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A King is Found
A King is Found
A King is Found
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Perhaps in Terken's Mill or even Rarthereon, those were big cities, but not here, not in the low country. Mart could hardly imagine a reason such an odd looking visitor would come to Laenk. The town was the furthest south you could travel in the whole of the country before hitting the Sea of Souls. Still, he sat there in the shadowy corners, smoking, dressed all in black, with eyes glowing red.

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PublisherGeltab
Release dateSep 17, 2012
ISBN9781301065707
A King is Found
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    A King is Found - Geltab

    A King is Found: Book I

    By

    Geltab

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    A King is Found: Book I

    Perhaps in Terken's Mill or even Rarthereon, those were big cities, but not here, not in the low country. Mart could hardly imagine a reason such an odd looking visitor would come to Laenk. The town was the furthest south you could travel in the whole of the country before hitting the Sea of Souls. The last strange visitor they had was a professional juggler; this new man was definitely not a juggler. Still, he was there, sitting in the lounge of Chapman's inn for the last six hours. Just sitting there silently in the shadowy corners, smoking, dressed all in black, with eyes glowing red. Why was he there? Mart heard tales from grandfather Chapman about scouts of the north with red eyes, half beast and half man according to the stories. Which is all they had been until Mart saw this man for the first time... stories. The red eye scouts were said to work with the one magic power in the universe, attraction. The practice of attraction has been banned for hundreds of years by the Silver Hall, but pockets of resistance remain practicing the art in solitude, or sometimes right under the noses of the authorities. The scouts believe in a prophecy known only to themselves. Mart couldn't believe a legendary scout was showing himself right here at Chapman's inn, he wasn't even attempting to hide the fact he was a red eye northern scout capable of practicing attraction magic.

    Mart was raised in Laenk by the Chapman family, working the inn his whole life, the entire Chapman family did. They never made him feel like an outsider even though he was adopted, no one seemed to know of his origins. His mother told him he was found in a badly damaged leather basket outside the inn's garden after a vicious autumn storm. Other than his being found, nothing ever happened in Laenk, except maybe the annual harvest festival. The rest of the time Mart and the other teenagers in the village had to find ways to entertain themselves when not working for their families. Fishing and swimming were the pastimes, it was warm all year in Laenk so time was spent outdoors in the sun.

    The black hood was pulled so far forward you could barely see the glow of his red eyes within, not a single feature of his face could be made out beneath the smoky exterior. He might as well be a ghost among men, his body morphed into a strange flowing shape beneath his oversized black coat. Mart shuddered to think what weapons were hiding under there while he was clearing the tables and stoking the fire, but he couldn't keep his eyes off the strange visitor. Only three other people sat around the inn drinking ale and eating some crusty bread with goat cheese. They were the usual customers from Laenk, local farmers, people Mart saw so much the sight of their faces bored him half to death.

    'Why can't I stop staring?' Mart thought to himself, having to peel his eyes off of the strangely cloaked visitor time and time again while wiping the tables down with a rag. He didn't notice his father, Vern Chapman standing there looming over him, with his fists on his hips. Vern was a big man wearing an innkeeper's apron, balding, and now bigger in the midsection than anywhere else.

    Mart, I think you wiped the varnish off that table boy. He said in his commanding yet kind voice bringing Mart's attention back to his task and off of those red eyes in the corner.

    Yes sir, Mart said startled before heading back towards the kitchen door forgetting his rag on the table, he wanted some distance between himself and the stranger. Vern grabbed the rag and Mart's arm at the door stopping him putting the rag back into his hand.

    It's not polite to stare at the customers Mart, no matter how different they may seem. Vern said putting extra emphasis on the word different, whispering to Mart so no one would hear.

    Mart looked his father in the eyes feeling compelled to ask, no matter how scared

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