Warrior of the Ages (Warriors of the Ages) by Karfelt S. R

Author:Karfelt, S. R. [Karfelt, S. R.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Fantasy, warriors, alternate reality, Fiction, strong female characters, Adventure, Action
Publisher: Votadini Publishing
Published: 2013-12-19T05:00:00+00:00

DESPITE HIS WET clothes, he slept comfortably. Kahtar dreamed about Beth and sank deeper and deeper into a blissful oblivion. Of course it didn’t last, always his sins caught up with him. There was no escape from the two thousand year old shade. There was no escape from the hills of Golgotha. It was different this time. A faint, prolonged rumble seemed to follow Longinus in the shade, where he thrust the cursed spear yet again, and blood poured down his arm. In the shade Longinus seemed oblivious to the strange sound but asleep on the porch, Kahtar wasn’t. It kept him half outside of the shade, in two worlds at the same time. Blood ran down Longinus’s raised arm, still warm it splashed across his lips and the sound changed. The rumbling faded, and it was replaced by a faint roar.

There wasn’t thunder, not yet. That thought roused Kahtar, held the shade at bay for the first time ever, and he opened his eyes to a muffled roaring sound, trying to place it, confused as his shade faded.

What does this mean? It took several minutes for his mind to turn slowly from his horrible past.

Under the buffalo blanket Kahtar lay damp, slightly chilled with the warmth of Beth gone.

Her stomach, he remembered. Scanning for her he admonished himself, he’d fallen asleep before tending to her thoroughly. Rising to a sitting position, Kahtar scanned towards the latrine despite the fact that it was an intrusion. It was empty. Then he scanned towards the pond, wondering if she’d gone to the hammock. Tossing the blanket off he rose to stretch, considering his options. If she insisted on trying to escape the veil, he hoped she’d quit drinking standing water. It was then, as he considered the fact that drinking water out of a mud puddle was downright stupid, and that Beth was not a stupid woman, that the sound from his shade clicked into place in his mind.

A car. In surprise he looked towards the driveway, even in the dark of early morning his eyes could make out that only his cruiser sat there. The convertible was gone. Swearing he banged through the screen door, and looked at the iron maiden where he kept keys dangling on the little nubs that jutted out near the eye-holes. Only the cruiser keys were there. His mind raced.

She’d been too terrified to walk through the doorway to sleep in a bed, but Beth had gone into the house to get keys, had taken them right off an instrument of torture. Willet pushed the kitchen door open and with a fresh mug of brack tea in his hand.

“Kahtar? Was that a car?”

“Beth took it! Where the blazes were you?”

“Making breakfast. Call Old Guard.”

“They don’t do cars or Orphans! You know that! Have them drop warriors along the highway. We have to stop her! Put on one of my uniforms. Hurry!”

Willet’s mug of tea hit the floor, spilling the liquid over the floor boards. In the faint morning light it looked dark red, like blood.

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