Into the Realm: The Chronicles of Carter Blake, Book I by R.w. Foster

Author:R.w. Foster [Foster, R.w.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: R.w.Foster, MagusBooks
Published: 2014-06-28T04:00:00+00:00

2

Around mid-day, we came to a swift moving brook. We stopped to drink and refill our water skins.

“Where do we go from here, Carter?”

I pointed across the running water. “That way.”

“What be in this direction?”

“I don’t know. Something is pulling me in that direction.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Tell me something.”

“If possible. Remember, me memory has nae come back yet.”

“This is something recent.”

“Alright. What be yer question?”

“Why are you traveling with me? Not that I don’t want you to, I’m curious as to your reasons. As you say, your memory isn’t back yet.”

“True. However, somethin’ within tells me tae trust ye, so I do.”

“Fair enough,” I said. “Thank you for that trust. Shall we proceed?”

At her nod, I swept her off her feet and carried her across the brook. She giggled and wrapped her arm around the back of my neck. As we reached the other side, and I had my foot on the bank, I detected an unfamiliar, yet not, voice. “Aw, isn’t this cute?”

I glanced over and spotted a petite girl about my age. Her tousled brown curls danced in the breeze. She was slender with short, thick hands which looked as if they hit a lot of things on a frequent basis. Something about the way she stood made me think she knew how to fight with her body. Her weight was balanced on the balls of her feet, knees bent, elbows cocked, and ready to throw blows. Piercing dark brown eyes danced between me and Dearbhaile.

Next to her was an ebony scaled monstrosity which could only be a demon with a pair of forward-growing horns above its eyes and short horns growing upward from its forehead. Evil radiated from the demon’s hate-filled visage. He leered at us, revealing a mouthful of jet teeth. A serpentine tongue slithered out of its mouth. He, too, seemed ready to fight.

As I set Dearbhaile on the ground and moved her behind me, I perceived the unnatural beast wore a sheathed white sword at its side. The demon’s interested crimson eyes watched my movements. I drew my sword, the familiar coldness racing up my arm, across my chest and into my stomach. ‘Interesting development.’ The monster’s eyes brightened and the twisted face grew even more hate-filled if possible. The demon looked at its side, then back at the blade in my hand.

“Impossible,” he hissed.

“What?” said the girl in a distinct feminine voice.

The demon pointed at me. “Somehow, this elf-lover,” the monster all but spat this last, “has an identical blade to my own.” To me, he snarled, “Where did you get the weapon?”

Before I could answer, the mysterious, yet recognizable, girl interrupted, “Take the sword from his corpse. Who cares where the thing came from?”

While the odd pair was distracted, I whispered to Dearbhaile, “Run and hide. I’ll keep these two occupied.”

“Be careful, Carter,” she said before disappearing.

I refocused my attention on the other two and discovered them watching as Dearbhaile was enveloped by the verdant forest. I raised my sword and pointed the white blade at them.

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