you for what you did for my daughter a noble
thing,” she said placing her knotted muscled
hands on her shapely hips. Walking over to
where Cominus had taken his place on the
stoll. Herya leaned into Cominus placing her
thin by full lips on his blushing cheeks, “And
without a shred of armor or a weapon at your
side,” boosting Herya.
“I only did what I thought was right,”
Cominus said trying to down play his actions. “I will not hear it you have acted honorable and with courage in your heart. How, oh
how, should I ever repaid such kindness,” Herya said teasing Cominus. Cominus did not
think his actions were worthy of reward. If he
had to do it again he would without second
thought.
“I shall make your swords the talk of
legends and song, even the beauty of your
brother sword will not match yours,” said Herya. Well he could not be surprised by the fact
that they already knew his relation to Draco.
Herya's double Dutch doors swung open the little elven girl he had meet in the garden stood
on the wooden steps. Running to her mothers
forge, she stopped in her tracks when she saw
Cominus sitting on the wooden stool.
“Those Doncer's will think again if they
think I will make another sword for their
riders,” Herya said more to herself then any
one there. Her daughter tugging on her heavy
leather apron as she shielding away from Cominus, the girl’s starlight hair hid her rosy cheeks.
“What is it my child,” Herya asked bending
down to let her daughter whisper into her ear.
“Yes that is an excellent idea Andra why don't
you ask our friend,” Herya said gesturing her
shy daughter towards Cominus.
“Um, Um Mr. Cominus if you’re hungry
would you like to come inside,” Andra said
fumbling with her small hands. A smile formed
across his face he could not figure why any one wanted to hurt such a lovely child. Rising from his stoll, Cominus accepted her gesture of kindness. Bowing to Herya for her gracious offer to
allow him entrance into her home.
“I will have none of that my young rider,
from now on you're a friend and welcome in
my home. You shall stay here while your
swords are made, and when you return to our
village my home is open to you. Whether you
are fleeing the Doncer, or the gods themselves.
Now if you will escort my daughter I shall join
you momentarily,” Herya said waving her hammer at Cominus. Wrapping her small hands
around his Andra tugging him into her home.
As Cominus entered Herya’s home it felt more
as if he was back on Second Earth. No formal
air hung about the home as did when he had
helped Durchin and Lilty. They where the only
exception to his rule about the high elves. He
began to wonder how the elven woman was
faring after her ordeal with the illness Draco
had healed her from.
As they came into Herya’s dining room,
set out upon the table was warm fresh baked
bread, bowls of star fruits, apples, pears. A
summer ham sat nestled on a silver platter juices running from its steaming holes. The smell
of the meal brought back memories of his
meals with his family. Pulling out a chair for
Andra giggling as she settled into the wooden
chair, Cominus took his place across from Andra.
“Mr. Cominus tell me about your world, what is it like, are there people like you,” An
dra asked biting into a star fruit.
“Well there are many people of my world
ranging from many parts across the land. All
have their own ways that they follow and many
different religions. Though there is good in my
world but there is also evil,” Cominus said
craving into the ham.
“What kinds of animals are there,” asked
Andra.
“There’s loins, tigers, bears, monkeys, and
many more too many to name,” Cominus said
smiling glad to have a reprieve. Their conversation went on for what seemed hours to him.
Andra asked any and every question she could
think of. To Cominus the star elves had were
more accepting of him. If there was no war
Cominus thought he could live out the rest of
his life here in this small village. “Maybe when
this is all over Aryl and Brenda would agree to
move here,” thought Cominus. Thinking of Aryl made his heart wept for what was to come in
the future. “Why am I worrying about the future we all could die tomorrow,” said Cominus
to himself.
As their conversation continued Herya had
slipped into the washroom. Washing the grime
from her labor from her body Herya had finished for some time. She had been listening to
their conversation with joy for her daughter
knew nothing of the outside world. She knew
her daughter would not stop in her questioning
of Cominus. She was grateful that he allowed her such questions. Walking into the dinning room Herya smiled to Cominus and hugged her daughter. Taking her place at the head of the table Herya filled her plate with meat, fruit and
bread.
“If I may be so bold Herya were is Andra
father,” Cominus asked frustrated that he
would allow any harm to come to this child. A
shadow appeared over Herya's face Cominus
did not wish to bring up a painful memory. “He had passed into the realm of the
gods,” Herya said somberly.
“I’m sorry I didn't mean to bring up painful memories,” said Cominus. Herya reached
over placing her hand over his.
“Don’t be he passed many years ago defending over village from an emerald golem,”
Herya said pointing to the mantle of her fireplace. Cominus saw the heart gleaming from
the fire of the forge. It was magnificent sitting
there cradled in a golden horn stand.
“So that is what a heart looks like,” Cominus said to himself. “That is a mighty feat,”
Cominus said walking over to the heart. “Yes I am proud of him for he had saved
many lives that day,” Herya said walking up to
the mantle placing her slender hand on Cominus back.
“What the hell is going on is she coming
on to me or is she being polite,” wondered
Cominus. “First Helen, then Aryl, Tarisha then
Brenda what's next a Drow! Does this have
something to do with being the bridge Erdan
talked about,” pondered Cominus.
“The first time I saw a golem it came into
my parent’s yard. As it fought against something, or someone I could not see. We were
herded out into the yard by things that
shouldn't exist. I could hear the battle raging on
around us but the fighter was losing. Then
there was a voice in my head urging me to
being it to its master. As the veil lifted from my
eyes there stood something that came from the
books of children and dreams. Again, the voice
asked me to take it to its master. As the shock
wore off I looked around little dark green
things holding crude spears and sw
ords. Encircled my family again the voiced asked me. I
was stunned when it was a sword talking to me
this “This just doesn't happen,” I said to myself.”
“I knew I had to do something if not I
would not be standing here today or my family
living their life's. Therefore, I broke away from
the creatures that encircled us retrieving the
sword, that was lodged in the post of my mother’s porch. I eliminated two of the creatures
with this dark knight’s sword. I did not attempt
to draw the breast attention to myself. When I
knew the time was right to strike using his
sword I cut through the beast lower leg. Falling
to the ground, I free the knight from its grasp.
The knight proceeded to slay the beast as the
thing lay dying the knight was holding its heart
in his hands,” said Cominus.
“What kind of golem was it,” Herya asked
intrigued. “It was a ruby golem that is not the only
one he has killed,” Cominus said matter-offact. Startled Herya could not believe Draco
could have killed any more then one of the
beasts.
“How many more do you know of that
your brother has disposed of,” Herya asked
skeptical of such feat's.
“The only other one I know of is the Shadow golem that attacked the city of Shadleel,”
Cominus said returning to his chair.
“You jest good sir,” Herya said not believing a word.
“I saw it with my own eyes.”
“But that would require the help of the
gods to kill such a vile evil thing. That serves
the dark daughter of Zekiele and Zephaniah,”
Herya said slamming her fist into the table. “Wait you don't mean Liltlih the goddess
the Drow worship,” Cominus said remembering his lessons. Herya could not give a verbal
answer she just nodded.
“Tell me Cominus how did he performed
such a task,” Herya asked cooling her anger. “Aryl told me it was an ancient spell that
calls down the light of the gods. On our way
here to Sandsabar Draco told me how to perform the spell.”
“How much land did he your brother destroyed in the process,” Herya said shooting
Cominus an angry glance.
“None he narrowed the magic so that only the golem would be destroyed,” Cominus said
trying to clam Herya.
“So it is true then what the wind tells us
about Draco.”
“What!” Cominus asked with a curious
look in his eyes. Hoping that his brother curse
would not damage his standing with these people. That it would leave his brother in a desperate situation.
“That he is the second son of the long dead
and almost forgotten Aacole. Which would
make you the first son the bearer of the rune of
betrayal,” Herya said pointing to Cominus
gloved left hand. Cominus could not fathom
the words how could she know about this when
no other elf other then Ishtar, Aryl, and Brenda
knew about it. “Fear not young rider I do not
rank you with your fallen ancestor,” Herya said
with a wink that unnerved him. “It just makes
you very interesting,” Herya said running her
slender hand over his. Andra giggling all the
while Cominus could not help but think this is
like Aryl's proclamation.
“I can’t have another woman chasing after
me this is insane,” Cominus said in his mind. “Tell me my rider who is this Aryl a lover,” Herya asked with a tantalizing look. “Yes we are to be wed,” Cominus said trying to hide his rosy cheeks.
“But she is not the only one you are to be
wed to is she not?”
"No another wishes to be my wife,” Cominus said looking away.
“Don’t look away,” purred Herya. Cominus saw the lust forming in her silvery eyes. Cominus was content with two elven women as
his wives yet this was for from normal. “Yep I'm so going to hell,” Cominus
thought hanging his head. Herya placed her
soft let muscled hand under his chin.
“Do not be ashamed you are the bridge
that will restore peace to this world. It is only
natural for the women of the races to lust, for
your touch how did you think that will happen,” Herya said stroking his face. “Well I
must be getting back to work,” Herya said leaving Cominus flustered. “Oh Andra do show
Cominus to his room he must be tried from his
ordeal,” Herya said giving Cominus one last
lustful look. Jumping down from her chair Andra ran over to Cominus tugging him to follow. “Wait I must tell my brother that I am
here.”
“No need Mr. Cominus Sardra has already
been sent to his room at the inn with the message,” Andra said tugging Cominus up the
stairs. Cominus tried to straggle against her
pull to his surprise she was far stronger then he
thought a young elf could be. Walking down
the hall, they came to a halt at the third door to
the left. As the door opened, the room was spacious with a washbasin in one corner. With a
four pillar post bed with lace curtains to shade
the sleeper from the morning sun. With a high
backed dresser lined the wall as Cominus
walked over. Opening one of the drawer's there nestled in the chestnut dower were tunics of every color. Cominus turned to ask Andra if these were meant for him. However Andra was no longer there Cominus could hear her foot
steps on the stairs.
Surveying his surroundings Cominus felt
as if he had not slept in three days. Disrobing
Cominus slid into the cream colored silken
sheets. A rope hanged to his left wondering if it
was how the curtain operated. With a gentle
tug, the lace curtain fall into place blocking out
the dimming light that filtering though the windows. The pounding of Herya hammer seemed
to Cominus as it was singing him to sleep. For
it was not long before his head hit the pillows
that he was floating into the dream world. As the moon reach its zenith the door of
Cominus room creaked open on the old hinges.
Standing there in the pale moonlight was Herya
in a translucent silk gown. As Cominus stirred
he propped himself up on his elbow. As the
moonlight shone though her gown, Cominus
saw that she wore no garments underneath. Allowing all to see every crave of her womanly
shape. Cominus thought he was dreaming for
she was a thing of beauty, if this was some
kind of dream he did not wish to wake from it.
Herya made her way across the room pushing
back the curtain allowing Cominus to she her
in the moonlight.
“I can not I am betrothed to another,”
Cominus said groggy.
“Shh, my love there's no need all is taken care of,” Herya purred brushing his hand over her naked thigh. Herya slipped the gown off her shoulders exposing her naked form to the cool night air. Herya pushed the lace curtains aside to allow those in the mirror to witness what is to come. Cominus felted the magic permeate the air of the room. All his senses were heightening as Herya laid beside him. As her naked form pressed against his, as their passion reached its climax. The ancient link that once
joined their races together was reformed. As Cominu
s awoke from what seemed to
be a wonderful dream he could not help but ask
was it real or not. There sitting on the dresser
were fresh garments for him. Inspecting the
clothes that Herya had set out a fine silk tunic
embroidered with silver and gold, light leather
leggings to allow the cool air of the village to
cool him in the warm hours of the day. As he
entered the dining room of Herya's home there
seat a plate of food waiting for him. Cominus
seat down to the meal that waited him yet
something was missing he could not hear Herya’s pounding on the anvil. “Was she done,”
thought Cominus. Forgoing his meal Cominus
walked to the door that led to Herya's forge. The fires of the forge no longer hungered
for the coal that fed the beast. All that was left
of the fires of the forge was the embers of the
coal cooling in the morning air. Working at her
workbench Herya placed one of his swords in a
vise grinding the edge of the sword with a
whetstone. As he watched the elven woman no longer would he be a rider in name only. Now
all must see that he belongs to their world. The sounds of the stone sliding over the
welded metal seem to sing to the young rider as
he watched. Resting himself on the wooden
stoll Cominus watched the muscles in her arms
move under her skin. She moved with such
grace it seemed more of a dance then a simple
task. Herya knew his eyes were on her looking
though her star light hair, the morning sunlight
silhouetting him as he watched her work. All knew of the prophecies of the two forgotten sons of Aacole. Herya could not have
fathom that she herself would play into it.
However she did enjoy her time with Cominus
last night. Her skin still remember the way his
touch felt. Her body yearned for that touch to
have him fill her once again. She was conflicted true her husband had died many years
ago. She felt that it was a dishonor to his memory. Yet she felt the gods were pushing her towards him.
Could she leave her home to follow this
man back to the land of Sol. What would the
elders think of her if she followed her heart.
Yet as her eyes meet his she knew the answer.
Laying down her grinding stones on the workbench Herya let out a quite sigh.
“I must talk to Erdan,” Herya said under
her breath. As she walked passed Cominus, her
slender hand brushed across his chest. His body
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