Jacques was insistent.

“The agreement is clear, Lord Alathaer. The winner takes the scroll. Has to take the scroll.”

I do? Terak thought with a twinge of suspicion.

“You are fools,” the elf lord insisted. “And you will damn us all!” The lord held his spear high over his head, and with a shout urged his pony to wheel, with the others of his Brilliant Host turning around him like a flock of birds.

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