Apprentice Swordceror by Chris Hollaway

Author:Chris Hollaway [Hollaway, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Sword & Sorcery, Action & Adventure, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Fantasy, Epic, Genre Fiction, Literature & Fiction
Published: 2012-09-27T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 18

Kevon woke in strange surroundings. A strong smell of liniment accompanied the half-wet sensations that lingered where he’d been cut and scraped, and a bandage rode high on his right arm.

It was so dark Kevon could only see the outlines of shapes in the room. A soft snoring noise seemed to come from somewhere above him. He threw off the rough blanket that covered him and dropped his legs over the side of the bed to sit up. He cracked his head on the bunk above him. Swearing softly, he called up a globe of light without thinking. He got a quick glance at the room before thinking better of the magical light, which he promptly dismissed.

What he’d seen in the split-second was enough. His cloak hung on a peg near the door. Two of the other walls each had another two bunks like the one he was sitting on. A single table was the only other furnishing.

Kevon was done playing at being a Warrior. All he wanted to do was get out.

As his eyes readjusted to the small amount of light coming from under the door, his head stopped throbbing. Kevon stood carefully and crept across the room to retrieve his cloak and pull on his boots. He slipped quietly out into the muted light of the hallway, easing the door open and closed under a magically induced hush. He stalked down the hallway past two closed doors that were probably rooms like the one he’d been in. The next door was open; low voices and flickers of light came from inside. It sounded like the kitchen.

Peering around the threshold, Kevon saw a very large man with a meat cleaver talking with three serving maids. A quick pulse of energy through a Movement rune caused a broom in the far corner of the kitchen to clatter to the ground, and Kevon slipped past the door as heads turned away.

Kevon pushed through the door at the end of the hall. Beyond it lay the common room, and as he entered, it went from virtual silence to near chaos. Every head turned, cheers, whoops, and random obscenities spewed forth from those still gathered.

A hand touched his arm and Kevon jerked reflexively. He turned to see the serving maid attached to the hand lean in close.

“Is there anything I can get you, Novice?”

“W-water would be nice.” Kevon blushed so fiercely that the maid leaned in closer.

“Are you certain?” she whispered huskily.

“Yes, just the water!” Kevon called over his shoulder, nearly leaping over a chair to distance himself.

“Have a seat!” Waine called out to Kevon as he passed by the Seeker’s table.

Kevon paused and tilted his head to glare at Waine.

“Relax…” Waine said consolingly. “The rough part is over. Although… Nilda would probably get rough if you let her.”

“Probably,” Nilda agreed from directly behind Kevon, causing him to jump once more.

Kevon turned, still red-faced, and accepted the mug of water from Nilda, who winked and resumed her other duties.

Kevon pulled up a chair and sat down.

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