The Sylvan Chronicles Box Set Books 1-3 by Peter Wacht

Author:Peter Wacht [Wacht, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kestrel Media Group LLC
Published: 2021-02-22T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER EIGHT

Unfortunate Meeting

"Good," said Tiro. "First, we will test your knowledge of the forest. Remove your weapons."

Thomas unbuckled his sword scabbard and lay the blade on the Stone. He then pulled the dagger at his hip from its sheath as well as one hidden in each of his boots, and two more from under the sleeves of his shirt, and placed them to the side. He felt naked without his weapons. While bending down he briefly met the gaze of Catal Huyuk and saw the big warrior smile for an instant. The dark and intimidating man obviously approved of Thomas' affinity for steel. At the same time, a look of disappointment flashed across Tiro's face, but Thomas ignored him.

"Return to the Circle in three hours' time. The use of the Talent is forbidden. If you do not return in three hours, you fail."

Return to the Circle? What did he mean by— a brilliant white light flashed directly in front of Thomas, forcing him to duck away. He was careful not to shift his feet, though. He didn't want to fall off the Stone, as there was barely enough room for two people to stand on it. Black spots danced in front of his eyes and the seconds dragged into minutes before his vision cleared. When he rose to his feet again, the haze gone from his eyes, his mouth opened in shock. He was no longer on the Stone. In fact, he had absolutely no idea where he was.

"The first surprise of the day," Thomas muttered to himself. He didn't think it would be the last either.

Only a few seconds before he had stood on top of the highest peak in the Highlands. Now, he was stuck in the middle of the densest forest he had ever encountered. The Burren, with its grasping vines and prickly bushes, didn't compare to his current predicament. Heart trees rose several hundred feet into the sky all around him, the massive trunks and craggy roughness of the bark reminding him of the Isle of Mist. The bushes that surrounded him were twice his height and so thick and tangled they were a more effective barrier than any stonewall could ever be. The bushes pushed in all around him, leaving him little room to maneuver. This wasn't a forest, it was a prison. Worst of all, the dense canopy prevented any light from getting through, creating an unnatural darkness. Though it was early morning, it appeared to be night.

There was no place to go. He didn’t know where he was in relation to the Circle, and even if he did, trying to get there from here could take days. Making his way through the dense overgrowth would be virtually impossible. The thought of using the Talent crossed his mind, however briefly, but he recalled Tiro's words. The Sylvana would know, and he would fail.

No matter. First, he needed to determine his exact position in relation to the Circle. Then he could move on to the next step.

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