Metal Mage 2 by Eric Vall

Author:Eric Vall [Vall, Eric]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-01-26T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Once the fires of Lindow had finally been put out, we returned to the castle. It was well after midnight, and I was practically dead on my feet. Despite Aurora and Cayla telling me not to, I had patched up most of the structures that were partially destroyed, and I even rebuilt several homes from ashes. I also erected another wall around the town, not as tall and solid as the one back in Keld, but high enough to deter any idiots.

There were still some families without a place to call their own, but other citizens stepped up and offered their own homes as temporary housing until more structures could be built. Cayla had tried to assure me they’d be fine, that they’d have some kind of shelter erected within the week, but I knew I could have something up before the sun came up. I couldn’t simply get on my bike and abandon these people to the elements, so I did what I could.

By the time we made it back to Eyton, it was near dawn, every part of my body was sore, and the reserves of my magic were as dry as the desert. Cayla and Aurora somehow helped me to bed, but I didn’t remember most of it. All I remembered was diving face first into my pillow, and then I fell into the deep dark void of sleep. My dreams were filled with chaotic flashes and half-formed images, but they all faded to vague smoke as the sun rose in the eastern sky.

When I awoke the next day, it was already well past noon. My mouth was parched, and the rumbling hollow of my stomach is what had finally dragged me back to consciousness. Bright midday sunlight filtered into my room through the large windows, and I blinked groggily around me.

My eyes fell to the bedside table, and I found Stan standing there, staring at me even though he didn’t have a face. It was a little disconcerting.

“G’mornin’, buddy,” I grumbled as I pushed myself upright. My whole body protested, and I bit my tongue to stifle a groan. “Shit. It feels like I just went three rounds with Mike Tyson. Not like that means anything to you though.”

Stan stood there for a moment, and then he turned and pointed toward the opposite side of the room. I turned to follow his gesture, and I saw a plate of food on the table under the window. A folded piece of paper was propped up against it, and I recognized Cayla’s handwriting.

“Perfect,” I moaned as I extended my hand toward the stickman beside me. “Let’s go see what’s for breakfast. Or lunch I guess.”

Stan bent his knees and jumped from the table into my palm. He teetered for a moment as he landed but then regained his balance. He wrapped one of his arms around my thumb and used the other one to point to the window again. He cut a very striking and intrepid profile, and I couldn’t help but laugh even though it hurt more than a little.

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