The Priest: An Epic Fantasy Saga (Origins Book 1) by James Eggebeen

Author:James Eggebeen [Eggebeen, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Aethon Books
Published: 2021-04-05T16:00:00+00:00

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Itinerant

Sulrad

Sulrad rose with the sun and finished off the last of the roasted root vegetable from the night before. He was relieved that no one else had tried to interfere with him during the night, but the woods were not safe. He needed to move on, but where? Rotiaqua had said she was in Frostan. He could go there to seek her out and see why she had become so shy about talking to him via magic. Was it that she was in the castle now? Or was there something else?

But, before he sought her out, he needed coin. He would purchase clothes that fit in better with the populace. The robes he wore in Amedon marked him as a wizard and the clothes he’d taken there no longer fit. He’d need to purchase something more suitable and that meant coin.

If only he could get the collar off.

He tried a variation of the spell he used to create his shelter, drawing on the power of the crystals once more, but nothing happened. Were the crystals depleted? It was once again as if he had no magic whatsoever.

Crystals. There were crystals in the collar. He picked at it, searching for some flaw in the sky iron that would let him release it. Maybe beneath one of the crystals.

He picked at a small crystal, but it was fastened firm.

He placed the tip of his sky iron knife against one of the stones and pressed.

He slipped and cut his own throat. Not enough to bleed too badly, but it hurt, and it frightened him.

“This just won’t do.” He had taken to talking to himself as if he might some day get an answer.

“Ran. What say you?” He grasped the tiny figure that hung about his neck. Ran had been silent since the collar went on.

“Nothing to say?” Sulrad yanked at the thong that held the figure of Ran in place. What good was Ran anyway? Maybe he could use the statue to protect himself as he worked at the collar. He jammed the figure between his flesh and the cold iron. Maybe the flat of the blade? This time, he managed to loosen one of the stones. As the stone popped free, there was a tiny whoosh. It was as if something had rushed in to fill the hole left by the stone.

Sulrad placed the tip of the blade into the hole and twisted. It made a grating sound, but that was all. He tapped gently, not wanting to repeat his earlier failure that resulted the flesh wound.

Nothing.

Try as he might, he could not loosen another stone. They were attached as firmly as if the iron had been forged around them. But yet, there was something. Just a tiny bit of magic was now leaking through the collar.

There might yet be a way, but there was no point in waiting around the woods. The longer he remained there, the more danger he was in. This he knew in his heart. The wizards of Amedon were after him.

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