At least Gweld was on the same duty. Athson would meet his oldest friend back at the ranger station in several days' time.
He muttered the elvish festival song, "Dance with the Moon." He smiled at the thought of elves dancing on a midsummer night and sighed as tension left his shoulders. Spark groaned in relief. Strange that he could hear the dog when nobody else did.
Athson yawned. Weariness gripped him soon after his memory-fits. Best not to fight sleep. He fed wood into the fire, pulled his blanket from his pack, and spread it over himself as he stretched out. Sleep soon covered him like a blanket, his thoughts of making a fir-limb shelter forgotten along with enigmatic Withlings and ten-year-old sorrows.
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He struggles to breathe. Trolls stab helpless villagers through sliding curtains of choking smoke and raging flame. Dying children wail as mocking slayers howl. The violence fades into darkness. He flails and fears he lies in a grave yet finds emptiness instead of dirt.
Silver light rises and Eagle's Aerie soars beneath the moon. Athson climbs the weather-worn stair and scraps his hands as he gains speed. The rock-face blurs as Athson swoops onto the pinnacle towering over the ocean, stands where no one ever has, sees what has been hidden.
Athson pauses and then floats toward a voice murmuring by a swaying flame within a shadowed crevice.
A silhouette kneels and rocks, dark against the fire beyond it. A woman's uneven voice chants:
"The bow shall be hidden from heart..."
The swaying speaker feeds wood into the fire. Sparks snap from the coals and whirl amid the orange-blue tongues. An arc forms in the smoke and fades into the stars.
"The eagle will guide the heir..."
An eagle's scream pierces the night wind.
"The bow shall be found at need..."
Wrinkled hands tie a wad of cloth with string - a bowstring.
"And the arrow shall Eloch prepare."
A shooting star streaks across the horizon and drags Athson's attention from the crouching figure before the popping fire.
The eagle screams again - louder and nearer.
The figure half-turns and tosses the packet at Athson's feet. He stares at it, then back to the kneeling woman. Her face half-lit by the firelight reveals a pointy nose that overshadows her receding jaw. Grizzled wisps of gray hair wave in the wind. "For you who suffers in silence for a secret."
Athson stoops and inspects the package. He unties the knot and pushes the string into a pocket. Within the cloth he finds a tattered note and more fabric he guesses is a pennant.
"Zelma's done it." She gazes skyward and raises her arms.
"Why more now when so much has been taken already? Why me?" His anger flares and he tosses the packet away. "This isn't mine." He whirls and stumbles into darkness.
"He needs to see." The woman's voice screeches and slices through whistling wind.
The eagle's deafening scream stabs his awareness as immense wings snap like a clap of thunder. Talons tear clothing, pierce flesh and snatch Athson into the air. He dangles and kicks as he yells while silver landscape yawns beneath him. The curious sound of joyous cackling trails into the distance.
Athson squeezes his eyes shut but dares squinting at the moonlit sky that stretches overhead. The land wheels as the eagle glides over earth mottled by shadow and pale light. The world unfolds as Athson glimpses far beyond the distant Drelkhaz Mountains to the far eastern shores of the great Endless Sea.
His vision focuses on an old woman as she rests by her campfire on an empty plain south of Auguron. She stirs from sleep and cocks her head as if listening. She gazes at Athson. His vision whirls away from her as she rises in her gray dress.
A beautiful young woman rides along a road beneath tufts of glowing clouds. Her braided hair dangles over her left shoulder and she wears pale leather armor and leggings made for dueling. The hilts of two of swords protrude above each of her shoulders. She brushes her face as if wiping away a tear.
Darkness descends over both Athson and the eagle. The giant bird glides in silence.
A knife glitters pale in the darkness. It slashes in a vicious arc and then pauses. Blood covers the weapon and drips from the tip. Athson shouts in dismay but wind thrusts it back into his mouth. His own Rokan dagger bought in a fit of anger when Sarneth withheld his father's sword. The blood chills him worse than the wind or the eagle's hold.
The eagle’s screech pierces his hearing and its wings drum thunder. Athson trembles as darkness recedes. The bracing wind slaps his face.
Shadowy wings ride wind from the south. The figure blots out stars as it swings north and glides on a shifting course. The eagle shrieks in defiance at the approaching beast. Fire belches amid an answering roar. Athson yells as the giant bird dives at the black shape. Ragged wings, so dark they drink moonlight, flutter against frigid air. Eagle and dragon glide and twist past each other.
The streaking shadow trails fire and a rotten stench. Athson struggles to name the creature until one thought flares: Magdronu.
The eagle dives. Athson flails his arms and legs as he screams.
And then the talons release him.
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About the Author
P. H. Solomon lives in the greater Birmingham, AL area where he strongly dislikes yard work and sanding the deck rail. However, he performs these duties to maintain a nice home for his loved ones as well as the family's German Shepherds. In his spare time, P. H. rides herd as a Computer Whisperer on large computers called servers (harmonica not required). Additionally, he enjoys reading, running, most sports and fantasy football. Having a degree in Anthropology, he also has a wide array of more “serious” interests in addition to working regularly to hone his writing. He is currently finishing the first book of a fantasy series entitled The Bow of Destiny and hopes to see it in print later this year.
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Additional Works
Book 1 of The Bow of Hart Saga: The Bow of Destiny
Book 2 of The Bow of Hart Saga: An Arrow against the Wind launches Fall 2016, reserve your copy today at select retailers. The cover reveal will be announced April of 2016.
Book 3 of The Bow of Hart Saga: The White Arrow launches early 2017.
What Is Needed another prequel short story to The Bow of Hart Saga
A parallel series to The Bow of Hart Saga is also in process as three novellas. There will likely be a sequel trilogy for The Bow of Hart Saga and possibly at least a prequel book.
The Black Bag fantasy short story on e-book at all major online retailers.
Guardians of the Gate epic fantasy is also a book/series in development.
The Black Glove adventure-fantasy series is also in development
P. H. Solomon is also working on numerous other short fiction projects to be submitted to fantasy magazine markets in the future.
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