Legend of the Sword Bearer: Tempest Chronicles Book 1 by Jeremy Fabiano

Author:Jeremy Fabiano [Fabiano, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Violetear Publishing
Published: 2019-02-01T07:00:00+00:00

We arrived at the outskirts of Wallowdale at sundown. The wind had been picking up for the last couple of hours, and dark storm clouds were moving in fast. It would be a night of heavy rain. Off in the distance, we could already see the rain falling.

“Gonna be a cold night tonight once that rain makes it here. There’s likely not going to be much room at the inn. We should likely bunk together tonight.”

We entered the town walls, and wagons took up every bit of space inside. Sai looked back at us. “Likely, there will not be any free rooms tonight. These are the survivors. Let us get ours some help as well.”

On our way to the inn, we noticed an old tree in the town center with dozens of ancient runes, glyphs, sigils, and carvings burned, etched, and carved into its wooden surface. Occasionally, one of the runes glowed a gentle blue, fading out again after a few seconds. I wasn’t sure what that was all about, but it looked like many magical practitioners had worked on this tree over the years. As we walked up to the courtyard of the inn, we saw cots everywhere. The family we had saved thanked us and went in search of their neighbors and friends. We entered the inn and noticed that the more critically wounded survivors were inside. Some people had superficial wounds, and others had blankets draped over them. Weary men loaded them onto gurneys to take out the back door. From the other side of the room, one of the aides screamed, “Cleric! We need a cleric.”

Thudding ran across the ceiling above us, dislodging dust particles. The stairs shuddered as a burly man with a long thick dark red beard and a brown canvas cloak thundered down the stairs. “I’m comin’, I’m comin!” He rushed to the cot-side of his patient and extended his hands over the young boy, and the corner of the room glowed bright green for a few moments. The boy sat up. Damn, this was the first healer we’d seen so far. He squeezed between a few people and headed straight for us. “Do ye need somethin’, or ye just takin’ up space?”

“Uh, no. We just got here,” I said, “Is there anything we can do to help?”

“Help? Ye want to help? Then do somethin’! Anythin’! Hells, go wash some bandages or help the orderlies move patients around.” Outside, thunder crashed and lightning lit up the room. Through the windows, we could see the rain just starting to fall.

We spent the next couple of hours running to and fro helping wherever we could. Morogan and I moved cots wherever we were told, Sai helped with cleaning and sterilizing bandages in alcohol, and Garstil gathered more heal root and other herbs as the supplies were running extremely low. We had also moved as many people as we could into the rooms upstairs, making room for those outside to come in from the rain and huddle around the fire.

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