The Godling Chronicles : Bundle - Books 1-3

by Brian D. Anderson

Lee shrugged. “I was well trained. And Jasper is a natural.”

  “Well trained, you say,” said Darius. His eyes bore suspicion. He stretched out on his bedroll, his hands folded behind his head. “You know, I have traveled this road six times since the Reborn King came to power. I've seen many soldiers, mercenaries, thugs, bandits, you name it. I've seen many fights, duels, and even one pitched battle when I was young. But I have never seen a man slay so many with such ease as you.”

  Lee was silent.

  Darius chuckled. “Don't worry. Whatever secrets you keep are yours. You and Jasper have saved my life twice. Not to mention keeping my fortune out of the hands of brigands. I'm not so wealthy that I can afford to lose an entire shipment. In any case, I am in your debt.” He rolled over to face Lee. “I have a feeling that you will not be in my employ long. You are a man who acts with purpose, and I think that purpose lays in Angrääl.”

  Lee met Darius' gaze. “What are you trying to say?”

  Darius smiled. “Nothing. I just want you to know that, when the time comes, I will help you as best I can.” He rolled back over and closed his eyes. “I owe you that much.”

  Lee looked at his son, then back at Darius. “When the time comes, your help will be most welcome.”

  Chapter 10

  Gewey cracked open his eyes. Kaylia lay peacefully beside him, one arm draped across his chest and a tiny smile on her lips. The scent of porridge and bread blew in from outside the tent, causing his stomach to growl.

  “They've left a meal for us,” said Kaylia, awake though her eyes were still closed.

  Gewey reluctantly sat up and reached for his clothes. He dressed and went to the tent entrance. Just as Kaylia had said, two bowls of porridge and a loaf of bread, along with a cup of sweet wine had been placed immediately outside. Kaylia got dressed and they enjoyed their meal in silence. Their bond was all the conversation they needed.

  They had barely taken the last bite when a voice called out to them. “Hello?” It was Linis.

  “Come inside,” Kaylia responded.

  Linis entered, his face grave.

  “What's happened?” asked Gewey.

  “We received word that Valshara has fallen.”

  Gewey and Kaylia sprang to their feet.

  “When?” asked Gewey. He reached down and grabbed his sword.

  “Not long after we departed,” replied Linis. “The High Lady escaped, along with a few others. They have taken refuge in Althetas for now.” Linis pushed open the tent flap. “I am truly sorry, but you are needed. Theopolou and the others have gathered to decide what to do.”

  Gewey took a deep breath and led Kaylia by the hand from the tent. The morning air was cool and moist, with dew still glistening on the grass-covered field. They joined the others not far from where he and Kaylia had completed their bond the night before. Theopolou and the elders were in deep conversation with Aaliyah and her comrades. Only Aaliyah noticed Gewey, Kaylia, and Linis approach. She nodded a greeting at Gewey.

  “What's going on?” he asked.

  Theopolou held a small piece of parchment in his hand. “Valshara is destroyed. Very few escaped. The High Lady is in Althetas and plans to petition the king to come to their aid.” He looked directly at Aaliyah. “I believe Gewey should delay his journey until we can decide on a course of action, but Aaliyah disagrees.”

  “Any delay only puts you in greater danger,” said Aaliyah. “The presence of Shivis Mol will not help you. Besides, your course is clear. Gather as many as you can and strike back before your enemies can establish a foothold. Unless they have an army, you should be able to mount an attack and retake what you have lost. My people will give you all the help they can. They will expect only swords and arrows - we can bring much more than that to bear.” She turned to Gewey. “But we must not delay our departure.”

  Gewey wanted desperately to stay. Every minute more he could have with Kaylia was precious.

  “Aaliyah is right,” said Kaylia. Feeling Gewey's doubt, she squeezed his hand. “If what she says is true, we need what is hidden in the desert. And Gewey needs to learn to use his power.”

  “It is probable they will not look to hold Valshara,” said Bellisia. “Not so far from reinforcements. More likely they are striking at Amon Dähl. And if they do try to hold it, we can take it back.” She spoke to Theopolou. “You know Valshara better than most. The battle plan shall be yours.”

  “And if we find we are mistaken?” Theopolou furled his brow. “What then? Valshara can be well defended by only a few. If they brought enough force, they could hold it indefinitely.”

  “You think in battle terms without taking all of your weapons into account,” said Nehrutu. He held out his palm. The air above it swirled and twisted, then burst into a small flame. The light and heat grew until it forced the gathering back. “We have abilities beyond your understanding.” The ball of flames shot skyward, then exploded with an ear-shattering blast. “They will not expect you to possess such weapons.”

  This demonstration drew gazes of awe and murmurs of approval.

  “Please, Shivis Mol,” said Aaliyah. We must depart. There is nothing for you to do here.”

  Gewey looked at Kaylia. She nodded slowly, then kissed his cheek. Gewey nearly lost himself as the love flowed freely between their bond. He sighed heavily and forced himself to look away. “We leave as soon as you're ready.” He turned to Theopolou. “I'll return as soon as I can.”

  Aaliyah was already prepared to depart, and told Gewey she would await him at the edge of the encampment. Gewey gathered his pack, Kaylia at his side.

  “I'll miss you,” he said. Tears welled in his eyes.

  Kaylia pulled him close and kissed him deeply. “Just be careful and return to me safe.” Choking back her own tears, she then reluctantly released her embrace and took hold of his hand. “It's time.” They made their way to Aaliyah.

  Theopolou and Linis were also there. Linis smiled as they approached. He held a small silver flask.

  “I made this last night,” he said, handing it to Gewey. “If you are to go to the desert, it may be useful. A single sip will keep you strong should you be unable to find water.”

  “Thank you, my friend.” Gewey put the flask in his pack and gave Linis a fond embrace.

  Theopolou bowed. “Farewell, Gewey Stedding. My hopes go with you.” He looked at Kaylia, then back to Gewey. “You are now a part of my house and my family. Return to us soon.”

  Gewey bowed in return. “I will.” He kissed Kaylia one last time as tears streamed down both of their faces. He wiped his tears and turned to Aaliyah. “I'm ready.”

  Aaliyah nodded and led Gewey to the trail. He dared not look back for fear his heart would break.

  “Are we going alone?” he asked.

  “We need no escort,” Aaliyah replied. “There is nothing so dangerous as to trouble us.”

  “How long until we get there?”

  “Two days. But if we press our pace and take no respite we can reach the shore by morning. My ship awaits us.” She slowed so as to walk beside Gewey. “I know it is hard to leave her. But it is for the best. And you may find you are glad that you did.”

  Gewey was in no mood for flirting. “You told me you were once bonded.”

  “I was,” she affirmed.

  “When he died, did you think it was for the best?” He saw a pang of emotion shoot across her face. Immediately he regretted his words.

  “At the time, I did not,” Her lips slowly relaxed and she smiled sweetly. “But now, I think it might have been.”

  Gewey struggled not to return her smile. Instead, he reached out to Kaylia. Immense sorrow and worry is all he felt at first, then joy and relief as she reached back. Aaliyah quickened their pace.

  By nightfall, Gewey was forced to use the flow more and more to keep up his strength. At times they almost ran. He could tell Aaliyah was using only her own natural endurance and marveled, though he said nothing about it.

  By mi
dnight the landscape had flattened and the trees thinned. Patches of grass were separated by large areas of gray sand and red clay. The tall pines were now being outnumbered by curved palms and thick brambles, and the musty scent of the forest was mixed with the salty breeze coming in off the Western Abyss.

  “Do you need rest?” asked Aaliyah.

  Gewey knew that if he released the flow, fatigue would certainly set in. “No, I'm fine,” he said.

  Aaliyah reached into a pouch on her belt and pulled out a small orange berry. “Try this.” She handed it to Gewey.

  Gewey examined it for a moment. It was smooth and shiny, and no larger than a cherry. “What is it?”

  “We call them Rain Berries.” She pulled out another and popped it in her mouth. Sighing with satisfaction, she motioned for Gewey to eat.

  Gewey held it to his nose. It smelled like a plum, only sweeter. He slowly bit down. Sweet juice exploded and a delicious flavor, unlike any other fruit or berry he had ever encountered, filled his mouth and caressed his tongue. “I've never tasted anything like it,” he said.

  “They are my favorite,” Aaliyah told him. “And very hard to come by. I searched many days to find only a small handful.”

  “I wish they grew here,” said Gewey.

  “Perhaps one day you will help me to gather them in my homeland.”

  Gewey noticed how the moonlight silhouetted the curves of her figure. She moved with a fluid grace that was unmatched by anyone he'd ever seen. She looked over just in time to catch his stare and gave him a sly grin. He felt himself flush with embarrassment.

  An hour before sunrise he could hear the surf beating against the shore. Walking became increasingly difficult as the sand deepened and the dunes began to rise ahead. Not that this appeared to hinder Aaliyah. As they crested the last dune, the dim light of dawn broke at his back. The azure of the Western Abyss stretched out before them. Gewey stood transfixed.

  “Have you never seen the sea?” asked Aaliyah.

  “No,” Gewey replied. “I haven't. I only left my small village a short time ago. Even then, we were on the run most of the time.” He breathed in the sea air.

  “You will see the world soon enough,” said Aaliyah. “But I must warn you. The first time on a ship at sea can be disquieting.”

  Up until now Gewey had not thought much about spending two weeks aboard a seagoing vessel. He shrugged, not wanting to show his sudden apprehension. “I'll be fine.”

  “Of course you will.” She led Gewey down the beach to a small boat that had been pulled ashore and tied to a large piece of driftwood. “My ship is just over the horizon.”

  Gewey looked out at the water. The waves were at least three feet high and the sea beyond the breakers was rough. “Is it safe to go such a long way out in this?”

  Aaliyah laughed as she untied the boat. “We won't be going that far. My ship is already heading toward us.”

  “How...?” Gewey began.

  “My crew knows I am here because I let them know,” she said, before he could complete his question. “It is much the same as when you reach out to Kaylia, only we can do so without the bonding. You will learn soon enough.”

  Gewey grabbed the side of the boat and helped Aaliyah drag it to the water. It was surprisingly light, which made him even more nervous as he eyed the churning seas. As soon as they were in the water and on board, Gewey noticed something missing. Oars. Aaliyah had seated herself at the front and was sitting cross-legged, hands in her lap, palms up. The boat lurched forward. Spray soaked his clothes as the craft cut through the waves and into open water. He could feel the flow coursing through her.

  In the distance he spotted red sails breaking above the horizon. “I see them,” he called out.

  “Yes,” she replied. “We will be aboard soon.”

  The ship came closer at an alarming rate. In only a few minutes it loomed above them. It was well over one hundred feet in length, and its two giant masts were nearly the length of the ship itself. Gewey had only seen drawings of seagoing vessels, but could still tell that this ship was much sleeker in design, and looked faster. The sails were swollen full, and at first Gewey was afraid the ship would ram them. But just as it came within twenty yards, the sails went limp and the vessel slowed dramatically.

  Dozens of elves, all of them dressed in tan shirts and red trousers, could be seen looking down at them. One unfurled a rope ladder, as well as two thin ropes. Aaliyah attached the ropes to steel rings on each side of the boat and then led Gewey up the ladder. He could already feel queasiness in his stomach as he climbed. The ship rose and dipped methodically, causing him to nearly fall twice before he reached the top. Once on deck, he reached over and held the side railing to steady himself.

  “You will grow accustomed to the movement soon,” Aaliyah promised. “For now, stare at the horizon. It will keep your stomach from turning sour.”

  Gewey looked doubtful, but obeyed. He could hear the whispers of the elves behind him. The words Shivis Mol were repeated over and over. After a few minutes, his nausea subsided and he turned around. The sway of the ship tipped him slightly off balance. As he stumbled forward, a tall, thin elf with dust-brown hair and ice-blue eyes leaped forward to grab his arm.

  “I'm fine,” said Gewey. “Thank you.”

  The elf bowed. “It takes time to grow accustomed to the sea.” He smiled brightly. “But I suspect Shivis Mol will have little trouble.”

  Gewey looked out over the deck. At least a dozen elves were busy about the ship. Aaliyah was standing several feet away speaking to one of the crew. To the aft end, the deck sloped upward, ending at a cabin that stood nearly ten feet tall. A narrow wooden door leading to the cabin interior was flanked on either side by ladders leading up to the poop deck. The main deck was smooth and glistened in the morning sun, yet despite its slick appearance, it gripped the soles of his boots. He examined the various ropes and pulleys hanging from the first mast, marveling at their sheer complexity. The riverboats he had seen were as toys by comparison.

  Aaliyah motioned for him to join her. “If you wish, you can spend time among the crew. They will be pleased to show you how the ship works.”

  “I would like that,” said Gewey. His stomach growled loudly.

  Several elves began to gather around each mast.

  “You should watch this,” said Aaliyah. “Then you can eat and rest.”

  The elves closed their eyes and folded their hands in front of them. Gewey could sense the sudden swell of the flow growing around him. He felt the air begin to stir and build until the sails snapped full. The masts groaned and creaked as the ship lurched forward. The elves opened their eyes, and all but one broke the circle and returned to their work.

  “He will maintain the wind until midday,” said Aaliyah. She pointed to the bow where another elf woman stood, eyes fixed on the horizon. “And she will guide us.”

  Gewey could scarcely believe what he had seen. “You can teach me this?”

  “Of course.” She reached out and took his hand. “That is why you are here, is it not? But come, there will be time for that later.”

  “But how....”

  She placed one delicate finger to his lips. “Later. I am strong, but I still need to eat.” She led Gewey across the deck and through the door of the cabin. The wooden interior was polished, clean and superbly varnished. Long tables had been placed to his right, and a narrow door could be seen just beyond these at the back of the cabin. The walls were bare – with the exception of a silver placard hanging above the far table. This displayed an expertly carved relief of a dolphin leaping playfully from a turbulent sea.

  Aaliyah took Gewey's pack and motioned for him to sit. “I will take your belongings to your quarters.” She disappeared through the narrow door.

  Gewey waited patiently. It wasn't long before Aaliyah returned carrying two bowls. Closely following her came a short, elderly elf woman bearing a bottle, two wooden cups, and two spoons. The scent of fresh fish filled the
air. After placing everything on the table, the woman bowed and left.

  Aaliyah took a seat across from Gewey. “I hope you enjoy our fare.”

  In the bowl was a thick creamy stew dotted with red, green, and black spices. His mouth watered. “What is it?” He gathered up a spoonful and saw large chunks of fish mixed in with the thick broth.

  “It is a stew made from cream, fish, and spices from my homeland.” She poured Gewey a cup of wine.

  Gewey eyes grew wide at the first taste. It was almost sweet, yet the spice caused his tongue to tingle. The fish was tender and just salty enough to be a pleasant addition to the overall experience. He smiled and moaned with satisfaction.

  “I am pleased you like it,” said Aaliyah.

  They ate the rest of the meal in silence. When they were finished, she led him through the door at the back of the cabin and down a narrow corridor that split at the end. To their right was an open door leading into a small kitchen; they continued left, and on to a room at the end of the hallway. Inside was surprisingly luxurious. A thick, indigo rug, woven with swirling silver patterns around its borders covered the floor. A large oak desk littered with maps, charts, and several leather books lay directly ahead. On either side of this were single beds dressed with plush blue quilts and two small but soft looking round pillows. A large ash chest had been placed at the foot of each bed. The wall was decorated with paintings of various sea creatures – some Gewey was familiar with, while others looked like monsters out of legends. Glowing spheres hung from the ceiling in the corners.

  Aaliyah sat on the bed to the right. She nodded toward the one opposite with Gewey’s pack already on it. “You sleep there.”

  Gewey froze. “You mean you're staying in the same room?”

  “Of course,” Aaliyah replied, clearly amused. “Space aboard ship is limited, and I will not have Shivis Mol sleep on deck.”

  “I wouldn't mind.” He made no move toward the bed. Knowing her intentions made him feel uneasy, and he knew Kaylia certainly would not approve.

  Her laugh rang out like music. “Calm yourself. I can have one of the crew stay with you if you wish.”