The Sword Of Bayne Omnibus by Ty Johnston

Author:Ty Johnston [Johnston, Ty]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: L.M. Press
Published: 2011-09-12T23:00:00+00:00

Part VI: The King

As a monster of a hand, twice that of Bayne’s own grip, reached for him, the warrior encountered the nearest thing to terror he had experienced in his existence. It was not so much fear, though, as a dreadful curiosity of the unknown. Bayne had never seen another man as big as himself, let alone as large as the gigantic crowned figure looking to touch him. Too, of all the strange things he had witnessed in his time climbing that mountain in Ursia and here in this strange world, none could compare to the sight of this bulky, muscled figure standing atop him. All other weird tales lost their luster in comparison.

But Bayne was still filled with battle fury, and his senses and instincts were sharp. He kicked off the ground, away from the giant man who strangely had called him by the name “Aris.” The warrior landed in a crouch, his eyes darting about for anything that could be used as a weapon.

The crowned figure stood straight, towering over Bayne, nearly twice the height of the stranger to this world. “This is foolish,” the giant man said. “Aris, you must come with me. There is much I should tell you.” He held out a hand.

Bayne gritted his teeth. The crown signified this monstrosity as the king of this land. It was time to deal punishment, a harsh lesson on reality. His target, that mysterious figure who had held no face until now, was before him, the man responsible as leader of this world of fools.

Bayne snapped out a hand, gripping the king’s wrist. The limb was too large, however, for the warrior’s fingers to fully encircle. Visions of tugging on that arm and swiping up his other hand to break the appendage danced through the warrior’s head.

But it was not to be.

Bayne pulled.

There was no budge. Not even an inch.

Instead, the king’s hand flipped under and over Bayne’s smaller mitt, engulfing the warrior’s own wrist.

Then the king smiled again.

And there was a flash of light in Bayne’s eyes, a flash similar to the one that had brought him to this world in the first place when he had fallen into the heated pit inside the mountain.

This time, however, consciousness did not wane for the warrior. Inside he seethed with anger, expecting to lose more of his precious memory, but surprise quickly dawned for Bayne. He found himself still on one knee, a wrist gripped by the giant king, himself practically kneeling before the royal figure as they appeared on a long, scarlet rug in the middle of another colossal chamber, though Bayne could make out gray, cut stone walls behind rows upon rows of white marble pillars.

The room was at least as long as a longbow’s maximum range, and it’s width reached a third that distance. As Bayne glanced about, he took note of a pair of tall dark wooden doors far behind him, and in the distance past the king were a half dozen pale

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