Damsel Knight: Part One
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Sometimes the best knight is a damsel.
In a world where women are seen as weak, defenceless creatures for men to protect and own, one orphan girl wants to be different. She dreams of being a knight. Slaying dragons, taking down armies with her father’s sword. Only her foster parents don’t agree with her views. On the night of her betrothal to a man over twice her age, the King’s soldiers come to their tiny village, and in the chaotic aftermath she’s left with a choice. Go back to life she knows and marry a man she despises. Or journey onward and risk death to earn the knighthood she dreams of.
The road forward isn’t a safe one for a girl travelling with only her foster brother as company. Magic lurks in dark places. Vengeance burrows deep in many equally dark hearts. And all around the circle armies are gathering to defend the Kingdom against a threat not seen for a thousand years.
This is the first part of the 140 thousand word fantasy adventure.
Sam Austin
Sam Austin is the author of over 25 stories ranging from short horrors to the 136 thousand word fantasy epic 'Damsel Knight.' Her short story 'Second Chance' was awarded an honorable mention in the writers of the future contest. Her favourite genres to play in are fantasy, horror, and science fiction. Most of her works could be considered young adult. Having autism and dyspraxia, she's passionate about including underrepresented characters in her stories. Her novel 'Damsel Knight' features a gender questioning teenager in a fantasy world with very strict gender roles. Roy of the 'Crystal Wolves' series occasionally battles mental health issues alongside solving paranormal crimes. And her upcoming series stars a protagonist who happens to have a severe spinal injury. She's very fond of underdogs, so most of her stories contain characters way over their heads. The sort of guys or girls who are way too stubborn to back down even when they seem to have half of London gunning for them (Truth Seeker), or are surrounded by creatures who could kill them with a flick of the wrist (Crystal Wolves). For updates on new releases sign up to her mailing list here: http://forms.aweber.com/form/70/1281520670.htm. Or check out her website here: http://samaustinwriter.wordpress.com/about-me
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Damsel Knight - Sam Austin
Damsel Knight
by Sam Austin
All rights reserved
Copyright 2015 by Sam Austin
First Edition: October 2015
This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited. No part of this book can be reproduced in any form or by electronic or mechanical means including information storage and retrieval systems, without permission in writing by the author. The only exception is by a reviewer who may quote short excerpts in a review.
For more information see: http://samaustinwriter.wordpress.com/about-me
Cover photograph: © | Dreamstime.com
Stories in the Crystal Wolves series:
Moon Madness
Blood Trail
Other Stories from this author:
Novellas:
Sage
Short Stories:
What You Wish For
Demon Teddy Bear
Monster
Second Chance
Monster Hangover
They Came at Night
Listen to Me
Iron Knife
Time for War
The Exterminator
Smile
Education
It’ll be a Riot
Hellhound
The Dragon
The Doorway
Contents:
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Book One
Chapter 1
The guardian stone stands tall where it has for a thousand years, and where those it protects expect it will stand for a thousand more.
Thirty years have passed since a hand last touched its surface, and another seventy are due before a druid will come to check on it again. Many have tried to break it, from vast armies, to small children who learnt the hard way that while you may leave the giant circle this stone and its cousins form around the kingdom, few men are given the power to let you back inside.
No one reached an inch from its surface. Not with arrows, swords, magic, or fists. Until today.
A cracking sound splits the air. If a man stood on the inside of the barrier, he would look up with horror at the noise few who spend their lives deep inside the protective circle would recognise. The dragon flies high in the clear blue sky. It flaps its wings again with a whooshing crack.
Had the stone had thoughts, it would not be worried. Dragons had come and gone, slamming themselves against the invisible barrier with a blow that strained the constant hum of the guardian stones, but always ended with the barrier whole and the animal bruised and broken.
It had no way to tell that this time would be different.
The dragon stops a distance from the stone, its giant wings flapping more frantically. It eyes the object with a feral hate. Then jerking forward its neck, it lets out a burst of white hot fire.
The guardian stone stands through the assault stoically, the raised pitch of its hum the only evidence of strain. The dragon is bigger than most, its fire hotter, but the barrier is made to last.
That should be it. The dragon should give up, go back to its nest, the circle safe for another day. But all at once the humming stops.
White hot flames shoot through the invisible barrier to blacken the grass on the other side. For a moment the large stone disappears under a jet of bright white. A sharp crack, barely audible over the beat of the dragon’s wings, and the ancient stone splits into two.
By the time the dragon closes its mouth the stone is a jagged pile, strewn on burnt ground.
Satisfied, the dragon flies above the stone. Its muscles tense as it passes through the barrier, but it meets no resistance. It does not pause to celebrate. This is not the victory it’s looking for.
Its claws itch to rend, its teeth to crush men, women, children. It doesn’t care who it hurts. It wants to hear the screaming, smell the blood, and see blackened corpses frozen forever in horror.
It flies toward the unknowing kingdom, and the beat of its wings sounds like death.
Chapter 2
The clash of swords fills the hot summer air. Bonnie fights valiantly, with the ferocity of a berserker, and the honed skills of a knight. She dances back and forth with her attacker, bare feet nimble over the uneven ground on the river's edge. His breath comes in ragged pants whilst hers slides from her lungs, smooth as silk. Then an opening. She takes it, twisting her sword against his until the wooden sword springs out of his hand and lands with a splash in the river.
Quickly while his guard is down, she raises her sword and points the wooden tip at his neck. Will you yield?
Neven's only response is to put a finger in his mouth with a look of pained indignation. I think you gave me a splinter.
She lowers her sword, feeling the warm rush of victory flood through her. It doesn't last long enough for her to enjoy it. This is what her father called an empty victory. Neven had never been a match for her despite years of her diligent tutoring.
Neven looks despondently at the river, which is little more than a stream really. He sucks at his finger, his untidy mop of brown hair falling over his tanned face. His shoulders slump, making him look even more small and weedy than he already is. I'll need to make a new sword.
Bonnie parries the air, imagining herself surrounded by enemy warriors. Barbarians, dragons, witches. All of them shy before her sword. No one thinks of her as just a woman. It'll take you all of five minutes.
Suddenly Neven brightens. Can I show it to you now? It's really good. I think this will be the one.
A wariness creeps over her. Is it going to blow up again?
No,
Neven says, walking through the long grass toward the single old tree that stands by the river. It had been here long before Bonnie came to live here, long before she or Neven were born, and she suspects long before any of their parents were born. It's a gnarled warped thing that has many hidey holes among its twisted roots. This is something new. I've given up on the idea of flying for now. Da was right, doesn't seem natural.
As he speaks he lifts a pile of wood and iron reverently from a bundle beneath the roots. He pulls back his grubby sleeves to strap what look like manacles around each of his arms. Something bulky is attached to both of them. It contains an impressive amount of iron for a fourteen year old farm boy to get hold of, but Neven has his ways. His gift for making things had long since caught the eye of the village blacksmith. Neven's father hadn't allowed him to become an apprentice, but he works a few hours here and there in return for scrap metal and a place to forge more complicated inventions.
He holds out his arms toward her with a wide grin, and clenches his fists. The bulky things attached to the manacles sit up to attention, making Bonnie jump. They're shaped like long tubes of metal with a thick box extension attached to the manacle at the inner elbow. Already it's looking better than his last invention - the ‘make a person fly machine', which Bonnie had tried to rename the ‘make a person explode machine' after they tried it with a dummy which is now in various wooden pieces little bigger than the splinter in Neven's finger.
She takes a step back just in case. What does it do?
I call it the ‘shoot things really far machine',
Neven says as the things on his arms make an ominous clicking sound. It shoots things. Wood doesn't work well because it burns up. I made little iron balls that work best, but stone of the right size does the job, at a pinch. I used the explosive material from the last experiment that wasn't supposed to explode. It generates a force that propels the projectile to the target at high speeds.
Right,
Bonnie says, who had only heard that he had strapped explosive material to his arms. Are you sure you shouldn't use a dummy for this?
It'll be fine,
Neven says. Watch.
Bonnie watches, wishing that she'd asked to practice shield manoeuvres instead of swordsmanship. She could really use a shield to duck behind right now.
Nothing happens.
That's strange,
Neven says, shaking his arms up and down. It's supposed to be shooting right about now.
A high pitched scream comes from behind them. They spin around.
There on the crest of the small hill that overlooks the river stands Neven's mother Mrs Moore. Her work worn hands press to her face in horror. Wide brown eyes the same dark shade as Neven's stare at them.
In a quick practised movement, Bonnie hides the wooden sword behind her back. For a moment Bonnie has a vague hopeful notion that her foster mother's horror is directed at the possible explosives her son had strapped to his arms, then she shakes it off. That isn't likely. Everyone in the village is too used to Neven's eccentric toys to raise an eyebrow at anything less than a brutal maiming or destruction of village property.
Bonnie Ceana!
Her foster mother screeches. Look at you! You're filthy!
Bonnie looks down. The dress Mrs Moore had picked out for her that morning had been nicer than usual. Freshly washed, with none of the usual tatters that catch her feet as she runs. Now it hangs limp and wet around her ankles, mud showing even on the brown cloth. Splotches of mud travel up both her lightly tanned arms, and there's probably some smeared on her face as well.
You look like a barbarian,
Mrs Moore says, raising her hands to the skies in a show of hopelessness. Whatever shall he think?
Bonnie waves the wooden sword behind her back, and Neven finally gets the message and takes it from her. Boys can play with swords and neat things that blow up, but Bonnie would catch her foster parent's fury if they caught her doing anything like that. Girls are supposed to care for nothing but preparing to be a good wife, and worrying what their future husband will think of them.
He's here?
She asks in a low voice. Her skin itches as dread takes over. What will this one be like?
Yes,
Mrs Moore says. Now come child. I suppose the damage is done, and a woman should never keep a man waiting.
Bonnie walks glumly up the hill away from the river, feeling as if she's walking to her death. Maybe she is. If this goes the way her foster parents want then she won't be the same person anymore. There'll be no