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    The Club: Elf Saga Vol. 3
    The Club: Elf Saga Vol. 3
    The Club: Elf Saga Vol. 3
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    The Club: Elf Saga Vol. 3

    By Charles G. Dyer

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    Although still in her teens, Brie, a highborn elf girl, has experienced a lifetime of one trauma after another. Her strong-willed determination, and the support of her surrogate family and friends help her to continue her quests.

    Striving for knowledge, becoming a healer and saving the elves from extinction are her self-imposed challenges. She realises that it is impractical to save the entire population and in any case, there are undesirable elements that do not deserve to be saved.

    Sara suggests that forming a club might be a good way of selecting desirable elite elves. Brie and Sara somehow find the time to nurture budding romances.

    Is the fate of Atlantis really sealed? Are the dragon's predictions and the seers' visions accurate? Will the elfin race survive, and if so, where? And, what will become of the silver dragon? The answers all lie within

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    PublisherCharles G. Dyer
    Release dateApr 14, 2014
    ISBN9781311923783
    The Club: Elf Saga Vol. 3
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    Charles G. Dyer

    Charles Dyer is a consulting engineer, former senior lecturer and former technical magazine editor. He creates 3D models to help with visualisation and realism in his writing.

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      The Club - Charles G. Dyer

      THE CLUB

      Elf Saga Vol. 3

      CHARLES G. DYER

      Copyright © 2014 Charles G. Dyer

      All rights reserved.

      ISBN-13: 9781311923783

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      CONTENTS

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Chapter Thirteen

      Chapter Fourteen

      Chapter Fifteen

      Chapter Sixteen

      Chapter Seventeen

      Chapter Eighteen

      Chapter Nineteen

      Chapter Twenty

      Chapter Twenty One

      Chapter_Twenty_Two

      Chapter_Twenty_Three

      NOTES

      About The Author

      Pronunciation of Elfin Names and Words

      Brieanobh = Bree-are-nov (female)

      Authiel = Ore-th-ee-ell (female)

      Silima = Sheila-mah (female)

      Morwen = More-wen (female)

      Deifurwen = Day-fur-wen (female)

      Gwendowen = Gwen-dough-wen (female)

      Saranobh = Sar-un-nov (female)

      Urlabrabh = Err-la-bruv (female)

      Draiodoir = Dry-oh-do-uh (female)

      Lauranowen = Law-ran-oh-when (female)

      Simonarobh = Sim-moan-a-rov (female)

      Oliankobh = Olly-ann-cough (female)

      Dorsidhion = Door-sheeth-ee-on (male)

      Cuculion = Koo-kool-ee-on (male)

      Pectolion = Peck-toe-lee-on (male)

      Megildion = Meh-gild-ee-on (male)

      Baralyan = Bar-ahl-yahn (male)

      Herbidhion = Her-bith-ee-on (male)

      Fiodorion = Fee-oh-door-ee-on (male)

      Listarion = List-air-ee-on (male)

      Dialtion = Dee-alt-ee-on (male)

      Brathion = Brath-ee-on (male)

      Ionadion = Eye-on-add-ee-on (male)

      Amadion = Ah-mar-dee-on (male)

      Bromachion = Brom-match-ee-on (male)

      Montigion = Mon-tig-ee-on (male)

      Judethion = Jud-eth-ee-on (male)

      Nuadathion = New-are-dath-ee-on (male)

      Airgead a Crionna = Air-gee-ard ah Cree-oh-naar

      CHAPTER ONE

      Authiel sipped her mead from a golden goblet. You have been with me for over a year now Brie.

      Hmm, Brie ran a finger around the rim of her goblet. About twenty months. She chuckled. It seems like a lifetime when you think of everything we've done together.

      True, but I never did ask when your birthday was, and I am sorry we missed the opportunity of having a party. Authiel crossed her legs and straightened her skirt.

      Modesty was not Authiel's strong suit. She was an exhibitionist, and she often used apparently modest behaviour to draw attention to herself. The skirt she wore showed most of her shapely legs, and left very little to the imagination. Earlier in their acquaintance, Brie would have cringed with embarrassment. Now she simply accepted Authiel without any reservations.

      Brie rolled her eyes. Yeah well, I forgot about it. We were kind of busy trying to find Dei, and squashing the Bulls' conspiracy at the time. I turned nineteen on the fifth of Brigit, for what it's worth.

      Huh, the fifth of the fifth. Sara quirked her mouth. I've always thought that five was my lucky number. It sure seems to work for you, Sis.

      So, when's your birthday Sara? Brie quaffed the last of her fruit juice.

      The heart of winter, brrr. Sara shivered her shoulders affectedly. Fourteenth of Poseidon. And you, Mom?

      Authiel topped up her drink from a crystal decanter. The fourth of Aengus, the day after the earthquake. Next year, we will have a party for each of our birthdays.

      Hmm, right now Sara and I better get cracking with our studies. She's got magic exams as well as medical ones and I need to concentrate on diseases. Brie stood up and kissed Authiel on the forehead.

      ***

      I never thought I'd say this because I'm not really a party creature… Sara sighed and slapped her pencil on the desk. But after all this work, I'm so looking forward to Urla's party.

      Have you finished the translation for Ionadion? Brie kept her eyes on her book.

      Yeah, Sara selected a magic theory book from her pile, Mom had a look at it, and I had to tidy up the presentation a bit, but it's done, thank the gods. I'll give it to him when I sit for the first exam. Looks as though, I got lucky with the timetables. None of my magic ones clash with any of the medical ones.

      I asked Mom about Urla being like a sister to her, Brie said.

      And?

      Brie chuckled. Can you believe it? Mom blushed.

      No! Really? Sara sniggered.

      I gather they really were the talk of the town shortly after coming out. Sometimes bordering on scandalous, but I didn't get any details. Maybe that's just as well, huh? Brie sniffed.

      Yeah, I guess we all have something to hide. Sara huddled down with her book.

      ***

      Despite their hectic schedules, both Brie and Sara kept up with their training. Sara preferred to relax and read at the arena, while Brie worked out with Megildion, but they both swam every day, after classes. The diversion kept them fit, and served as a welcome break from their academic pursuits.

      Classes were a crazy combination of revision and new work that had fallen behind because of the earthquake. Students were as keyed up about the forthcoming exams as they were about the winter break that followed them.

      Sara frequently complained of headaches until Brie gave her some advice. Relax, breathe and circulate to assess your options. That's what Megildion recommends for fighting, and love. She laughed. I guess I apply that rule to everything now, and it helps. For studying, I've adapted the circulate part to simply hopping from one subject to the next.

      De Aoine was the last day of the academic week, so the girls rushed home after classes to get ready for Urla's party. Sara went to her room and used her own bathroom. Brie almost never used her bathroom anymore because she had got into the habit of bathing with Authiel.

      Mom, Brie said as she rubbed soap onto Authiel's back, now that Sara's part of the family, don't you think that we should get her to bath with us too.

      Authiel was quiet for a moment. I suppose the bath is big enough, barely. We can ask her, but…

      What?

      Authiel hesitated. She is set in her ways, and I do not think she would like the idea.

      Hmm, I wasn't too keen to start with either, but it's lovely to be pampered by somebody else. I don't think that I'd like a stranger or a servant to wash me, but I look forward to bathing with you. Brie rinsed Authiel's back with a sponge.

      The three of them got together in Authiel's room to dress. The girls' rooms had tiny closets, so the bulk of their clothing was kept in the huge wardrobes in the master bedroom.

      Hey, Sis, Brie tugged on Sara's dressing gown, why don't you bath with us?

      Sara pulled her head back and widened her eyes. Um, because I've bathed alone for my whole life.

      Aw. Brie pulled a face. You are family now, and we don't want you to feel left out. It's so nice when Mom washes my hair, or scrubs my back. Really, you should at least try it…

      Sara said, "You know I don't feel comfortable…

      Brie interrupted. Yeah, but you swim in the pool with a lot of strangers.

      Sara, my dear, Authiel looked over her shoulder as she opened her wardrobe. I will not insist, but I am inclined to agree with Brie. Take your time and think about it. I have come to think of you as more of a daughter than my own children were…

      I know you both mean well, but gods, I never even bathed with my own mother. I just think it's a bit weird. Sara sighed. Oh, all right… I'll give it a try, sometime.

      In keeping with Authiel's whims, they all wore identical outfits. The ensemble that Authiel selected had a knee-length skirt with a hip-high slit. The black silk was embroidered with a border of roses in silver thread. Their pale blue halter-neck silk blouses had black ivy vines to provide a touch of modesty. Nevertheless, their backs were bare, and both front and side cleavages were coquettishly displayed. On their feet were matching black dancing pumps. To cap it all, a silver filigree tiara was set with pure black onyxes ranging in size from lentil to pea.

      Authiel and Sara made tight buns of their hair that were held in place by silver combs. Brie preferred having her hair loose, but it was held off her exquisitely pointed ears by the tiara. Once everyone thought they were ready, Authiel did a final inspection and made a few adjustments.

      Perhaps a bit conservative, but it will do. Authiel smiled.

      Conservative! Gods Mom, what do you call risqué? Brie took one last look in the mirror as she left the room.

      A string belt, Sara mumbled. Brie giggled, but Authiel was halfway down the passage so she never heard the comment.

      Authiel's timing was impeccable. The women had no sooner arrived at the entrance of the palace than Pectolion arrived in his chariot. He got out and held the doors open for the ladies.

      He looked dashing in dark chocolate long trousers with a gold stripe down the length of the outer seams. His long-sleeved shirt of the same colour had gold epaulettes and a stiff upturned collar.

      As always, you look simply perfect Authiel. He kissed her lightly on the cheek. He smiled at the girls. Brie, Sara.

      Urla's place was not far, a mere fifteen-minute walk, but walking to social occasions was so infra dig. Had it been next door, Authiel would have expected to arrive in a chariot.

      Urla met them and all her other guests at the door to the ballroom. It was not according to society conventions, but Urla did things her way with little concern for any rules. Her attire bordered on indecent.

      The tiny canary yellow skirt only just hid her front nether region, but it swept down and around at the back in a gentle curve to mid-thigh. The waistline was so low that it was a wonder that the garment did not fall off her hips. The cleavage of her buttocks peeped out for all to see. The top was almost non-existent. It comprised of a few strings that held tiny triangles of cloth over her breasts. These were made to look even less substantial by an array of bright yellow feathers that were arranged to emulate the tail of a small bird.

      She squealed her delight and brashly drew everyone's attention to her. Ooh, Authiel my dear, I'm so glad you could make it. Urla launched herself at Authiel and smothered her in a suggestive embrace and kisses.

      Just like old times, darling. Authiel chuckled and smacked Urla's bottom.

      When she was finally released, Authiel introduced Pectolion, Brie and Sara. Urla made a show of fluffing her feathers. She made a similar fuss over Brie and Sara, but she did not seem particularly interested in Pectolion.

      Isn't this Prince Amadion's palace? Pectolion asked.

      Hmm, it was until he got executed for being a silly bugger. It's all mine now, Urla said without any display of emotion.

      Pectolion sheepishly said, Oh, I am sorry. I beg your pardon…

      Urla smiled as she patted his arm. Don't be sorry. I'm not. She spun on her heel, signalled to the musicians and clapped her hands. Let's dance.

      Authiel and Pectolion took to the floor, and several other couples joined them. Brie raised her eyebrows at Sara. Don't know about you, but I'm so hungry I could eat a whale.

      They circled the dance floor to get to the tables laden with a great variety of food and drink. I don't see anyone that we know. I'm guessing that these people are all much older than us. Sara picked up a gold plate and started loading it with a selection of cold meats and salads. Why didn't you ask Tim to come?

      Brie poured fruit juice into a tumbler. I did but he's helping his father to repair earthquake damage so he hasn't got much time left for studying, and none for leisure.

      Urla's either very selective or she's got fewer friends than I thought she'd have, Sara said.

      Brie looked around the glittering ballroom. Crystal chandeliers cast speckled light onto the guests making it harder to identify anyone. She counted five musicians, six couples dancing and nine people that were either eating or collecting food. Maybe the earthquake made a bigger difference than we realise. She hinted at her husband being involved in something seriously illegal so that could've rid her of a lot of so-called friends.

      Yeah, trouble has a way of doing that. Sara suddenly felt a strong empathy with Urla. She had lost all her so-called friends even though the Elders had found her innocent. Society tended to shun anyone that was associated with scandal, no matter how trivial the connection.

      They found a table and chairs away from the other wallflowers and sat down to watch the dancing while they ate. Sara sent a thought to Brie. "I hope Mom doesn't get any ideas from Urla. Gods, I never saw anything more revealing than that."

      Brie drank some juice. Hmm, Mom's ideas about clothing are already too racy for my liking.

      I never know what to say to strangers. That's what I liked about Andion to start with. He made me feel so at ease, and he was so talkative. Sara popped a slice of ham into her mouth.

      Brie stopped a forkful of salad in front of her. Huh, sounds like a different person from the Andion I knew. He hardly ever had anything to say, and I can't say that I felt that comfortable with him. More often than not, he just irritated me.

      The graceful dance movements alternated between hands clapped over their heads and linked arms as partners were exchanged during swirling changes of sides and position on the floor. The skipping steps were supposed to be in time with the percussion, but nobody seemed to care about that.

      The drummer had three instruments that each received an almost equal number of blows. A set of five fist-sized bronze bells dangled from a framework. A beaten copper timpani stood on a trestle on the opposite side, and in the middle was a log drum. The two-rod long hollow log was about three hands in diameter, and one end was covered with taut skin. It produced a deep resonant sound that the dancers were meant to follow.

      Two lute players and two flautists flanked the drummer. One of the flautists alternated between playing a flute or a horn. The acoustics of the ballroom were not ideal, and sometimes echoes could be heard.

      Urla circulated like a bee in a flowerbed, hovering around one guest before buzzing away to the next one. Brie smiled at the little woman's antics with a little envy. I might be bold enough to talk to dragons and kings, but I don't make friends easily.

      Sara saw that Brie was talking about their hostess. Yeah, even before Seal Bay taught me solitude and humility, I was a bit of a loner. She's something else, isn't she?

      When Urla arrived at their table, she changed tactics. She pulled up a chair and sat down fanning her face with one hand. Phew, I'm so hot.

      Must be because you're wearing too many feathers. Brie grinned.

      Despite the music, Urla's high ringing laugh turned heads. "Ooh, you are a naughty girl. Care to pluck me, eh?" She laughed again, long and loud.

      Sara snorted. Would you like something to drink, Urla? We've only got juice here, but I could get you…

      Urla waved a hand. No, not to worry. Juice will be fine, thanks Sara. And why are you pretty young things without partners?

      Mine's fixing earthquake damage. Brie handed her a tumbler full of juice.

      Urla smiled. Thanks. She cast an enquiring glance at Sara over the top of her drink.

      You haven't got one either, Sara said.

      No. Urla put her glass down. "He was cut from the same cloth as Beinion the Bastard. I suppose you know that story. Actually, it was something of a relief when they took him away."

      Sara nodded. I can imagine. My husband was an adulterer. Thank Brigit, he's dead. Gods, why am I telling her?

      I heard that you were going to marry Pectolion's son. Urla crossed her legs and checked her gleaming auburn hair. It was clipped into a tight bun by gold combs that were bejewelled with yellow topaz.

      Sara rolled her eyes. Are there no secrets in this city? Um, that was the idea, but since the earthquake, he's changed his mind. The little coward hasn't even got the guts to tell me that either.

      Men! Urla gently stroked her feathers. Why do we bother with them?

      Brie arched an eyebrow. If you feel like that then why do you dress that way? I guess it's what society expects of us.

      Pah, society! Urla took a swig of juice. I do what I want, and I ignore the gossips. Half of them are the most insincere people under the sun. Little wonder that Cuculion and Morwen withdrew from the circuit years ago.

      So then, I take it that your friends aren't the gossipy types? Brie made a sweeping gesture that took in all the guests.

      Urla sniggered. "My dear girl, everyone gossips to some extent. Let's face it, honey, we all rely on gossip to keep abreast of what's going on. What I really detest is malicious catty gossip."

      Yeah… Sara swallowed a morsel of meat, and rumours based on lies or conjecture.

      How do you feel about leaving Atlantis, Urla? Brie asked.

      The little elf's eyes widened. Why would I want to?

      Brie shrugged. "The earthquake, and maybe if you knew there was more of the same to come, or worse."

      Urla emphasised her surprise with a hand on her cheek. By Etain, Brie, do you think it might happen again? Nothing in the recorded histories ever mentioned such an awful catastrophe before.

      There was sound scientific reason for it to happen, and now that it's begun, there's every reason to believe that more such cataclysmic quakes, and possibly volcanic explosions will follow, soon. Brie bit a small sausage from her fork.

      Where would you go? From what I've heard of the colonies, there's not one that appeals to me. I've had my fill of crazy princes, thank you very much. Urla laughed infectiously.

      Brie smiled involuntarily. I believe that there's an island to the north of us that might be suitable. I think and hope that Cuculion will be sending a survey ship there soon.

      Sara leaned closer to Urla to keep her voice down. We'd like to form a club of decent honest elves who want to shake off the corruption and moral decay that's become so rife in this place.

      How intriguing! This bears further discussion without the distraction of a party. Please excuse me for now girls. Urla laughed. I better see to my other guests or I'll become the subject of more gossip.

      Urla kissed the top of Sara's head as she left them. I love your costume.

      Sara blushed and tucked into her food. Brie mimicked her and shared her thoughts. "A club? That's a great idea, Sara."

      "Thanks. Sara continued eating. It's just a logical progression of what you've been saying for a while. What better way to rally support for your idea of leaving. And with a club that's by invitation only, we get to chose who comes with us."

      Brie pushed her empty plate away. "What a pity Airgead wants to remain anonymous, and she doesn't seem keen on the idea of leaving either."

      Sara swallowed a mouthful. "Yeah, if she stuck her head out of her cave and sat on the temple to tell everyone what's what, we'd be inundated with people wanting to join us."

      Brie twisted the dragon ring on her finger. "Humph, I wonder if the temple could bear her weight? I somehow don't think that her word would make that much difference to half the greedy crooks on this island."

      Excuse me, ladies. An elf who was shorter than Brie stepped up to their table. My name is Bromachion. Urla said that I should introduce myself because you don't have partners.

      Brie bit her tongue to hold back a rude remark. "Damn! I so didn't want to have strangers foisted onto me."

      "Be nice Sis. Sara managed to smile and waved a hand at Brie. That is Princess Brieanobh and I'm Saranobh."

      "I'll wring Urla's neck and stuff her feathers in her mouth. Brie recovered her manners. I am pleased to meet you, Bromachion. Would you care to sit?"

      Thank you, and I am pleased to meet you both. I'm a student of Urla's, and she told me that you are Bunsean experts. He sat in the chair that Urla had vacated.

      Brie studied him. The cobalt blue shirt marks him as a prince but he's modest enough not to mention that. The ancient language is not something to be trifled with. The bulk of it is words of power that invoke your glamour. The wrong phrasing could kill you or somebody else.

      What's your interest in Bunsean? Sara asked.

      He lifted a shoulder and smiled toothily. Ancient history. The library has countless old tomes and documents that I can't read. His eyes drifted over Sara's body.

      "He's all yours, Sis." Brie chuckled in Sara's mind. She poured herself some more juice.

      "I'll get you for this. Sara blushed and touched her ear. Student huh? You must be the only one here. Everyone else looks old enough to be my great grandparents."

      He laughed pleasantly. By Aengus, yes. I only tagged along with my parents who are friends of Urla's, and I'd had enough of books for one year. I'm older than most of my class. I suppose that my being a hundred probably makes me too old for you too.

      Humph, not many people favour the god of love and poetry. That sets him apart, and he's definitely more suitable for Sara than Andion was. Brie sipped her juice and watched the dancers.

      Not really. Damn! Now I'm encouraging him. Sara

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