The Hero of Legend by Demethius Jackson

Author:Demethius Jackson [Jackson, Demethius]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, fantasy, magic, kingdom, legend, hero, wizard, epic adventure, warlord, realmsic
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Seku knew how to go undetected. He had cultivated a manner of being that allowed him to be as unnoticed as a fly on the wall. Now, from a secluded section of the castle’s dungeon level, he quietly observed the military patrols until he spotted the person he’d been waiting for.

“Pssst. Ithgu, over here!” Seku hissed at a young soldier who strutted past.

“Seku! There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you!” Igthu exclaimed.

Seku greeted him with a secret handshake, the same one he’d used since the youth was a small child. “How’s your patrol going?” he asked.

“Fine,” Igthu replied.

“Well, have you been taking care of yourself?” Seku’s tone was fatherly.

“I always do,” Igthu replied. His hair was a stringy, straggly auburn, and his eyes were dark, yet sharp. Seku tilted his head from side to side observing Igthu’s features. “You’re a lot paler than you usually are,” he stated.

Igthu rolled his eyes. “It’s from spending weeks at a time confined here in the castle.”

Seku could detect a hint of hostility in his voice. “Look, I know I haven't been around much to check on you.”

Igthu shrugged. “I do fine around here on my own.”

“I’ve no doubt.” Seku replied. Igthu possessed an independent spirit and largely took care of himself. Seku first met Igthu years ago living as a runaway in Zuleese, a Western Nation city. Since then, Seku had kept a close eye on him, never challenging his independence, but giving him guidance when necessary.

“How have things been for you and the other soldiers?”

Igthu sighed. “It’s slow most days. Pretty much the same boring routine: dungeon patrols, sharpening swords, and polishing helmets.”

He suddenly leaned in closer to Seku. “But I hear that’s all about to change,” he whispered. “I hear the Warlord isn’t done conquering yet. I hope not. I’m really looking to see some action!”

Now Seku rolled his eyes. Although Igthu was seventeen, he was as strong as an adult and was ready to experience combat. “You sound like so many kids your age. Restless.”

“Well, there must be some merit to the rumor,” Igthu said. “I mean, you’re certainly being kept busy these days.”

Seku couldn't argue against the logic. Igthu knew he reported directly to Damian, and the fact he hadn’t been around seemed to confirm the young man’s suspicions.

“What have you been up to?” Igthu inquired.

“You know I can’t tell you specifically,” Seku replied.

“Right!” Igthu clapped a hand to his forehead. “I forgot. There’s a lot of secrecy involved in being the Warlord’s snitch.”

“Don’t call me that!” Seku snapped. “My duty is to maintain order within our ranks, and that entails providing pertinent information.”

“Sure,” Igthu said.

Seku’s face reddened. “The Warlord holds me in high regard!” he stated in a slightly raised voice. “As a favor to me, he’s kept you out of the infantry ranks and placed you in a position where you’d be safe.”

Now Igthu became angry.

“As a favor to you, he’s denied me of my glory!”

“There’s no glory being cleaved in a field, Igthu.

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