Heroes of the Fallen by David J West

Author:David J West [West, David J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Lost Realms Press
Published: 2020-04-05T22:00:00+00:00

On the Night of Great Fear

Mormon the Younger put down the scroll he was reading and went to the window. He had a room on the tall second story of the hall, but from this window he could see little. Since coming to Zarahemla, he had only seen the main avenue leading to the Judgment Hall.

The surgeon who examined Mormon’s leg deemed it well enough to remove the splints his father had placed upon it almost a month ago. They then blessed him and the leg felt better at once. There was never any doubt in Mormon’s mind that prayer works. His own leg was proof of the Lord’s power for those who have faith.

At eleven years old, Mormon was well read, his mother had called him an old soul. He liked that, she called him many sweet things that he reflected on. She had been gone four years now and so much had happened since then.

Father was made governor of the land of Antum, then resigned two years later after growing tired of the city’s corruption. He had been chief of the city guardsmen for many years before that and said he was able to do better in the field than he ever could as governor.

Then Ammaron the Scribe, his father’s uncle, had come to meet him. He visited them for a week and told the boy of a special duty awaiting him. It was overwhelming at first, this sacred charge set before him, to keep a record of the people, to save it for all time as a witness. Mormon accepted, and soon thereafter plans were made for them to move south to Zarahemla to better continue his education.

His father appearing before the Council of Fifty in support of Onandagus had caused quite a stir. Within a few short hours, riots had broken out in the streets. Rabble rousers, his father called them. Onandagus said it was the king men demanding rights. They cried that they were being persecuted, yet they hoped to tear down the rights and laws in order to establish a king. Others who cared not for king men took to the streets to fight. Thieves and anarchists took advantage of the situation.

Mormon the Elder had gone out into the night with a troop of guardsmen to quell the riots and establish peace. There was no knowing when he would return. A few lit candles gave the boy just enough light to read by as he prepared for sleep. They were dim and near to dying as he yawned and read over a scroll borrowed from Onandagus’s library.

Intrigued by the story, he fought to remain awake and see what happened next. It was an old scroll that had come into the chief judge’s possession years ago from a Greek who had come with Phoenician traders. A tale of Ilian. He read how Achilles had rounded on Agamemnon, lashing out at him, not relaxing his anger for a moment. “Staggering drunk, with a dog’s eyes, your fawn’s heart.

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