The Forgotten Magicks: The Academy's Call by Caden Nantes

Author:Caden Nantes [Nantes, Caden]
Language: eng
Format: epub, pdf
Publisher: Caden Nantes
Published: 2019-09-11T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Ten

Inner Darkness

Barind swung his axe left and right, up and down. His dwarven arms never tired, especially just after he'd been sharpening his favorite axe! He spun the axe around, and it elongated, turning from a battle axe to a war axe. Spinning it around again, it turned into a pole-axe, which he twirled around his body. The door opened, and he spun around, nearly taking the head off a small dwarf.

His terrified face stared back at Barind for a moment before he swallowed and said, "The other generals request your presence. They will say no more until you are there, only that it is of utmost importance,"

Barind frowned as he spun his axe until it was battle-axe size again. He slung it across his back and nodded to the dwarf. "Lead the way."

The dwarf lead him through the winding hallways of Marrugdan, home of the dwarves. Murals of the stout warriors battling great beasts adorned the walls. Under them were the names of various generals, such as 'Girran the Great' and 'Bryrin the Brawn'. Barind stopped beside Bryrin's mural of the dwarf rushing into battle against a huge basilisk. He wielded a battle axe in one hand, a shield in the other. As Barind watched, the battle axe changed to a war axe, and then a pole-axe. Such was the magic of the murals, and his great-great-grandfather's weaponry.

He shook his head and hurried to catch up to the small dwarf, who turned a corner and disappeared from sight. Rounding the same bend, Barind came upon a large wooden door, which the smaller dwarf was straining to open.

Barind stepped forward and pushed the door open, causing the other dwarf to involuntarily stumble inside. Axes and other weaponry were shown inside glass displays mounted to the wall, with wording under them much like the murals. Several tables lay scattered about the room, with various maps and trinkets laying upon them.

What drew Barind's attention was the large stone table in the center of the room. Battle plans were strewn across its surface, and stone chairs bearing angry dwarves sat around it. The dwarves shouted at each other all at once, so Barind couldn't hear a single word.

He cleared his throat. When nothing happened, he did it again, only much louder. Every dwarf froze. Slowly, they turned to look at him. Then they all started shouting again. Barind grit his teeth and yowled, "Be quiet!"

The yelling stopped, and Barind continued. "You're all acting like halfling infants, not dwarven generals!"

With that, a few gazes dropped, and others turned guilty. To the ones that did neither, Barind said, "Why did you summon me? And why are ya'all shoutin'? The last time this happened was when we made an alliance with the elves during the Great War!"

One of the dwarves, Drerund, curled his lip. "This is the exact opposite. In fact, instead of fightin' orcs 'n ogres, we're fightin' the elves!"

Barind was taken aback. "What? Why? What're you talking about?"

"What he's talking about," said Aiergduun, one of the other generals.

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