Prophecy of Swords by M. H. Bonham

Author:M. H. Bonham [Bonham, M. H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy, Fiction
Publisher: Sky Warrior Books
Published: 2010-05-05T04:00:00+00:00

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"Where’s he going?" Foxfire asked as he stood beside Joreid, watching Romarin ride off into the darkness.

Joreid handed Foxfire the parchment. "He has gone to find the Lachlan," she said.

Foxfire unfolded the parchment. On it was a single rune: Eihwaz.

Chapter Thirty-Two

Shadowhelm entered the throne room and stood before the king of the Laddel. The Shara’kai had seen Eleion before, but never one as old. Although Laddel’s face was ageless, his silver hair was almost completely white. His golden eyes were almost translucent and held a power that Shadowhelm could not begin to guess. The crown that sat on his head was a little more than a circlet – a braid of gold and silver that twisted into forms of dragons.

The throne room, itself, was quite plain. The throne was oak with intricate carvings and the wooden floors were bare of any coverings. A firepit sat before the throne with an opening to the sky.

Shadowhelm bowed and Kalena and Kelersil followed. "Your Majesty honors me with your presence," Shadowhelm said.

"Arise, Shadowhelm of the Northmen," said Laddel, his voice strong. "Ni'yah told me that you would seek the Sword of the Lachlan."

Shadowhelm smiled in spite of himself.

"I see you’ve already met Ni'yah," the King said. "Oh yes, I recognize your expression." He stood up. "Come closer, Shadowhelm, so that I might see you better."

Shadowhelm strode forward and met the old Eleion's gaze. At once, he felt the mental push against his defenses. Shadowhelm did not flinch, nor did he yield. "You are much like Romarin," Laddel said at last. "But you are even more like Lachlan. Romarin came to me years ago, seeking Uruz, but he did not wield Eihwaz."

"You knew Lachlan?"

Laddel smiled. "Aye, I did," he said.

"How can that be?" Kalena asked.

Both turned to her. "Quite easily," said Laddel. "I did not die."

Shadowhelm almost laughed, but stared at the king in amazement. "You’re over a thousand years old?"

"I am over six thousand years old," Laddel replied. "Our people are a warrior-race, Shadowhelm – we would live longer if we didn't kill each other so readily. Even before the rift that caused us to form the Houses, the Eleion were always fighting each other. Such is the way of the children of gods."

"Children of gods?" Shadowhelm repeated.

"My young friend, Lachlan, Elsonre, and Allarun were the last of those, save myself and Silvain, who were sons of gods. All the Houses came from the godlings who carved out our own kingdoms – Lochvaur, Lochel, Redel, Elesil, Haell, Silren, Falarel, Eltar, and Laddel. Have you ever wondered how those names came to be? Each House was named after the warlord who became king – or queen.

“I am the son of Ni'yah who founded the Laddel kindred. Just as Lochvaur was the son of Rhyn'athel. Haell was the son of B'lander, the fire god. Eltar was the son of Areyn Sehduk."

“How can this be true?” Kalena asked. “We don’t live that long.”

"No, because you either die in battle or the blood has thinned," Laddel replied. "The time of Eleion has almost passed – it is time for the descendants of the Eleion.

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