Son of Ereubus by J. S. Chancellor

Author:J. S. Chancellor [Chancellor, J. S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9780982743744
Publisher: Rhemalda Publishing
Published: 2010-10-21T06:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

WHY IS THERE

NO BLOOD?

G

arren had just fallen into a deep sleep when Tadraem burst through his door. He sat up, rubbing his eyes.

Tadraem stopped just a foot from Garren. “They are all dead, my Lord. One, a mere boy, was left alive.”

“You’re going to have to be more specific.” Garren rose from the bed, and pulled his cloak tightly around his shoulders. He was so cold, his fingers felt numb.

“Jules and all of his men. They were returning from Ruiari when they were slaughtered. Michael spared only one of them.”

Garren’s eyes grew wide. No Adorian had ever behaved in such a fashion. They usually avoided bloodshed as much as possible — it was their greatest weakness. He knew Michael would be angry over the loss of his men, but he hadn’t foreseen this.

“Are you certain it was Michael?”

Tadraem nodded. “The boy has said little else, but he was certain Michael was in command.”

Garren started toward the door. “Take me to the child.”

Tadraem led Garren to a smaller room at the end of a long corridor and down several flights of stairs. Pushing open a heavy wooden door, they passed the humans who were tending to the boy. One was putting away his armor; the other was preparing fresh clothing for him.

Garren looked at them, pointing to the door. “Leave us!” he barked.

The boy’s clothes were covered in blood, though it did not appear be his own. Still, he shook violently in his chair.

“What’s your name?” Garren placed a hand on the boy’s shoulder, leaning over him as he spoke.

“Micah, my Lord.” he stammered. He was so small. It surprised him that Jules had chosen him for any venture outside of Eidolon. As the boy looked at him, he began to recognize some of his features. He guessed the boy to be in his early teens. He had the same gray eyes that his father had, and same mousy brown hair that fell in curly ringlets about his face.

“Jules was your father?” The boy nodded weakly. He looked as though he wanted to say something, but was hesitant to open his mouth. “What happened to the other men, Micah?” Garren questioned him with as much gentleness as he could muster, but he didn’t have time to coddle the youth. If the winds in Adoria were changing again, he needed to know.

“We surprised them after we found their horses tied behind a large set of stones. There were only three of them at first; a really tall one with huge wings and another with light brown hair. Michael, who spared me, was the third.”

Garren assumed the other men to be Caedmon and Jareth.

“We had them surrounded, when out of nowhere there were hundreds of them, a thousand maybe. They came from the forest and fell from the trees.” Micah drew in a deep breath, and then said in nearly a whisper, “He asked that I speak only with you.”

Garren nodded and looked back at Tadraem, motioning for him to leave.

“You cannot be serious, my Lord.

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