The First Adventure by Mark Boutros

Author:Mark Boutros [Boutros, Mark]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-23T22:00:00+00:00

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Sabrinia stood on a cliff edge, gazing down at the still, glass-like seawater in Flowforn Basin, the place her father died. She pictured him sitting at the bottom of the cliff, laughing with Lombus and heaving fish into his mouth. She fought back tears and made a promise to herself that when Flowforn was safe, she’d sit there and eat some fish to celebrate his memory.

She turned to Arazod. The sun sparkled against the dungeon keys, hanging on a chain around his neck. He tossed his axe in the air and caught it. He seemed mesmerised by the Witches Split waterfall to the north.

‘Such a pleasant sight, the sea smashing against the rocks, isn’t it?’ he said.

Of course he was mesmerised. It was violent.

Sabrinia considered jumping off the cliff. Why did saving everyone have to be her responsibility? ‘Have any of the Fools caught Karl and Questions?’ It was the question she asked every sunrise since she learned they had escaped the Dead Lands.

Arazod frowned. ‘Not yet, but I’m confident they will soon…’ He coughed. ‘Don’t worry… I’ve demanded they be instantly executed.’ He shrugged. ‘Hopefully they’ve starved to death by now. Or been eaten by beasts.’

Sabrinia wished she could do something. She hated that Arazod wore her father’s cloak. Father… he would know what to do.

‘Now, we need to name…’ Arazod gasped. He pointed down.

‘This cliff?’ She found herself finishing more of his sentences. He thought it was because couples do that, but she was just bored. ‘It already has a name, Celinor’s Sentence. It’s where Queen Celinor used to sentence people to death in the early times of Flowforn. She heard there was a curse over the cliff that damned those pushed off it to never cross into the realm of the dead.’

Arazod nodded. ‘Well we need to rename it now that it’s mine, and the name needs to scare people.’

Of course it did. Power through fear.

He stepped towards the edge and continued speaking, but Sabrinia shut out the noise. Her neck tensed and her head throbbed. She could push him. It would be easy, just one big shove, or kick to the back and she’d enjoy watching his one working wing flap and fail to save him. She wanted to see his head smash against one of the rocks, any rock. It didn’t matter as long as he died.

She shut her eyes… but she couldn’t go through with it. Lord Ragnus would destroy everything. The point was to marry Arazod so Flowforn felt like his kingdom. He would never let destruction come to a place he called home. But the thought of marrying him and being bound to him for eternity made her want to poke hot arrow points into her eyes.

She recalled him kicking the baby Fool. Such a casual swing of his talons. Maybe if she pushed him it would inspire her people to swarm Lord Ragnus. She stepped towards Arazod and raised her palms.

He turned to her and studied her stance. ‘Are you okay?’

She lowered her arms.

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