The Godling Chronicles : Bundle - Books 1-3

by Brian D. Anderson

  Gewey smiled. “Thank you.” He rose to his feet and dressed. As he attached his sword to his belt, Theopolou entered. Akakios followed just behind.

  “I will be awaiting you in the Chamber,” said Theopolou. His eyes were somber, and for the first time Gewey noticed age on his face creeping in. “You should wait here for only a few minutes after I leave. I am told Eftichis is already there.”

  Gewey's lips tightened. His connection with Kaylia had released the stress of the coming fight, but the mention of his opponent’s name brought it flooding back. “I'll be there. Is Felsafell with you?”

  “No,” Theopolou replied. “He was already gone when I went to his room.” Before Gewey could reply, Theopolou and Akakios bowed and left.

  Gewey took a deep breath and squared his shoulders.

  “Remember why you fight,” said Linis. “And remember what you are. To face you is to face death.”

  This stabbed at Gewey. He knew it was true. Since leaving his small village, death had become a part of his existence. He had killed many times. Now he was to once more be the bringer of death. He steeled his wits. So be it.

  Linis studied Gewey for a moment. “Good. You have the same look in your eyes that Lee had, just before he fought Berathis.”

  Gewey checked his sword and moved to the room’s exit. “I know what I must do.” With that, he pushed back the flap and made his way into the main hall.

  Following Theopolou’s instructions, he waited there for only a few minutes before leaving. Once outside of the tent, the chill of the morning air washed over him. He filled his lungs and surveyed his surroundings. The camp was quiet. Only a few scattered elves roamed about. Gewey guessed that most were already waiting in the Chamber of the Maker to witness the pudnaris. The stillness made him shiver.

  As he made his way to the Chamber, the few elves he encountered stared at him, not with hatred as he would have thought, but in wonder.

  “Why are they looking at me like that?” Gewey asked.

  “They marvel at your courage,” Linis replied. “I imagine most thought you would flee.”

  “Perhaps I should,” Gewey joked. “Maybe I should just grab Kaylia and head east.”

  “I wish that were possible, my friend. If it were, I might even come with you.”

  “I doubt that very much,” said Gewey, with a short laugh.

  The Chamber of the Maker was no less impressive by day. In fact, the light of the morning sun caused it to glow even brighter that last time he had seen it. As they approached, the rumble of the crowd grew more intense. Gewey dreaded the silence his arrival would cause. His heart pounded in anticipation. Just as he reached the entrance, he spotted Felsafell leaning lazily against the statue base. He was dressed in his customary skins, and carried his gnarled walking stick.

  “I see you come,” said Felsafell. “I see you go.”

  “Aren't you coming inside?” asked Gewey.

  “I care not for fighting,” he replied. “No, indeed. When the young fights the younger, sadness only - sadness and pain. I wish not to see such things, oh, no.”

  “Then you are leaving?” asked Linis.

  “For now,” answered Felsafell. He took a few steps forward. “We'll meet soon enough. Again and again, I think.”

  “You know more than you're saying,” said Gewey.

  Felsafell grinned impishly. “I know much. I tell much. But do not tell all, as I do not know all. Find your road child of heaven. I'll meet you alongside.” As he walked past Gewey and Linis, he stopped and pressed a small key into Gewey's hand. It was gold, and bore no markings.

  “What's this for?” Gewey asked.

  “What is a key for, you ask.” Felsafell laughed. “You know this already. Oh, yes, you do. And now I say farewell.” He continued until he was out of sight. Gewey shoved the key into his pocket and looked at Linis, who only shrugged.

  “I suppose it's just another one of his mysteries,” said Gewey. “If I live through this, maybe I'll solve it.”

  The moment he and Linis entered, the Chamber fell silent. He peered down to the Chamber floor. There stood Theopolou, Eftichis, and another elf who Gewey assumed was Eftichis' second. Eftichis was dressed as he had been the night before, with a long knife hanging loosely from his belt.

  As Gewey approached, his eyes met with his opponent’s. Their gazes locked for what seemed like an eternity. Gewey knew that soon those eyes would be dull and lifeless by his hand. He pushed the thought from his mind and turned his attention to Theopolou.

  Theopolou addressed Eftichis. “I ask you one last time to withdraw from this challenge.”

  Eftichis drew his weapon slowly and leveled his gaze. “I will not.” His voice was even more determined and commanding than the previous night. “This human, shall either flee, never to return, or die.”

  Gewey drew his weapon, allowing it to take in the flow. The power within him rapidly grew until the very foundation of the Chamber trembled. The world around him seemed to grow smaller and insignificant. The elves before him, as well as those in the gallery, were as children to his eyes. The Chamber of the Maker itself was at his command. He had never before felt so much of the flow passing through him.

  Then it occurred to him. The building itself had been created by channeling such power. Inside this structure, it was as if a river with the power of the earth had become a raging hurricane. He took another look at Eftichis. The elf was now clearly frightened, though he was trying hard to mask it.

  “I ask you one last time,” Gewey's voice boomed, causing the others to wince. “Do not do this.”

  “What are you?” screamed a voice from the crowd.

  “Demon,” cried another.

  “I am no demon,” Gewey said to the crowd. “You will find out soon enough what I am.” He turned back to Eftichis. “Do you still wish to fight me?” He tried to lessen his hold on the flow, but it was replaced with an aching sadness, along with a yearning for its return. Still, after a few moments, he managed to release it.

  “Now more than ever.” The elf, though shaken, was grimly determined. “I would not have one of my kin bonded to such a creature, nor would I have my people follow you to their doom.” Gewey was taken aback.

  “Oh, yes,” Eftichis continued. “I know why you are here. We all do. And I would spit my last breath in your face before standing by your side.” This brought cheers from several throughout the gallery.

  “Give me your knife,” Gewey said to Linis, as he sheathed his sword.

  Linis did as he was asked. “What are you doing?”

  “Only what I have to,” Gewey whispered, then turned back to Eftichis. “Linis shall hold my blade and I shall fight with his.” He removed his sword and gave it to Linis. Linis opened his mouth to protest, but a quick glance from Gewey stopped him short.

  “What is this?” Eftichis demanded. “You think to mock me?”

  Gewey examined the knife, then looked up. “I am not mocking you. If I use that sword, you will die without a fight. I would not see you come to such an end. If I have to kill you, you will die with honor.”

  Eftichis could only stare in amazement. “Are you certain?” asked Theopolou.

  Gewey nodded and stepped forward. “Linis has trained me well, as has Kaylia, my future unorem. I will not have our union tainted by dishonor.”

  Eftichis removed his long knife and took a dagger from his second to replace it. “Then we shall face each other as equals.”

  Gewey smiled as he felt the flow entering his opponent. Though it was far less than he himself could channel, it was nearly as much as Linis, or even Theopolou, would be able to manage.

  Theopolou, Linis, and Eftichis' second backed away to the edge of the platform.

  “Are you ready?” Eftichis’ voice dripped with menace.

  Gewey crouched low and allowed the power to rush through him. “I'm ready.” This time the flow was much less than before. And though he could feel the power held within the Chamber, he could no lon
ger use it. He waited for Eftichis to lunge.

  He didn't have to wait long. The elf rushed at Gewey with blinding speed, fast enough to rival even Lee, but instead of striking directly, the elf rolled left and slashed at Gewey's right thigh. Gewey was only just able to avoid the cut as he spun away.

  Eftichis smiled with satisfaction. “You have been well trained, I see.” The dagger shifted in his grasp. “That is good.”

  Again the elf charged, but this time he did not strike. Instead he whirled around and pushed Gewey's shoulder hard with his empty hand. Gewey nearly lost his balance and staggered back a couple of steps. Eftichis pressed his attack, attempting to drive his knife into Gewey's stomach and only just missing.

  Gewey knew what he needed to do. He drew back, allowing his blade to hang loosely in his hand. Bring him close.

  Once again Eftichis charged, but this time Gewey was ready. Eftichis feigned left, then thrust underneath Gewey's guard. Gewey caught the arm of his attacker and heaved upwards, sending the elf sprawling.

  Gewey did not hesitate. He sprang after his opponent and slashed the hand that wielded the knife. To Gewey's surprise, the elf somehow managed to regain his footing and flip the dagger into his other hand. Blood gushed from the open wound onto the pristine floor.

  “Well struck.” Eftichis grimaced in pain. “But this fight is far from over yet.”

  In a flash, Eftichis was on Gewey again, twisting, and thrusting - driving him back. Gewey tried to counter, but the elf's skill was astounding. Even with the power flowing through him, he was only just able to avoid being slashed to ribbons. Finally, Gewey saw an opening. The elf dodged left, attempting to get behind him, but he stepped just a hair too far. Instead of bringing his blade down, Gewey’s left hand came across, his fist smashing hard into the temple of Eftichis. The elf staggered and fell to one knee. Gewey raced in, grabbing his opponent’s wrist and twisting hard. As Eftichis’ knife slid across the floor, Gewey pinned him firmly down.

  “You must yield to me,” he demanded.

  Eftichis' eyes were aflame with fury. “We do not yield, human! Finish it and be done.”

  “You would have me end your life?” asked Gewey. He released the elf and got to his feet. “As you would end mine?” He turned his back.

  Eftichis glanced at his dagger several feet away, but made no move to retrieve it. “I would. It is our way.”

  Gewey spun around and tossed his dagger onto the floor directly in front of Eftichis. “Then kill me.”

  Eftichis reached down and picked up Gewey's weapon. He stared at it for a long moment before rising slowly to his feet.

  Gewey walked up to Eftichis and placed his hand on the elf's shoulder. Eftichis tried to back away, but Gewey held him fast.

  “What are you doing?” the elf cried. “This is not...”

  “Not what?” said Gewey. “You want me dead. You think my bond with Kaylia is wrong. So kill me.”

  Their eyes met.

  “Do it,” Gewey whispered. “Or yield.”

  Eftichis pressed the knife to Gewey's chest. The gallery was silent. Then came the sound of metal against stone as the dagger fell to the floor. Eftichis dropped to his knees and bowed his head. “I yield.” He raised his head and looked to Theopolou. “I release my claim and yield to the mercy of my adversary.”

  Theopolou stood silent for a moment, then stepped forward. “Gewey Stedding. The life and honor of this elf is yours. What shall you do with it?”

  “Eftichis is master of his own life,” replied Gewey. His voice echoed throughout the Chamber. “As for his honor - in my eyes, it is without question.”

  Theopolou bowed his head slowly. “Then the pudnaris is at an end.”

  The twang of a bow sounded. Gewey, still awash in the flow, saw the arrow coming and twisted his body just as it reached him. He felt a sharp pain as it tore through his shirt and cut across his chest.

  A voice cried out from the entrance. “We are attacked!”

  Suddenly, the entrance was flooded with sword-wielding elves clad in black leather armor. The gallery erupted. Elves from the gallery drew their swords, trying to make their way into the fray, while the attackers cut down all who stood in their way.

  “Gewey!” Linis tossed him his sword and drew his own long knife. Gewey turned to Theopolou. “Get behind me.”

  Another arrow whizzed through the air, striking Eftichis' second in the chest. The elf fell, desperately grasping the shaft.

  Gewey drew his sword, holding the scabbard in his left hand. The flow raged inside him. The sound of clashing steel rang throughout the Chamber as he lowered his eyes, drawing in more and more power. The building shook violently, throwing many of the combatants off their feet. Gewey's eyes snapped open and the world in front of him became chaos as the very air appeared to contract and then explode. Attackers and members of the gallery alike were thrown aside like paper dolls by the blast, leaving a clear path to the entrance.

  “With me,” shouted Gewey as he started up.

  Linis, Theopolou, and Eftichis filed in behind him. By the time they reached the top, several of the attackers had recovered and were moving in to cut them off. Gewey cleaved the first nearly in two. Linis took down the second. This gave the others pause, allowing their escape.

  Bursting out of the Chamber, Gewey’s eyes scanned the campsite. Fires had erupted everywhere, and the screams of the dying sent a chill to the pit of his stomach. There was only one thought in his head. “Kaylia!” he screamed, taking off in the direction of Theopolou's tent.

  The sights of battle were a blur as Gewey ran straight through the camp. One of the attackers tried to stand in his way, but Gewey cut him down without even pausing. Finally, he reached the tent. It was untouched.

  “Kaylia!” he shouted again as he burst inside, ripping the flap to shreds. There was no answer. He rushed to her room, only to find she was not there. From room to room he rapidly searched, but there was no sign of her anywhere.

  Linis and the others finally arrived. “Where's Kaylia?” the seeker exclaimed.

  “She's gone!” cried Gewey, and started to leave the tent again. Theopolou stood in his way.

  “Think, Gewey,” said the old elf. “The camp is too big and the battle still rages. You will not find her like that.”

  “Out of my way,” Gewey commanded, his eyes dark with rage.

  “Use your bond,” Theopolou continued. “Use it to find her.”

  The sense of what Theopolou was saying suddenly got through to Gewey. Lowering his head, his chest trembling with each breath, he tried to calm his mind and reach out to her. At first there was nothing. Then, like a faint light, he found her. “She's alive,” he exclaimed, unable to contain his joy. “But I can't find where she is. It's like there’s a shroud around her.”

  “It would take someone powerful to accomplish this,” said Theopolou. “I was only able to do such a thing in my own home.”

  “How do we find her?” asked Linis.

  Gewey's jaw tightened “I know how.” He walked to the entrance. “Wait here.”

  Linis stepped forward, but Gewey’s eyes stopped him short. “Be careful,” was all he could say before Gewey disappeared from view.

  “What is he doing?” asked Eftichis.

  “Getting a prisoner,” Linis replied. “And woe be unto him, if he does not tell Gewey what he wants to know.”

  “Should we not help the others?” said Eftichis. “The elders...”

  “One of whom stands before you,” shot Linis. “The others are well protected. I doubt that whoever attacked us could pass their guards. Until we know what has happened, we protect Lord Theopolou.”

  Minutes seemed like hours as the party waited for Gewey's return. As the sounds of battle filtered in, Eftichis grew more unsettled.

  “I can wait no longer,” he roared. “Our kin are dying.”

  Barely were the words out of his mouth when the body of a black-clad elf flew through the door and slid onto the table. Gewey
entered just behind, his face and clothes covered in blood. The elf groaned and rolled onto his back.

  Linis rushed over and held his blade to the elf's neck. He then glanced back to Eftichis. “Watch the door,” he ordered. Eftichis quickly obeyed.

  “The attackers are moving away,” said Gewey. “I caught this one about to set fire to the tent.”

  He knelt down over his captive. “Now you will tell me everything I want to know.” The elf glared defiantly.

  A malicious smile crept over Gewey's face. He reached down and ripped open the elf's shirt. “I'll ask you one time...”

  He placed the flat of his blade on the elf's chest. The sizzle of burning flesh immediately rose up.

  The elf winced with pain, but his jaw tightened. “A curse on you,” he hissed.

  Gewey turned the blade, allowing the edge to dig into the elf's flesh. “Not the words I wanted to hear. And you didn't wait for my question.”

  He pressed the blade in harder. “Where is Kaylia?”

  The elf moaned, but said nothing.

  “Gewey,” warned Linis.

  Gewey ignored him. He began to drag the blade across the elf's chest. “If you don't start to answer me, I'm going to cut you apart - piece by piece.”

  “Gewey,” said Linis again, this time more forcefully. Gewey glared at him, but Linis was undeterred.

  “Stop this,” said Linis. “This is not what you want on your heart.”

  “I think I do,” snarled Gewey. “And I think that if he doesn't tell me what I want to know, I'll make good on my promise.” He pressed the blade even deeper.

  The elf wailed, and the smell of burning flesh filled the tent.

  “Allow Linis and I to do this,” said Theopolou. “If we fail, then you may do as you wish with him.”

  “Please,” said Linis.

  Gewey paused, glaring at his captive with hatred. Then, in one smooth motion, he released his hold and walked to the entrance.

  “Make it fast,” he said, staring outside at the smoldering tents. The sound of fighting had faded, replaced by the cries of the wounded and the sobs of the survivors.