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Authors: Craig Halloran
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she was a born warrior. She stood taller than most men, with strong shoulders and sinewy arms from years of battle. Her jet black hair was tied back, revealing deep blue eyes over her tanned face and scarred cheekbones. She took a deep breath and exhaled, bit her thin red lips, and flung the table over. Everything she had planned for years was about to unfold, yet her gut told her something was wrong. She cursed, spat, and drained a glass of wine. Venir!
He had escaped her camp, slaughtered her commanders, and evaded the bounty for him by the underlings. Her alliance with the underlings had never been on solid ground, now it was falling apart. She wanted to break the alliance and disappear. She felt her grip loosening not long after the young warrior slipped from her side. She spit at the thought of his cocky grin. But, worse still, he had taken her precious, powerful weapon, or they had taken him? For the first time in years she felt vulnerable, rather than invincible.
Nevertheless, she was not ready to abandon her loyal brigand army, who had taken her in when others would not. As for the underlings, they were her best vehicle to take revenge on the Royals who had ripped her life asunder. She had once been one of them, a Royal household member and a rare soldier, rising to become a trusted leader. She clenched her teeth; how naïve she had been not to see it coming. Men were men, after all, and Royal men were the worst. They took what they wanted, willing or not, and made it their own. She too had been taken, against her will, and she had never been the same. She wiped her dry eyes and sneered. Her hatred burned like a hot iron. It would have to do.
She was on the cusp of extracting her revenge. Outpost Thirty-One would fall. But then what? She sensed in her gut that Venir would come for her. With the mystic arsenal in his grip there wasn’t much she could do to stop him. She only hoped she would live long enough to see the outpost burn to the ground. She was almost certain the underlings would ensure it.
She stepped outside into the suns burning light, walked up a rocky hill and grabbed a spy glass from a kneeling orcen sentry. She peered at the great outpost, taking mental note of the defense arrangements underway. The outpost should have been taken by now. She knew Venir was in there, it left her uneasy. They tried to catch up with the man, but could not. He and his comrades were far fleeter than her cumbersome army.
She slung the spyglass at the orc, returned inside her tent, and called for her commanders. They discussed how the siege may take weeks or months now, thanks to Venir’s warning. She had to remind them that she had people on the inside of the outpost as well. They snickered. Her reckoning had come.
CHAPTER 14
Infinity was not always the best place to be. Although it was considered heavenly, it was sometimes quite hellish. Anything imaginable was at your disposal, yet it was boring. Trinos was complaining to herself again, and seemed to enjoy it. At least it kept her entertained.
Trinos was a being, from a created race, that had achieved its greatest potential. Her race had been created by some other infinite being, like her, millenniums ago. How long that was exactly didn’t matter, because time was infinite. What mattered was that Trinos belonged to a race of overachievers. As wonderful as that sounded, her life had become a mundane grind, leaving her to contemplate the sanity of her cosmic thoughts.
There had once been a time, so very long ago, when Trinos’s life was filled with joy, sorrow, adventure, and love. But all of her dreams had come true once her race learned the greatest secret of the cosmic expanse itself. And this discovery had allowed her race to become immortal.
It was thrilling at first, having the time and the power to do whatever she wished. But now, she sometimes thought it might have been better to have died. Those Trinos loved had drifted away to explore their
He had escaped her camp, slaughtered her commanders, and evaded the bounty for him by the underlings. Her alliance with the underlings had never been on solid ground, now it was falling apart. She wanted to break the alliance and disappear. She felt her grip loosening not long after the young warrior slipped from her side. She spit at the thought of his cocky grin. But, worse still, he had taken her precious, powerful weapon, or they had taken him? For the first time in years she felt vulnerable, rather than invincible.
Nevertheless, she was not ready to abandon her loyal brigand army, who had taken her in when others would not. As for the underlings, they were her best vehicle to take revenge on the Royals who had ripped her life asunder. She had once been one of them, a Royal household member and a rare soldier, rising to become a trusted leader. She clenched her teeth; how naïve she had been not to see it coming. Men were men, after all, and Royal men were the worst. They took what they wanted, willing or not, and made it their own. She too had been taken, against her will, and she had never been the same. She wiped her dry eyes and sneered. Her hatred burned like a hot iron. It would have to do.
She was on the cusp of extracting her revenge. Outpost Thirty-One would fall. But then what? She sensed in her gut that Venir would come for her. With the mystic arsenal in his grip there wasn’t much she could do to stop him. She only hoped she would live long enough to see the outpost burn to the ground. She was almost certain the underlings would ensure it.
She stepped outside into the suns burning light, walked up a rocky hill and grabbed a spy glass from a kneeling orcen sentry. She peered at the great outpost, taking mental note of the defense arrangements underway. The outpost should have been taken by now. She knew Venir was in there, it left her uneasy. They tried to catch up with the man, but could not. He and his comrades were far fleeter than her cumbersome army.
She slung the spyglass at the orc, returned inside her tent, and called for her commanders. They discussed how the siege may take weeks or months now, thanks to Venir’s warning. She had to remind them that she had people on the inside of the outpost as well. They snickered. Her reckoning had come.
CHAPTER 14
Infinity was not always the best place to be. Although it was considered heavenly, it was sometimes quite hellish. Anything imaginable was at your disposal, yet it was boring. Trinos was complaining to herself again, and seemed to enjoy it. At least it kept her entertained.
Trinos was a being, from a created race, that had achieved its greatest potential. Her race had been created by some other infinite being, like her, millenniums ago. How long that was exactly didn’t matter, because time was infinite. What mattered was that Trinos belonged to a race of overachievers. As wonderful as that sounded, her life had become a mundane grind, leaving her to contemplate the sanity of her cosmic thoughts.
There had once been a time, so very long ago, when Trinos’s life was filled with joy, sorrow, adventure, and love. But all of her dreams had come true once her race learned the greatest secret of the cosmic expanse itself. And this discovery had allowed her race to become immortal.
It was thrilling at first, having the time and the power to do whatever she wished. But now, she sometimes thought it might have been better to have died. Those Trinos loved had drifted away to explore their
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