chapter three (fire)




            Ted froze. The blade continued to glint in the moonlight.

            Then the harsh voice spoke again.  “Good, now be an obedient boy and put your hands behind your back.”

            Ted did as he was told. Suddenly a huge amount of pressure constricted his arms so that they could not move.

            The man behind him grunted. “There we are, nice and tight. Now to see how Amariah is doing.”

            Ted heard the man shuffle from behind him. He then heard some whispering.

“Yes, Partha. I swear, the man is a magician. I put the knife across his throat and he grunted, but then he vanished. Poof! Just like that. I jumped back in surprise and that’s when I heard it.”

            “Heard what?”

            “Footsteps. And I saw footprints. Made by boots they were, but I didn’t see any boots.”

            “So all we got to bring to Icarus is a brat wandering around the woods? Great, he’ll have our skins for this.”

            “Still, we can’t just leave. Remember what happened to Rebia[1]?”

            After that Ted heard nothing. Only the far away hooting of an owl. After a few minutes of absolute silence Ted finally fell asleep.

            When he woke up Ted quickly looked around.  When he had gone to sleep, Ted was on his side, staring at the dying fire. When he woke up, however, he was on his back, staring at the rising sun.

            “It’s about time you woke up. Now tell me, are those the buffoons who tried to slit your throat?” Samuel asked, amusement in his voice.

            Ted sat up and looked at Samuel, then he looked at the two men.

            They were dressed head to toe in gray cloth. Each one’s shoulders were spiked and sloping. Their faces were covered in masks, somewhat resembling the one that Samuel had. One of them had red gilding around his shoulders, wrist and boots.

            Ted shrugged. “I didn’t really see them, I only heard them talking to each other behind my back.”

            “But, just for the sake of an argument, if these were the men what would you do?”

            “Well, I would just send them back to their leader. Icarus, was it?” Ted responded, remembering their obvious terror of him. Ted guess was instantly gratified by the masked men recoiling in horror.

            Samuel chuckled, “Well then, to Icarus it is.” At this Samuel gestured with his hand and the men relaxed. “Leave. NOW!”

             The men jumped at the last part and began to run east. Once they were far away the red gilded one turned around and shouted.

            “THE ALLY WILL FIND YOU AND THEY WILL NOT BE MERCIFUL!”

            Samuel just turned around and began to rummage through the saddle bags. “Blast it! They took all the food. Well I guess we’ll just have to go to town.”

            Samuel began to put the saddle bags back on Rosemary and put the bit back on.

            “Who were they?” Ted asked

            “Socertan[2] foot soldiers. The red one was a captain.” Samuel said in a matter-of-fact way.

            “Why were they here? I mean, what are armed men doing in the middle of Jeptus[3]? And what is the ‘ally’?” Ted asked.

            “Well, the Socerta is a group bent towards the betterment of magicians, at least that’s what they say, so they can wander wherever they want without being affected by local border laws. The Socerta also has its own standing army, which makes them a force to be reckoned with. Socerta means ally so obviously, the soldiers thought that they would be avenged for touching them in a hostile way.” Samuel responded quickly.

            Ted was still confused, “If they are unaffected by local laws, but can impose their own, then how can countries defend their magicians? And if they have their own standing army, what’s to stop them from marching on the capital of Aros[4] and waging war?”

            “Numbers. Socerta cannot march on the capital of any country, especially Aros, because they do not have the numbers. They also can’t draft magicians, at least not openly. And only certain countries allow Socertan magicians to wander in their land. After all, no matter how big of a country you are, it is never a good idea to have potential spies everywhere.” Samuel responded, a sad look in his eyes.

            Samuel then finished packing up. “Well, there’s no better time than the present to leave.” With that he took Rosemary’s bridle and started on the path.

            “Let’s go.”  He called over his shoulder.

            After an hour of traveling Ted could finally see a small town in the distance.

            “Prepare yourself.” Samuel called over his shoulder, breaking Ted out of his thoughts.

            “For what?” Ted asked, beginning to get worried.

            Samuel just smiled. “You’ll see.”

            When they finally reached the village, Ted kept a wary eye out for anything suspicious. Ted didn’t see anything as Samuel guided Rosemary through the town square, looking for food vendors. When they found an inn, Ted looked through the mess hall, but only saw some normal looking farmers. That all changed when he saw the bar tender.

            He was a cyclops. He was huge, well over seven feet, was heavy set and had very muscular limbs. But the most prominent feature was his face. It only had one eye set in the middle of his large forehead. Everything spoke of great power of both mind and body.

            “What’s your pleasure?” he asked in a gruff bass.

             “I think I’ll have a half-ale, while my friend here will have a chorna.” Samuel said smoothly, not at all disturbed that a one-eyed giant was staring at him.

            “Of course.” The cyclops said quickly, turning around to a multitude of glasses and liquids behind him.

            Samuel gestured for Ted to follow him as he walked towards a table.

            “What in the name of Zeke[5] was that?” Ted asked when they were finally seated.

            “What do you mean? That was a cyclops.” Samuel said simply.

            “I thought they were only the stuff of legend, you know, like the pegasi and the Chimera[6].” Ted stated.

            Samuel began to laugh. “No, not at all. Both of those are not just the stuff of legend, especially not the Chimera. But any who, cyclopes are not legends or myths, but are in fact a prosperous race. Mining and metalwork are their main trades. Cycloptic[7] steelwork is legendary, and even an average skilled cyclops can earn a pretty penny.”

            At that moment, the bar tender came up with their drinks.

            “Here you are, one half-ale and one chorna.” He rumbled. “That’ll be a crown and a half.”

            Samuel dug through his pockets and put the money on the table. The cyclops grunted and went back to the bar.

            “Did he seem like a myth to you?” Samuel asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

            “Well… no, but,” Ted said hesitantly.

            "But you find it hard to accept that the thing your parents scared you with at night is real. You always passed the stories off as lies.”

            A girl grabbed a chair from another table and placed next to Ted. A girl with jet black hair sat in the relocated chair. She had grey skin and jade green eyes. She wore a black jacket that extended to her knees, as well as some torn pants and a shirt that puffed at the sleeves. Ted also noticed that she wore black gloves that had the finger tips reinforced with silver.[8]

            “I’m Samuel and this is Ted. Nice to meet you.” Samuel said kindly, extending his hand towards her.

            “Yeah, whatever. So, I couldn’t help but hear your conversation and I thought I might be able to contribute.” The mysterious girl said, focusing her on Ted.

            Samuel sat there, stunned. “Well, you see, I think we are pretty much covered in the department of the cycloptic race, but thank you any way.”

            Katherine just shrugged. “so, I’m guessing you guys were waylaid by some Socertan thugs who stole your supplies so you guys came here. I’m also guessing Farm boy over here” at this she gestured at Ted, “hasn’t been out of his precious farming village and his loving, world traveling uncle” at this she gestured to Samuel, “took pity on his nephew and decided to take him on one of his adventures.”

            Samuel began to laugh. Ted stared at the girl with a confused look, wondering where she got a story like that.

            Samuel began to wipe a tear from his eye. “No my dear, but I really wish it were so. I am, to my great disappointment, not this boy’s uncle. Now would you like me to guess your past?”

            “I’d like to see you try, old man.” She said haughtily, while crossing her arms in defiance.

            “Very well, I will try. Let’s see, you ran away from your family due to your father, you deserted the Socertan army, attesting that you can think rationally, and that you are currently in great need of food.” Samuel said, crossing his fingers.

            The girl bolted upright. “How did you?”

            “I also knew your father, Katherine Lyon, and let me tell you that he was devastated when you ran away.” Samuel said accusingly.

            Lthe girl covered her face with her hands and began to cry.

            “As was I, my dear Kitty.” Samuel said tenderly, ebracing the sobbing girl.

Here you guys go, chapter three, and on the blog! let's go. but any who, I'll try to get chapter four out as soon as possible. comment below on what you thought (or tell me in person). but until then, Adios!!!!


           

           



[1] Inkling’s note: Just so you guys know, she had the bottom of her feet loped off and then made to walk on coals. Just to give a scope of the Socertan government and how they deal with deserters.
[2] I.N: Pronounced SO-CHAIR-TAN.
[3] I.N: The country that Ted and Samuel are in. I’ll try to get you guys a map, but Silew was on the southern border of Jeptus, right next to Mineva.
[4] I.N: Another country, bordering Mineva, known for their magical prowess. They were the first ones to weaponize golems, but that doesn’t happen ‘til book 3. Until then, they were just a small country you did not want to mess with. Of course, Ted doesn’t know that. (he just thought that they were a small country)
[5] Hermes 2017
[6] My world shares pretty much the same mythology as Greece and the ancient world. You may call me lazy, but I really like those stories, so I’m going to keep them. After all, Cyclops was Greek, sort of.
[7]  Dear Sara, I did look up the correct possessive form for cyclops and it is cycloptic.
[8] Thank you, Sara, for this character design. It was meant for a completely different plot, but I couldn’t pass on such a character for this story! So once again, thank you.