Blurb:
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.
Excerpt:
The three unsaddled windsteeds raced
after the galloping king stallion. As the ruins grew closer, Amera saw three
men leave the opening of the large room. Young, tall and dark-haired. Who were
they? As she approached she studied them. Their green eyes were much like hers
and her companions. The unsaddled windsteeds arrived to face the men.
“Who are you?” Amera asked.
“We are Three,” one said. “Who are you?”
“We
are also Three. I am Amera, Warrior.” She indicated her companions. “Bethera,
Healer. Ciera, Seer.”
The young man laughed. “Ranal, Warrior.
Tegal, Healer and Seval, Seer. Will you join us for a meal? Alas, we have
little food.”
Amera nodded. “We will. Our saddlebags are
full. Spend time with your windsteeds. You have been chosen.” She dismounted
and lifted her packs before unsaddling her steed. “We will await you inside.”
Bethera and Ciera followed her example.
The three entered the large partially roofed room.
“Do we trust them?” Bethera asked.
“They are chosen to be riders,” Amera
said. “We have no choice.” She set about tending to the fire.
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A fortuitous meeting, I suspect.
ReplyDeletefascinating world, intriguing excerpt. They have to trust them...
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