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Authors: Garry Spoor
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this Academy. Survive here, prove yourself to me, graduate from these halls and then, and only then may you take the title of Hunter.
“Look around you, there are only two ways out of this compound, the western gate and the eastern gate.”
And we just conveniently forget about the large gate on the south wall that you just came through Kile thought as she pushed herself away from the fence. She looked up and down the line to see that the other cadets were hanging on Oblum’s every word. This was the same speech some of them had heard three times already, and they were still listening intently, that is, all but one. For some reason Eric didn’t seem to be very thrilled either as he quietly slipped away from the group. She wouldn’t have given it much thought, let him go, it wasn’t like she was going to miss him, but he wasn’t heading back to the dorms, he was heading up toward the great hall.
In spite of wanting to stay as far away from Eric as possible, she felt the need to follow. His behavior of late has been anything but normal, or at least normal from Eric’s point of view. With all the attention focused on the new recruits, no one saw Kile leave the group.
Whatever it was he was up to, it wasn’t good. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Kile stayed some distance behind him. It wasn’t difficult to figure out where he was going as she followed Eric all the way up to the doors of the Great Hall. He paused for a moment and looked around to make sure he was still alone before he entered. She waited until he was inside before running the last stretch across the open ground. She reached the door just before it closed and stopped it from latching. Holding her breath she slowly pushed it open. The entry doors to the Great Hall were never locked, only the individual rooms, but she was sure that cadets were not aloud in the Great Hall after dark.
She watched from the doorway as Eric mov ed from one exhibit to the next, he was looking for something but it didn’t look as if he knew what it was that he was looking for. He had that sort of dazed look about him as someone who had so many things to choose from, but didn’t know which one he wanted. He finally stopped at the exhibit of Quaineess Nyn the Hunter that had defeated Gator the Ash Creator; that was if the story could be believed. He pulled out a small metal object from his belt and began to pry at the display case.
What was so interesting about this hunter, or more importantly, what this hunter had on display? As far as she knew there was nothing of real value in the gallery, just keepsakes from each hunter’s adventures. She slipped through the door, letting it close quietly behind her as she moved quickly to the left to get a better view. She had never noticed the simple armor display that stood beside the door. An old helmet perched on top of a wooden frame that showed off a battered shield. It was a shame she had not seen it before, she wouldn’t have run into it otherwise.
With quick reflexes that surprised even her, she snatched the helmet out of mid air just as it was about to hit the ground, unfortunately she never had a chance with the very large shield that struck the floor and echoed through the empty gallery likely the ringing of a gong that announced her arrival. Cringing as the echoes died down she looked over at the exhibit of Quaineess Nyn but Eric was long gone. Gorum was right; she would have made a lousy thief.
She set the helmet back on its wooden perch and walked over to the exhibit. The legendary dragon slayer loomed above her on his painted canvas, but she was more interested in his keepsakes. The only things he had on display were a few scales which supposedly belonged to Gator, as well as a long knife and a small golden ring. Which item could have possible interested Eric so much that he would risk stealing it?
“I should have figured it was you.”
Kile turned to see Eric step from
“Look around you, there are only two ways out of this compound, the western gate and the eastern gate.”
And we just conveniently forget about the large gate on the south wall that you just came through Kile thought as she pushed herself away from the fence. She looked up and down the line to see that the other cadets were hanging on Oblum’s every word. This was the same speech some of them had heard three times already, and they were still listening intently, that is, all but one. For some reason Eric didn’t seem to be very thrilled either as he quietly slipped away from the group. She wouldn’t have given it much thought, let him go, it wasn’t like she was going to miss him, but he wasn’t heading back to the dorms, he was heading up toward the great hall.
In spite of wanting to stay as far away from Eric as possible, she felt the need to follow. His behavior of late has been anything but normal, or at least normal from Eric’s point of view. With all the attention focused on the new recruits, no one saw Kile leave the group.
Whatever it was he was up to, it wasn’t good. He kept looking over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being followed. Kile stayed some distance behind him. It wasn’t difficult to figure out where he was going as she followed Eric all the way up to the doors of the Great Hall. He paused for a moment and looked around to make sure he was still alone before he entered. She waited until he was inside before running the last stretch across the open ground. She reached the door just before it closed and stopped it from latching. Holding her breath she slowly pushed it open. The entry doors to the Great Hall were never locked, only the individual rooms, but she was sure that cadets were not aloud in the Great Hall after dark.
She watched from the doorway as Eric mov ed from one exhibit to the next, he was looking for something but it didn’t look as if he knew what it was that he was looking for. He had that sort of dazed look about him as someone who had so many things to choose from, but didn’t know which one he wanted. He finally stopped at the exhibit of Quaineess Nyn the Hunter that had defeated Gator the Ash Creator; that was if the story could be believed. He pulled out a small metal object from his belt and began to pry at the display case.
What was so interesting about this hunter, or more importantly, what this hunter had on display? As far as she knew there was nothing of real value in the gallery, just keepsakes from each hunter’s adventures. She slipped through the door, letting it close quietly behind her as she moved quickly to the left to get a better view. She had never noticed the simple armor display that stood beside the door. An old helmet perched on top of a wooden frame that showed off a battered shield. It was a shame she had not seen it before, she wouldn’t have run into it otherwise.
With quick reflexes that surprised even her, she snatched the helmet out of mid air just as it was about to hit the ground, unfortunately she never had a chance with the very large shield that struck the floor and echoed through the empty gallery likely the ringing of a gong that announced her arrival. Cringing as the echoes died down she looked over at the exhibit of Quaineess Nyn but Eric was long gone. Gorum was right; she would have made a lousy thief.
She set the helmet back on its wooden perch and walked over to the exhibit. The legendary dragon slayer loomed above her on his painted canvas, but she was more interested in his keepsakes. The only things he had on display were a few scales which supposedly belonged to Gator, as well as a long knife and a small golden ring. Which item could have possible interested Eric so much that he would risk stealing it?
“I should have figured it was you.”
Kile turned to see Eric step from
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