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BLURB:

Two friends have been tested and are acclaimed as a Healer and a Seer. Now the friend who will be the Warrior faces her test. When she succeeds the three travel through a tunnel and down to the lakeside believing they will be sent to an Isle where three crystals stand, one red, one blue and one green. Instead they are told they are part of the Three and three and must find the others.

Three brothers separated as soon as one of them reaches the age of five. They were taken by their father, Prime Voice of Midra in Keltoi. They have all displeased him and have been punished. They escape from their different prisons and must find their way.

Each of the meetings between the two warriors, the two Healers and the Two Seers is an adventure that binds them together. As Three and Three, they must meet the enemy and win.

EXCERPT:

His lip curled. Prime Voice, his father, was an evil man. Loran knew there was nothing he could do to change his father now. In the future? Perhaps. In a flash memories of his brothers rose. Where were they?

As he struggled to read the tattered scroll frustration rose. Three will…What would they do? More words. Healer can. Some broken words/ Warrior and Seer will bring… What? A long section of ink faded to a whisper held the answer but he couldn’t sound out the words.

In frustration, his hands fisted. After drawing a deep breath, he pushed back from the table. To act might destroy the rest of the scroll. He couldn’t do that.

A series of bells began. He counted and frowned. Six bells. Time for the evening meal. Where had the day gone. He hadn’t heard twelve bells to match the midday meal. He returned the scroll to the shelf and pinched the flames of the candles. He left the room and dashed along the halls to the refectory. There he found a place at a table. Soup, meat and vegetables were served. After he finished his portion, he considered returning to the library to search for other scrolls that might provide answers. A jaw cracking yawn reminded him of his exhaustion. He left his place and walked to his cell. If he could leave this place, could he find his brothers? He couldn’t remember how to find the hut in the forest where they had lived. He couldn’t even remember their names. He curled beneath the blanket and opened his mind to the winds.  Before he had a chance to begin a search, sleep claimed him.

The peal of the morning bells woke him. He counted seven chimes, rose, washed and dressed. He scurried to the refectory and carried a bowl of porridge to the table.

He looked toward the head table and quickly bent his head. What was prime Voice doing here? He seldom ate meals in the refectory but ate in his private quarters either alone or with another Voice. Loran’s gut churned but he forced himself to eat.

Before  long, other trainees joined him. While listening to their chatter, he read the winds in the room, Once he finished, he slipped from the room and hurried to the isolated room where scrolls were kept.

He looked for the tattered scroll from yesterday and couldn’t locate it. Odd, he thought. He selected another one and removed the metal case.

Someone entered the small room. Loran stood and saw his father and bowed. Why was Prime Voice here?

His father strode to the table and placed a scroll on the table. Loran saw the missing one. “And?”

“I want you to read of this all you can.”

Loran touched the scroll. “As you can see this is badly damaged. What I found yesterday makes no sense.”

“Don’t defy me. Read.” Prime Voice sat at the table across from Loran.

Loran smoothed the parchment, taking care not to do further damage. “As you can see much of this scroll is damaged and there are missing words and phrases.” He leaned closer. “They will bring…” He held the candle over the blurred words. “Healer healing Seer. He looked up. “Reading is impossible.”

Prime Voice glared. “I order you to continue.:

Fear engulfed Loran. His hands shook. Wax from the candle dripped on the parchment.

Prime Voice grasped Loran’s shoulder. “You clumsy fool. Are you trying to destroy the scroll?”

“No sir.” He could barely force the words out.”

Prime Voice slapped Loran’s right cheek and then the left. He jerked him to his feet and pushed him toward the door. Loran fell. Rage rose but he could not react. Prime Voice gestured to his guards.

“Take him. Lock him in a deep cell.” His eyes narrowed. “He will remain there until I find a replica of the ruined scroll.”

Protests rose to choke Loran. He dare not argue. His face stung from the blows. A guard grasped either arm. Though thoughts of fighting filled his thoughts he realized the futility of such action.

The swordsmen marched him to a ramp and led him down. At the bottom, they opened a door and thrust him inside. The door clanged behind him.

Loran drew deep breaths and fought to calm the anger he felt for such unjust punishment. How could a person read words that had faded into blurs

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