INBORN (The Sagas of Di'Ghon) by Lawrence J

Author:Lawrence, J. [Lawrence, J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Cerulean Winds Publishing
Published: 2012-04-26T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 30

Churning

Lisella Ontar felt the warmth of the sun on her face as she stood on her balcony waiting to be summoned for the ceremony that would bring her fifty more Bloodborn. The billowing vine of ice blossoms that had entwined her balcony’s stone railing was in full bloom, its light sweet perfume confirming her fears. Irkhir’s scouts reported that the pass was clear and open. The snow and ice that had guarded the only southern entrance to the Anwar Region was completely washed away. Melted! Any gully was now a running stream but other than that the once treacherous trek up the pass, a trip that had felled more of their would-be enemies than the Ontar’s axes ever had, was now nothing more than a beautiful uphill stroll through springtime woodlands.

The wall and its twin gate towers were now the true defense of Ontar Hold. Any army stupid enough to face the Bloodborn would pay dearly for the mistake, but while the huge transformed warriors were away, she wouldn’t put it past the clans to mount an attack right here at her throat.

As Captain of the guard, she needed Tristan right where he was, with his mind and eyes on that pass. Her heart raced a bit at the thought of the man and she stifled it away under the avalanche of worries she had been pouring over in her mind. It amazed and bothered her that, even after all this time, Tristan still affected her the way he did.

It was the Caller’s fault. Ever since she stood there on top of the tower, watching how he and his kiss carried on, the memories of hers’ and Tristan’s young love seemed to keep popping up at the most inopportune moments. Sometimes she couldn’t think straight.

She let her eyes flit across the top of the wall, looking for a reason to be mad at him. Yet all she saw there were crisp and polished men posted at tight intervals. Tristan’s men were the picture of vigilance.

A crinkle of leather behind her caught her attention. It must have been Irkhir. He was the only man they would have let into her chambers without an announcement. He was probably coming to get her for the ceremony. She had to remember that they decided to stop calling it a sacrifice. Too gruesome a name for a gift as heady as what the dra was doing for her people.

“Already?” She asked.

“Mistress.” A familiar harsh voice grated. It wasn’t Irkhir.

Lisella Ontar spun around to find one of the First bowing at the entrance to her balcony.

“What are you doing in my chambers, First?”

“Forgive me my Mistress. You did not hear me calling from the entrance. Irkhir will skin me if I don’t bring you immediately to the chamber.”

When the man’s head rose Lisella recognized the face. It was one of the very first of the Bloodborn. How could she forget him? He was the unfortunate man that had put the first girl into the chamber. He hadn’t liked it one bit.

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