Book 2 of the Zygradon Chronicles
Excerpt:
Mrillis felt the Threads hum as he approached the Warhawk's winter fortress.
Despite the lateness of the hour and his long ride in icy, dry wind, he felt a
new surge of energy. Somewhere ahead of him, someone had picked up one of
Ceera's many trinkets of star-metal and had disturbed the Threads. They made a
particular resonance that couldn't be mistaken for any other vibration when
someone touched the Threads with their imbrose. A Noveni had discovered
he had just enough Rey'kil blood to sense the presence of the Threads. That was
likely why the Warhawk had requested him to make the journey from the
Stronghold at this time of year.
Interesting, Ceera agreed, when he touched a Thread and sent the information and his impressions back to her. Whoever it is will want training immediately. I wonder if they'll request that you or I train the new Valor? I've had a long, hard day and I'm going to bed now. Please don't wake me with the news, no matter how important this one thinks he is.
Yes, my Lady. I hear and obey.
A sensation like a light slap on his cheek came through their connection, which broke with an almost audible snap. Mrillis snorted and grinned into the winds that bit at his exposed skin. A new Valor waited for him at the Warhawk's fortress. He didn't know what amused him more; the new name that had formed in less than a moon's time for those Noveni who had discovered their imbrose and were tapped for guardianship of the vales, or the nobles among the Noveni who insisted that only the Queen of Snows or High Scholar Breylon should be their teacher.
How things had changed, in
only a few moons. Why was it that the Noveni believed so easily in the
existence of the Zygradon, when no one but those who had forged it could see or
touch it? Why was it such a high honor to be named a guardian of the Vales, and
by extension a guardian of the Zygradon? And why was it such a sought-after
situation, to have magic, when only this past spring all Noveni hated and
feared Rey'kil and wanted to migrate as one body to Moerta?
Interesting, Ceera agreed, when he touched a Thread and sent the information and his impressions back to her. Whoever it is will want training immediately. I wonder if they'll request that you or I train the new Valor? I've had a long, hard day and I'm going to bed now. Please don't wake me with the news, no matter how important this one thinks he is.
Yes, my Lady. I hear and obey.
A sensation like a light slap on his cheek came through their connection, which broke with an almost audible snap. Mrillis snorted and grinned into the winds that bit at his exposed skin. A new Valor waited for him at the Warhawk's fortress. He didn't know what amused him more; the new name that had formed in less than a moon's time for those Noveni who had discovered their imbrose and were tapped for guardianship of the vales, or the nobles among the Noveni who insisted that only the Queen of Snows or High Scholar Breylon should be their teacher.
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