The Wizard of Quintz: A coming of age LitRPG by Ember Lane

Author:Ember Lane [Lane, Ember]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Speared Moon Ltd
Published: 2021-02-07T22:00:00+00:00

20

Melody marched along a great stone corridor. Merl followed her with Quaiyl and Billy at his side. Behind them, Frank and Desmelda muttered and whispered to each other.

“’Telligent folk,” Billy said. “They can’t accept nothin’—have to look at everythin’—and in the doin’ they understand nothin’.”

Merl nodded. He agreed with Billy. While Frank and Desmelda had argued and reasoned the first part of the morning away, Billy and Merl had come up with a perfectly good explanation of what Melody was and wasn’t. She, they’d decided, was the Queen of the Constructs, and that summed up the current and past situation. She commanded all other constructs.

Frank had tried to derail their explanation by pointing out that a queen couldn’t conjure subjects from thin air. So, after minimal discussion, Merl and Billy added a caveat. She could magic them into being as, not only was she queen, she was also head sorceress. They both agreed that their explanation now solved everything, and further debate wasn’t needed.

Frank and Desmelda then found something new to argue about, namely her origin. They questioned her method of conjuring constructs out of thin air when Stobart had needed the blocks of food and materials. They wondered who she was and where she fitted in to the prophecy. At first, they had postulated that she was, in fact, a lord, but then decided that she couldn’t be because she’d be much more powerful. Whatever avenue their path of reason turned down, it was always presented with a dead end, and so they were still debating it as they followed.

No, Merl thought, his and Billy’s explanation is infinitely better. If Melody wanted to explain exactly what she was, then she’d do so in her own good time.

“Why can’t you just accept it, Frank?” Merl called back. “You got yer twenty swordsmen, you got your twenty spears, and you got your ten bows. We got us a quest in front of our noses, so, as me old dad used t’say on dippin’ day, let’s roll our sleeves up an get it done.”

“Because, Merl,” Frank began to say something but quickly concluded it with a, “never mind.”

The corridor opened up to a tall and lofted hall that was steeped in shadows and had a vast bell lurking right above their heads. A huge set of ironbound gates rose up, pointed at their top. Melody snapped her fingers, and the gates swung inward with a spine-twisting creak. Blinding light streamed in, angled only slightly, which told Merl it was close to noon. Those rays pierced fat ivy vines that were slowly ripped from the opening gates. A bank of undergrowth reared like a thick hedge from a gutter of earth that had settled against the gates and blocked their way.

Melody retreated. “You have your quest. Remember, knock thrice on the doors and they will open so that you may return to me and receive your reward.” She shimmered, she faded, and then she was gone.

“Okay,” Frank said. “The vanishing thing’s new. We might have to rethink what she is.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.