Sword Bearer (Return of the Dragons, #1) by Teddy Jacobs

Author:Teddy Jacobs
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: epic fantasy, teen, Young Adult, dragons, swords, magic, fantasy, adventure, return of the dragons
Publisher: Wicked Evil Press
Published: 2014-02-16T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter XI

I reached down to feel my thigh. The new steel blade felt cold at my side. Part of me missed the wooden sword, and my youth with it. I had worn it for just one day, but already it had felt like an extension of my arm, of my hand, of my mind, and my spirit. And I knew it had been — I had seen my aura extend through my hand into the sword’s pommel and into the sword.

I wondered what the new sword would feel like in my hand. But at the same time I was scared. So many years pining away in my room, worrying about my skin and wishing for adventure, and now adventure was upon me, and what did I feel?

Excitement? Happiness?

No, just hunger. And a little bit of fear.

Was I ready?

Was I really their prince? Or just a boy with a special sword?

My stomach grumbled. In any case, I was hungry.

Which was a good thing, because the food was piled high on the stone table in front of me. I stared at it. I had seen banquets when my parents had entertained. I’d seen tables piled high with food and drink, the air full of the smell of roast pork and venison sausage. I’d heard musicians play their fiddles and guitars and sing ballads of praise for King Lowen, far off in the North, in his castle made of clear wizard’s glass. I remembered being filled with wanderlust, the urge to travel, to see those far off lands.

Now I was in a far off land, in a city I had never even heard of, a city so well hidden that it had been forgotten. And a feast was in front of me, in my honor.

I realized suddenly that everyone was staring at me. When was the last time I’d received so much attention? I looked down at my plate, which was empty.

“Eat, Anders, son of Tomas, and then we will talk. You must fill your stomach before we fill your ears.”

There was laughter, and I looked up. I recognized Woltan across the table. He was smiling and pointing to the food. “Serve yourself, Anders,” he said, his voice now low. “Some of the food may look strange to you, may be strange to you, but nothing here will make you sick. Try a little of everything to start, maybe. And drink some juice. We squeeze our fruits before each meal and blend them to make a refreshing drink.”

I nodded. Woltan stood up and filled my glass. I brought it to my lips and took a sip. It was sweet and tasted very fresh. I took another gulp. I felt energy come into my body. I stood up, feeling all the eyes on me, and served myself from the serving plates around us — a vegetable stew, some type of fowl, perhaps a small kind of chicken, and some fruit cut into slices.

I sat down and began to eat, and I heard the quiet hall reanimate.

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