The First Fear_The Empowered Ones by Matthew Olney

Author:Matthew Olney [Olney, Matthew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781981001132
Amazon: 1981001131
Publisher: Independently published
Published: 2018-06-06T00:00:00+00:00

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Chapter 4.

Elian stirred from his slumber; he felt as though he had been asleep for a thousand years and every fibre of his being felt relaxed and peaceful. Slowly, he opened his eyes. Peering over him with concern etched onto her beautiful face was Lizella, even the bandage wrapped tightly around her head did little to dampen her looks, at least to Elian.

“He's waking up,” Lizella said.

Blinking, Elian could feel some of his senses returning. A sharp pain lanced in his side causing him to gasp and throbbing aches emanated from his face and torso. Tears formed in his eyes but he forced them back. He would not cry in front of Lizella; he would be brave. He tried to focus through the pain and took in his surroundings.

He was lying on a bed in what appeared to be a small log cabin. A fire blazed in the little fireplace at the far end of the room making the place unbearably hot. The walls were free of decorations save for a piece of cloth that hung from a nail above the door. Lizella was sat on a rickety looking stool, a worn brown shawl draped over her shoulders.

Just as Elian was about to ask her who she was talking to the door opened and in walked an old man. A tuft of white hair topped the man's head, and a thick white beard covered much of his face. Thick bushy eyebrows were offset by a pair of dark green eyes and a large nose. Of his appearance, the man wore a simple linen shirt, trousers and a pair of worn old leather boots.

He walked over to Elian and placed a cold palm on his forehead. A scowl was on his face, a look of uncertainty and wariness in his eyes.

“Good, it seems to have passed,” the man muttered. “It's dark out; you two can stay here until morning. I fear that after the events of today the woods will not be safe this night.”

Without another word, the man swept out of the room and closed the door behind him. Elian raised an eyebrow as he sat. The sheets were itchy.

“Who is that?” he asked.

Lizella was watching the door as though the old man would return at any moment.

“It's Old Yin. The stories are true. He saved us from Ruy and the others,” she replied a hint of excitement in her voice.

Elian gulped. Memories came back to him. The old man hadn't saved them; he'd saved Ruy and his friends from him. Lizella had been knocked out by the axe handle; she hadn't seen what he had done, what he had almost done. His hands began to shake as the sensation of losing all control flooded back to him.

“Are you ok?” Lizella asked worriedly. She reached over and took his hands in her own and squeezed them tightly.

Elian looked at her hands on his before looking into her eyes. Shame filled him. His foolish plan had backfired spectacularly and they'd both gotten hurt as a result.

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