Contents
Legal
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
The end?
Author's Note
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Windbreak: Gryphon Riders Trilogy Book Three
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♠ Derek Alan Siddoway ♠
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Published December 2017 by Derek Alan Siddoway
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From the fires of war, a queen must rise.
Against all odds, Eva and her friends are alive. And they’ve returned home with the only chance the Windsworn have of defeating the Smelterborn.
Hope, however, will prove to be short-lived and bittersweet.
An army of iron golems marches west and nothing can stop them. To survive the coming war, the gryphon riders must stand with old enemies against the ancient darkness. As the fighting begins, a small band makes their way east on a desperate quest: to destroy the source of the Smelterborn’s power once and for all. Chances are, none of them will make it out alive.
Eva and Fury will be tested like never before. Heroes will fall. Kingdoms will shatter. The price of victory has never been higher.
Will Eva succeed in driving back the darkness or will everything she loves be crushed beneath the iron fist of the Smelterborn?
Chapter One
“Talus,” Seppo said again. “My name is Talus.”
No one in the war council spoke. Eva stared, open-mouthed as Seppo reached out and lifted the Wonder in his hand. It was a spherical ball of unknown black metal — her father had stolen it from the ruins of Palantis in the far east. He’d sacrificed his life so that she and her friends could bring it back to Rhylance. They hoped it was the key to defeating the Smelterborn: enchanted, armored golems twice the size of a man that were nigh impossible to kill. Forged to spread death, chaos, and destruction, the Smelterborn knew no emotion and felt no pain.
The guards stirred. Hands went for swords. Seppo looked up from the Wonder, his round, metal, helmeted head swiveling in confusion, the two blue orbs that made up the golem’s eyes questioning the reactions of the humans around him.
“Don’t hurt him!”
Eva jumped out of her seat and ran to Seppo’s side. The Scrawls, masters of runes and lore who had been studying the Wonder and presenting their findings to the council, all took a step back when Eva neared the golem. The last thing Eva had to tell anyone was not to hurt the golem. Seppo stood at least a head over the tallest of men. His body, comprised of iron plates, gave him the appearance of a giant, walking, talking suit of armor, empty save for whatever magic gave him life.
Soot, her foster-father and Seppo’s owner, joined Eva and Seppo. He placed a cautious hand on Eva to back her away and stared at his ironclad friend with suspicion.
“What d’you mean your name is Talus?” Soot asked the golem. “We’ve been together twenty years and you’ve never said that name before.”
Seppo pointed a shaky iron finger as thick as Eva’s wrist at the dark Wonder. “It made me…remember things. Things from my past but they’re still shrouded. Talus was my name once. I’m sure of it.”
Eva was surprised to hear confusion and a trace of fear in Seppo’s clipped metallic voice. She’d only heard fragments of the story of how Soot came to own the golem. The smith had been part of a journey to the eastern part of Altaris. The expedition included Aleron — Eva’s father — her uncle Andor and several others. They’d eventually found their way to Palantis, the island home of the Ancients who’d disappeared centuries before.
The expedition explored the city ruins, unearthing a random assortment of artifacts including Seppo, a rune-engraved sword Eva’s father had given her before he died and a necklace he’d brought back for her mother, among others. Throughout history, many people had found other relics of the Ancients, deemed “Wonders” for their miraculous and improbable magical powers. However improbable it seemed, Seppo spoke as if he had lived in such a bygone era.
“What do you remember?” Soot asked in a sharp voice.
Seppo lifted up a gauntleted metal hand to rub the back of his head, like a gigantic old man lost in thought. “I… It’s all a whirl of places and faces. Something terrible happened and I was there, but beyond that, I do not know.”
“So we’re no closer to defeating the Smelterborn than we were before,” King Adelar, Eva’s other uncle, said.
“The First Forge!” Seppo’s panicked voice rang throughout the hall. “That was what I went back for. The First Forge must be destroyed!”
The king looked at Andor, the Lord Commander of the Windsworn. “What is this First Forge? Did you come across it in your explorations?”
The lord commander pursed his lips and thought for a long moment before shaking his head. “Who knows? Everything was in ruin and rubble, grown over by grass and weeds. I’ll look through my journals and the maps we drew of Palantis but, without knowing what I’m looking for, I doubt it’ll do much good. There certainly wasn’t anything spewing out Smelterborn when we were there, I can tell you that.”
“How do we know this... this thing can be trusted?” One of the nobles asked, pointing at Seppo. “All I see is yet another golem. Maybe it has been passing them information all these years!”
Several others shouted in agreement. Seppo spun around, mouth plate opening in shock.
“Stop it!” Eva shouted, cutting through the angry crowd. “You’re scaring him! I grew up with Seppo — he wouldn’t hurt a fly. Leave him alone.”
Although her heart pounded to be the center of attention in the court, Eva’s anger carried her past her timidity.
“Out of everyone here, I’m one of the few who’ve even seen a Smelterborn,” she said. “Seppo is not like them and I can prove it!”
Eva reached for the gold chain around her neck and withdrew the stone from beneath her shirt. She thrust her mother’s Wonder up toward Seppo’s face. The rose, gold and blue-colored lights danced off his muted gray armor. Otherwise, nothing happened.
> “The Smelterborn can’t stand the light from the stone,” Eva explained. “If Seppo were the same as them, he would be on his knees right now.”
The magical stone on Eva’s necklace had helped her defeat several Smelterborn in the past but in their recent journey, she and her friends learned there were hundreds — maybe thousands — of the golems.
A few nobles returned to their chairs, but Eva saw their suspicious eyes linger on the golem. Tempers and voices raised until the entire council’s order collapsed in a cacophony of shouts and hand waving — complete madness.
At last, the king rose and restored order with a few shouts and hard, steely-eyed glares at some of the more outspoken attendees. When the room fell silent, he sat back down. Eva looked at her two uncles and saw the pronounced lines of worry and exhaustion on their faces, marks of running a kingdom and a military order for decades.
“Until we learn more about this First Forge and what connection Seppo has to it, we cannot make any rash decisions,” Adelar said.
“And what of the Juarag, my king?” a female noble that Eva didn’t recognize inquired from across the court. “How long before they begin raiding over the mountains into the heartland?”
“All of western Altaris must be united if we are to defeat the Smelterborn,” the king said in a raised voice, discouraging further dissent. “Rhylance, Pandion, Maizoro, the Scrawls, and yes, even the Juarag. I will send a delegation to meet with their warchiefs and form an alliance against the Smelterborn.”
Although none of them spoke, Eva saw that many of the nobility thought their king had gone mad judging by the looks on their faces.When the Smelterborn invaded the Endless Plains, the tribes of the cat people began a mass exodus in the only direction possible: west, toward Rhylance. The Juarag and their vicious sabercats had pillaged the eastern frontier of Rhylance for decades. Now they weren’t raiding anymore, they were conquering, fighting for their very existence. Eva didn’t think even the threat of Smelterborn could bridge the gap of malice between the two races. Still, it sounded better to Eva than waging war on two fronts at once, and she wondered why more of the nobility didn’t realize that. Caught up in her own thoughts on the matter, Eva almost missed the king’s next statement.
“The peace delegation will be led by my niece.”
Eva felt the color drain from her face and her stomach drop to the hard stone floor as all eyes turned to her.
Then again, maybe an alliance with the Juarag wasn’t such a good idea after all.
Chapter Two
“The Juarag only respect strength,” Adelar said. It was hours after the council ended and the two of them sat in the king’s private study. “I’ve pushed the nobles far enough with this proposal — if I suggested I go myself, they would lose their heads.”
Eva pouted. “Send Andor!”
Adelar shook his head. “The lord commander cannot declare war or negotiate peace treaties. We must abide by our laws.”
“Why not one of the nobles, then?” Eva asked, head still spinning. “Any of them would be a better representative for Rhylance than me!”
Adelar placed both hands on her shoulders and looked into her bright blue eyes with his own.
“Eva, listen to me,” he said. “The last thing most of the nobles want is peace with the Juarag — they’d rather see us burn to the ground if it means the Juarag would be slaughtered as well. A strong king knows when he must bend to prevent himself from breaking. Your grandfather taught me that.”
“But why me?”
Beckoning for Eva to follow, Adelar passed through the doors of his chambers into the empty court. On the wall behind the throne, a long banner hung, listing all of the rulers of Rhylance since the Sorondarans first landed on Altaris’ shore hundreds of years before. The king pointed to the bottom. Below Eva’s grandparents, Adelar, and Andor a new piece of fabric had been sewn in with her father’s name on it, replacing the spot where he’d been removed when exiled.
Below that…Eva saw her own name.
“You’re not just the last heir of our house,” Adelar said in a quiet voice from behind Eva. “When I die, you will become Queen of Rhylance and sit on the Winged Throne.”
Eva felt her mouth go dry and she tried to swallow hard, tried to breathe — tried to do anything but stare in shock.
“I…I don’t…”
It was beyond comprehending. The Queen of Rhylance? For more than three-quarters of her life, she’d just been a simple smith’s apprentice in the craftsman district of Gryfonesse. Becoming Windsworn had seemed far-fetched enough. Eva realized she was babbling but couldn’t think of an intelligent response, let alone speak it.
Adelar laughed. It didn’t make her feel any better.
“No one is ever really prepared to rule, but if you’re lucky and I’m careful, you won’t have to worry about it for a long time,” he said. “Still, it’s high time you started learning some of these things and experience is the best teacher. Do you understand now?”
Eva focused hard on keeping her dinner from spewing all over the family tapestry. Her heart pounded louder than a Juarag war drum. “What if I mess up?” she managed at last. “What if I say the wrong thing or I can’t persuade them or — ?”
“You won’t,” her uncle said in a voice that offered no room for argument. “I couldn’t ask for a more worthy successor. I’m proud of the woman you’ve become and… and I know your father was as well.”
A rush of emotion overwhelmed Eva and she looked at the ground. The loss of her father was still a gaping wound that refused to scar over. At the same time, she felt a rush of pride in herself and a determination to succeed.
“I’ll do my best.”
Hours later, Eva left the royal palace. Her head buzzed with all sorts of advice about controlling the tone of her voice, holding her body to convey strength without seeming haughty and a hundred other things a good diplomat should know. The rest of the courtyard was deserted save for Fury, her blood red gryphon. Her fellow riders were gone — no doubt they’d returned with Andor to the Windsworn’s mountain headquarters, the Gyr.
Eva reached Fury’s side and absentmindedly ran a hand down his head feathers and across the gryphon’s back to his short, copper-colored fur. Her brain spun in tired circles, trying to make sense of the day. Although it had only been a few days since she’d returned with Sigrid, Chel, and Ivan from her search for her father, Eva felt like a lifetime had passed. She swung into Fury’s saddle and strapped into her leg harness before clicking her tongue for the gryphon to take off.
In spite of the day’s stress, a smile spread across Eva’s face when Fury gathered his powerful feline hind legs, reared back and launched them into the air. Rising higher and higher above Gryfonesse, Eva let out a long sigh of happiness and reveled in the freedom of the open air.
Deep winter crept across Rhylance. In spite of the cold and bitter winds whipping at Eva, she still felt more at ease than she had in weeks. Looking over Fury’s side at the shrinking white marble buildings, markets stalls, and insect-sized people, she found it hard to believe she’d ever dreaded flying. Now, instead of a death sentence, it was her escape.
Soaring wide, away to the west of the Gyr, Eva and Fury passed over fallow farm fields and woodlands blanketed in a mantle of snow. Above the trees, life stood still. Gray clouds drifted through a forlorn winter sky, ushering silence for miles in every direction.
It wasn’t until the Gyr shrank in the distance to a speck the size of Eva’s thumb that she turned back. By now, her cheeks were nipped with the cold and her hands felt numb, even through her gloves and furs. As Fury soared back over the same quiet expanse they’d just crossed, Eva let her mind drift to a roaring fireplace inside the mountain, mulled cider and perhaps a long dip in the hot pools deep within the cavernous rock of the Gyr.
Yet the burdens of the recent days returned with each mile. Eva’s mind drifted from the threat of the upcoming Smelterborn, Seppo’s revelation and, most importantly, the task
her uncle had given her.
The mountain drew closer, its crags and broken edges swathed in stubborn drifts of snow. Fury wheeled around to the southern side of the mountain, still climbing higher and higher. Eva squinted and huddled closer down against the gryphon’s body, a shiver running through her. When at last the Roost appeared and Fury glided onto the smooth rock floor of the cavern, Eva’s enjoyment of cold solitude was long gone.
After rubbing down and feeding Fury, Eva wandered through the halls. It was early evening, a time between training and dinner when most of the Gyr’s inhabitants would be in their rooms, relaxing, washing or studying before the evening meal. Eva made her way to the kitchen, grabbing a bowl of stew and a hunk of hearty dark bread before the dinner rush. Although she passed a number of familiar faces and said hello, she felt no desire to join the hustle and bustle of the Main Hall. Instead, she returned to her quarters and found them empty.
Sigrid, she guessed, would be down in the hot pools or making her way to dinner. Eva enjoyed her meal and the prolonged alone time without her bunkmate, not thinking much of anything as she spooned chunks of stew into her mouth. After cleaning the bowl with the heel of her bread she contemplated going to the library and curling up by the fire or heading to bed early. A knock interrupted the decision.
Opening the door, Eva found Tahl looking back at her. In the whirlwind of her return, they’d only had a few spare moments to spend together. Eva felt a sudden rush of guilt for not seeking him out when she’d returned.
“Oh,” she said, mind suddenly blank. When Eva deserted the Windsworn to go look for her father, she’d asked Tahl to come with her. He hadn’t.
And now, here they were, together in body but with all the miles Eva had traveled between their relationship.
He hadn’t changed a bit, Eva reflected. Still the same collected, self-assured Tahl, leaning against the door frame like he wasn’t meant to be anywhere else in the world.
“You’re a hard person to track down,” he said. A small, thin smile told Eva he wasn’t really joking.
“I don’t mean to be.” When he didn’t say anything, she tried again. “Do you want to come in?”
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