Read Online The Silver Tower (The Age of Dawn Book 3) by Everet Martins - Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Everet Martins
Ads: Link
staying now?”
Grimbald shook his head and let out a great sigh. “I’m leaving Field Marshall. For the Silver Tower, tomorrow.” Grimbald felt the hope of his dreams slipping away, draining out of his body. Choices, hard choices. But he’d already made it, didn’t he?
“The Silver Tower, well that’s perfect. I could use eyes and ears in the Tower. Midgaard needs a stronger military presence there. Those wizards think they own the damn realm,” Jast said, blowing out his mustaches.
Grimbald’s eyes danced from side to side and he felt a great warmth settling in his chest. Not just a soldier of the Midgaard Falcon, but he’d be an officer. He couldn’t help but let the smile that wanted to burst forth pull his lips apart.
“That would be great sir, just great,” Grimbald said. This man didn’t waste time with simple talk, a man cut from the same cloth.
“Excellent,” Jast said, steepling his hands. “There were a few hundred men stationed in the Silver Tower and I haven’t heard from their commanding officer in months. I fear for the worst. His name was Hunter. Find out what happened and send word as soon as you can.”
“Three hundred men.” Grimbald’s palms started oozing cold sweat. “But sir, I’ve never commanded anyone,” Grimbald stammered.
“I trust you’re up for the task?”
“Uh, yes. Yes, sir,”
“Good. You’ll figure it out then. It’s not as hard as you think. Hold yourself up to a higher standard and act like you know what you’re doing,” Jast said, the inklings of a smile under his layered mustaches.
“I suppose I can do that.”
“Excellent my boy, excellent,” Jast stood, giving Grimbald a hearty shake. “Let’s get you some proper fitting armor and a proper officer’s pin, Captain Grimbald.”
He couldn’t wait to tell his pa that he’d be commanding a company as a Captain. Today was a going to be a great day.
Chapter Five
Visitors
“The Cypress trees whisper death in the salted breeze.” - The Diaries of Baylan Spear
B aylan had most of the Milvorian artifacts properly organized now. Every time he’d passed by the traitor’s lab, the hair prickled at the back of his neck. It wasn’t the artifacts themselves or the reminder of their previous owner, a man he’d once called friend, but the lack of order. At least that’s what he told himself. He could finally look at Malek’s lab table without acid creeping up his throat.
To his left, sat defensive artifacts that could assist in healing and shield strength. To his right were rows of destructive artifacts, which greatly outnumbered the others. These artifacts were made for violence and inflicting death in a variety of awful ways.
Baylan was glad to be a man only able to harness the Phoenix. He didn’t care much for violence and preferred a good book to a fight, but would fight if the need arose. Reading about violence was always more enjoyable than participating in its calamitousfield. Lillian though, she would have had a great propensity for experimenting with these. Blades of all types littered this section, curving, waving, straight and jagged. Some were so dull they couldn’t break skin, others sharp enough to cut stone.
He picked up a curved dagger that burst alight, fire lapping from its edges. She was a great partner. They might have had a family together. She had wanted a few girls and to live by the River of Blood. It would’ve been nice to spend their days with a nice view of the river’s clear waters. But no—that future had been dashed away by Death Spawn. It was no use going back to that place anymore, nothing but a divergent path now.
He slammed the dagger into the table, flames smoking as a hole burned through it. He released the dagger and the flames fizzled out, no longer activated by drawing from the Phoenix power swimming in his veins. A tear slipped down his cheek. She’s gone now. Into the great black. He would see her again in due time, in the Shadow Realm.
Grimbald shook his head and let out a great sigh. “I’m leaving Field Marshall. For the Silver Tower, tomorrow.” Grimbald felt the hope of his dreams slipping away, draining out of his body. Choices, hard choices. But he’d already made it, didn’t he?
“The Silver Tower, well that’s perfect. I could use eyes and ears in the Tower. Midgaard needs a stronger military presence there. Those wizards think they own the damn realm,” Jast said, blowing out his mustaches.
Grimbald’s eyes danced from side to side and he felt a great warmth settling in his chest. Not just a soldier of the Midgaard Falcon, but he’d be an officer. He couldn’t help but let the smile that wanted to burst forth pull his lips apart.
“That would be great sir, just great,” Grimbald said. This man didn’t waste time with simple talk, a man cut from the same cloth.
“Excellent,” Jast said, steepling his hands. “There were a few hundred men stationed in the Silver Tower and I haven’t heard from their commanding officer in months. I fear for the worst. His name was Hunter. Find out what happened and send word as soon as you can.”
“Three hundred men.” Grimbald’s palms started oozing cold sweat. “But sir, I’ve never commanded anyone,” Grimbald stammered.
“I trust you’re up for the task?”
“Uh, yes. Yes, sir,”
“Good. You’ll figure it out then. It’s not as hard as you think. Hold yourself up to a higher standard and act like you know what you’re doing,” Jast said, the inklings of a smile under his layered mustaches.
“I suppose I can do that.”
“Excellent my boy, excellent,” Jast stood, giving Grimbald a hearty shake. “Let’s get you some proper fitting armor and a proper officer’s pin, Captain Grimbald.”
He couldn’t wait to tell his pa that he’d be commanding a company as a Captain. Today was a going to be a great day.
Chapter Five
Visitors
“The Cypress trees whisper death in the salted breeze.” - The Diaries of Baylan Spear
B aylan had most of the Milvorian artifacts properly organized now. Every time he’d passed by the traitor’s lab, the hair prickled at the back of his neck. It wasn’t the artifacts themselves or the reminder of their previous owner, a man he’d once called friend, but the lack of order. At least that’s what he told himself. He could finally look at Malek’s lab table without acid creeping up his throat.
To his left, sat defensive artifacts that could assist in healing and shield strength. To his right were rows of destructive artifacts, which greatly outnumbered the others. These artifacts were made for violence and inflicting death in a variety of awful ways.
Baylan was glad to be a man only able to harness the Phoenix. He didn’t care much for violence and preferred a good book to a fight, but would fight if the need arose. Reading about violence was always more enjoyable than participating in its calamitousfield. Lillian though, she would have had a great propensity for experimenting with these. Blades of all types littered this section, curving, waving, straight and jagged. Some were so dull they couldn’t break skin, others sharp enough to cut stone.
He picked up a curved dagger that burst alight, fire lapping from its edges. She was a great partner. They might have had a family together. She had wanted a few girls and to live by the River of Blood. It would’ve been nice to spend their days with a nice view of the river’s clear waters. But no—that future had been dashed away by Death Spawn. It was no use going back to that place anymore, nothing but a divergent path now.
He slammed the dagger into the table, flames smoking as a hole burned through it. He released the dagger and the flames fizzled out, no longer activated by drawing from the Phoenix power swimming in his veins. A tear slipped down his cheek. She’s gone now. Into the great black. He would see her again in due time, in the Shadow Realm.
Similar Books
