The Blade Heir (Book 1) by Daniel Adorno

Author:Daniel Adorno
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Lost Coin Press
Published: 2014-08-10T23:00:00+00:00

The soft breeze and warm rays of sunshine entered the open window of the room where Silas slept, waking him from the disturbing images of Draknoir and clashing swords haunting his dreams. He felt a slight stiffness in his shoulder and his head ached terribly, but the pain was the last thing on his mind. He did not know whose bed he lay on or where in Azuleah he might be. He threw the bedsheets aside and struggled to stand on his feet. A stinging sensation emanated from his shoulder and caused him to grab the bedpost to steady himself. He noticed the bandages around the wound for the first time and he gently removed them, curious to see the condition of the wound. The swelling had reduced considerably and the color of the wound had turned light pink, no longer a disgusting dark purple hue. The sight of the wound reminded him of the last few days in the wilderness with Violet, which were a haze of pain and weariness in his mind. Soreness and minor aches plagued various parts of his body—probably unhealed bruises from his wild ride in the river. Nevertheless, his present condition felt immensely better than before. Death would have surely taken him if he spent one more day on that blasted horse. Violet had kept her promise to restore him, and he owed her a great debt for her kindness. Now if he only knew her whereabouts.

Silas searched the small room for any of his armor, but only found the mud-stained undershirt he wore beneath his chain mail and breastplate. He slipped on the shirt and stepped out of the bedroom into a central room where two benches sat beside a smoldering hearth. A tall elf with silver hair sat with his legs crossed on one of the benches. His eyes were closed and he seemed to be meditating. Silas could not remember the last time he had seen an elf, perhaps when he first visited Sylvania with his mother and sister many years past. He walked up slowly to the elf, unsure whether he was a friend or foe.

"I see that you have healed considerably since last night," the elf said placidly, his eyes still shut.

"Yes, most of my wounds have healed. But I do not know where I am," Silas responded "or who you are."

"You are in a cottage near the Burning Woods in Sylvania, the home of Naomi and Violet." The elf opened his eyes. "My name is Siegfried Silverhart, and I have journeyed here from the city of Evingrad."

"From the Breninmaur?" Silas asked.

"Yes, have you traveled there?" Siegfried asked, tilting his head to the side.

"No, but my father ventured there long ago," Silas replied.

Siegfried's eyes narrowed slightly. "I noticed your armor is a different design than the Aldronian standard. Are you a commander or something of the like?"

"Something of the like," Silas answered, unsure whether or not to reveal his royal position. "I am a member of the Drachengarde of Aldron.

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