Wednesday, November 30, 2022

Seppal Meet 2nd Healer and Seer #MFRWHooks #BWLAuthor #fantasy #swords #magic


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In Seppal, the prophecy has been heard and the Three and Three are awaited.

Ranal’s dead mam once told him one day he would learn why he had been born. He has found two companions, boys like himself who have no home and become seaweed gatherers like he has been. His two friends are developing strange skill. He can see no change in himself but he desires a sword. Then they will be three, Seer, Healer and Warrior

Amera returns to the clan after spending the summer with the king windsteed stallion and six yearlings. What she finds is the slaughtered herd and also the clan. Only one person remains barely alive and tells her Bethera, her cousin and almost sister has been taken by the priestesses and their guards. Not knowing what to do, Amera follows the king stallion to a sheltered glen and a huge cave complex. When the stallion calls her, she follows him to the priestesses’ keep and manages to rescue her cousin and another young girl. During the next few years, her friends develop talents and are becoming the Seer and the Healer. Amera wants to become the warrior but she can’t imagine how she can gain a sword.

Now the Three and Three must join to bring justice, healing, order and change to Seppal.


Take a chance. The thought sounded like an order. With care she climbed down, bracing her boots against the metal of the gate. When she reached the ground, she inhaled deeply and made her way to the small house. She tapped on the unshuttered window.

Bethera appeared. “Come to the door. We have packs to bring.”

Amara gasped. “We?”

“Ciera will come with us. If she stays here, they will punish her for not informing them of the escape.”

“Can we trust her?”

“She’s not one of them. They took her from her family in the large town when she was playing with some other children in the street. She’s been here since her fifth year. She’s learned much but she doesn’t want to remain here.”

Amera felt the warmth of relief. “She can come but we must go quickly before the storm ends.”

Bethera nodded. “Before the guards make rounds to make sure we are sleeping. Come to the door.”

When Amera reached the door, Bethera stepped outside. She carried a pack and handed one to Amera. Ciera followed with two more. They reached the gate. Amera grabbed the rope. “Climb up. Then I’ll tie the packs to the rope and you can pull them up.”

Bethera grasped the rope and started the climb. Amera watched her cousin and stared around the courtyard. Her heart beat rapidly and she prayed her cousin would hurry.

Finally Bethera reached the top and settled. Amera tied the packs to the rope. Bethera pulled them up and unfastened them. When the rope appeared Amera boosted Ciera and watched the girl’s awkward progress. She heard men’s voices and wished the girl would hurry.

Finally Amera caught the rope and climbed. When she reached the top her hands were wet and chilled. As she struggled to untie the rope she nearly fell. She corrected her balance and undid the final knot. The end slipped from her hand and fell to the ground. There was no way to retrieve it. She sighed and dropped to the king stallion’s back. He galloped after the pair of fleeing windsteeds.

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Tena Stetler said...

WOW! Loved the excerpt, sounds like they could be headed for trouble. But what about the sword? I love books like this. Thanks for sharing!

Daryl Devoré said...

Great excerpt. My hands almost hurt at how cold hers were.

Ornery Owl of Naughty Netherworld Press and Readers Roost said...

This sounds like a wonderful adventure. Excellent scene description.