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After defeating Meglar at Belsport, Farrell returns to Haven to recover from his injuries, but Khron, the god of war, has other ideas. He gives Farrell a new mission: free the survivors of the ancient dwarf realm of Trellham from their three-thousand-year banishment. To fulfill Khron’s near impossible task, Farrell will need the help of his distance ancestor, the legendary wizard Kel. But Kel has been dead for a thousand years.
Farrell finds information hinting that Kel is alive, so he moves his search to Dumbarten, Kel’s birthplace. To reach Dumbarten unannounced, Farrell and Miceral disguise themselves as mercenaries on board a merchant vessel. Their journey is disrupted when pirates attack their ship. While attempting to subdue the attack, Farrell is struck down by one of Meglar’s minions.
Unconscious and trapped in his own mind, Farrell’s only chance for survival rests with Miceral and the peregrine king Rothdin entering his thoughts and helping him sort fact from illusion. To reach Farrell, they will need to rely on an untested spell from one of Kel’s spellbooks. If they succeed, Miceral can guide Farrell home safely. If not, Farrell will destroy not only himself, but Miceral, Rothdin, and everyone around him.
Leaning back, Farrell bit into an apple, using the back of his hand to wipe the sweet juice that dribbled down his chin. Miceral sat an arm’s length away, twirling a straw in his hand as he stared at the ceiling. The day couldn’t have turned out better. He almost didn’t want to go back, but he’d promised Erstad they’d talk about what he’d found on the plains.
“We should get going.” He tossed the core over the side of the temple. Snapping his right hand out, he made the apple disappear with a pop. “I’ll just open a Door and—”
A loud thud from behind cut him off as the entire ledge shook. He spun around, spell at the ready, then quickly sank to his knees. Miceral joined him, bowing his head in the process.
“HAIL AND WELL MET, FARRELL, SERVANT OF HONORUS. IT IS HIGH TIME YOU CAME HERE SO THAT I MIGHT FULFILL MY PROMISE TO MY FOLLOWERS.”
“Holy Khron, how may I serve you?”
Khron strode forward. Unlike His siblings, He didn’t use an avatar; He appeared as Himself. The silver armor seemed to radiate its own light. Even the shaft of His spear twinkled when He planted it on the stone rooftop.
“LONG HAVE MY DWARVES WAITED FOR YOU TO COME TO TRELLHAM.” Khron’s booming voice—no astral projection—echoed throughout the cavern. “YOU HAVE MY LEAVE TO RISE AND LOOK ON ME AS FAVORED WARRIORS.”
Farrell stared at the massive boot inches from his body. Standing as directed, he peered skyward at the towering thirty-foot god before him. A plumed helmet blocked most of Khron’s face, revealing only His mouth and eyes.
Before he could speak, Khron’s lips curled upward. “MICERAL, I AM PLEASED YOU AND THE SERVANT OF MY BROTHER, HONORUS, HAVE FOUND YOUR WAY TO EACH OTHER AS WE HAD DECREED.”
“Great Khron.” Miceral averted his eyes once he earned the god of war’s attention. “How can I serve you?”
“AFTER MY DECEITFUL BROTHER BROUGHT DEATH AND RUIN TO TRELLHAM, I SAVED WHAT FEW DWARVES WERE LEFT, HIDING THEM IN THIS PROUD CITY. FOR TOO LONG HAVE THEY SUFFERED, WAITING TO BE FREED. YOU, FARRELL, MUST SET THEM FREE.”
Farrell bowed his head to hide his expression. How in Honorus’s name could he free the dwarves? “Great Khron, I do not understand.”
“ALL WILL BE MADE CLEAR WHEN YOU SPEAK TO MY HIGH PRIEST. HE AWAITS YOU IN THE REMAINS OF MY TEMPLE. ALL THAT HAS BEEN HIDDEN WILL BE REVEALED. CHOSEN ARE YOU BY MY ELDER SIBLINGS, HONORUS, LENORE, AND ARRITISA. CHOSEN ARE YOU NOW BY ME. ADD MY BLESSINGS TO THOSE OF MY BRETHREN.”
Khron’s form began to fade, turning translucent as he left this plane. “FULFILL YOUR DESTINY, SON OF THE HOUSE OF KEL. FREE MY DWARVES.”
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Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write.
He currently lives in the Washington, D.C. area with his partner of twenty years, their daughter and dog. In addition to dodging some very self-important D.C. ‘insiders’, Andrew uses his commute to catch up on his reading. When not working or writing, he enjoys soccer, high fantasy, baseball and seeing how much coffee he can drink in a day.
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