Trio - Book One: 'H*E*R*O*E*S'

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First published by AuthorHouse    8/26/2011

ISBN: 978-1-4634-4650-5 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4634-4649-9 (e)

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Contents

Acknowledgements

Prologue

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

Chapter Twenty Four

Chapter Twenty Five

Chapter Twenty Six

Chapter Twenty Seven

Chapter Twenty Eight

Chapter Twenty Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty One

Chapter Thirty Two

Chapter Thirty Three

Chapter Thirty Four

Chapter Thirty Five

Chapter Thirty Six

Chapter Thirty Seven

Chapter Thiry Eight

Chapter Thirty Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty One

Chapter Forty Two

Chapter Forty Three

Chapter Forty Four

Chapter Forty Five

About the Author

Acknowledgements:

This, the first of the TRIO series, had always been a dream of mine to bring to life. I wanted to create my own fantasy novel with interesting characters and stories much like my favourite authors had been able to do for me in a genre I truly enjoy! This is book one’s second go around, with a brand new cover, interior map and a more thorough edit to deliver the book I had originally envisioned.

I owe my thanks to a number of people who have helped me to bring this simple idea I had to completion. Without their assistance this book may have remained gathering dust on my desk. First off my appreciation to those who read the initial draft all those years ago, especially my friend Jim Van Dusen and his daughters Nena and Tawnya. Because of your fondness for it I continued on to expand on it and create the final draft! If you hadn’t taken a liking to the story chances are it would have remained an unfinished piece of writing.

My appreciation to artist Ryan Crouse who is the map maker for Heroes and in the following two books as well in the trilogy! He also worked with me to bring my website to life www.kevinleeauthor.ca ; Ryan has his own comic book series and has done a lot of work for other artists as well! Check out his website at www.starverse.ca.

A huge thank you out to artist Joewie Aderes from Edmonton AB whose artwork graces the cover of TRIO Book One and TRIO Book Three! He is a fantastic talent who I’m sure will be a common name one day in the world of fantasy art! Drop by his website to check out his artwork! http://loztvampir3.deviantart.com/gallery

My thanks to Wil Turvey who gave book one its final polished edit. I’d also like to thank all who have helped promote the book whether it was a story in a newspaper, online interview or simple word of mouth. To all who have dropped in on my book signings, read the book, are still reading or interested in reading the TRIO series my heartfelt thank you to each and every one of you. Without readers there would be a lot of storytelling that might go unnoticed.

And my greatest thanks go out to my later father, Adolph. Dad was never one to shy away from trying something different, much like the characters in the book, which opt to ‘take the road less traveled’. This first book is dedicated to him and my appreciation for all his advice over the years is more than I could ever put into words. Thanks Dad.

-The Journey Awaits-

For Anyone with or Without

AN IMAGINATION

After All,

Anything is possible…

Prologue

The era of magic was coming to an end. People were beginning to believe the practice to be the creation of overactive imaginations, mere fantasy and something that was rooted in darkness, a source and cause of all evil. Many turned away from the fading art for fear of their lives or hid their practices from those who may not understand. The greatest wizard to ever live saw the changes occurring around him and was having a difficult time accepting it. Soon, he too may be outcast from society. He had to adapt with the rest, be forgotten, or worse, hunted down and killed like so many others who had been accused of being witches or warlocks.

The world was changing at an alarming rate. Though he knew he could survive, there were those who could not. The disappearance of magic would be disastrous to those who depended on its existence. They were the ones at risk of becoming extinct. Merlin knew this, and with his infinite knowledge and power set about to help those who needed him. He visited each of the magical races and offered to send them elsewhere, to a place where magic would always exist, and would forever thrive. Magic allowed him to seek out a safe haven, and in time, locate a world where the races could live. He informed the races that he would open a doorway of sorts that would allow them to cross over to a New World, taking their magic with them. Once free of the Old World, they could begin fresh in their new home.

One night, on the fog-laden plains, the races gathered. The Elves, Dwarves, Gnomes, Fairies, Dragons, Trolls and every other magical creature that wanted to begin anew. Even those among the humans who practiced magic came to cross over to the New World. All waited for their opportunity to be free and practice whatever magic it was they possessed. Each race, each creature was special in his or her own way. Though some did not associate with others, such as Dragon and Troll, they knew that to survive and get to this New World all differences had to be put aside. It was a night where all conflict and dislike was forgotten.

Merlin appeared from out of the swirling mists, almost as if he had materialized from the fog itself. He carried with him a book under one arm, and his staff in the other. A young man walked alongside him, cloak drawn in close to fend off the chill of the night. As Merlin approached the races, he paused momentarily to take stock of those who waited. He smiled and nodded in approval. He sought out one individual and found the leader of the Elves without any difficulty.

Merlin walked over to the Elf and nodded. I see that everyone is here on time as I asked even the Trolls and Dragons, impressive.

We all know what is at risk and I speak for everyone when I say we appreciate what you are doing for us this night.

It is the least I can do. This world may be turning away from magic, but I will be content in knowing that elsewhere it will survive. I need you to make me a promise Kemal.

All you need do is ask.

Merlin handed the book he was carrying over to the Elf. Kemal accepted it and waited as the wizard reached into his cloak to retrieve a small pouch. He placed the pouch in Kemal’s palm.

Keep both of these in your possession. This book contains the spell that will open the door again should you ever need to return to this world. Enclosed on the other pages is every spell and counter-spell I know. At the back of the book is an envelope. It contains special instructions should the need arise to call on me. Do not let the book fall into the hands of those who would use it for evil. In case that should happen, in this pouch are three amulets that can stop anyone, or anything from using evil to conquer and destroy those of you who use the magic for its intended purpose, for good. Place all three amulets at the top of the staff I am sending with my apprentice. He will accompany you and take his rightful place as guardian of the land and adviser to your new king. Whoever you choose for your king, choose wisely and are sure they govern accordingly. You and your Elves will be required to maintain peace until all have settled into their new home. It will not be easy, but I am putting my faith, and trust, in you.

I hear, and I will obey. This book shall never leave my kingdom, and will be guarded by my best soldiers. We will do our very best to keep the land safe and give each race the chance to thrive. Again, I thank you for your generosity.

Merlin simply waved him off. Think nothing of it my friend. The time has come to open the portal. Move everyone back so that I may do what is necessary.

The Elf leader, along with some assistance from the Elf guard, ushered the races back a safe distance from the wizard. The time was now, a time for a new beginning.

Raising his arms to the sky, Merlin began to chant. His staff flared, and a white light exploded forth. It seared through the fog and wove itself around the giant stones that stood on the plain in an enormous circle. One by one, each stone was encompassed, forming a pattern with the white light. A vortex formed at the center of the stones, and grew skyward. Merlin turned and yelled.

Enter the doorway in order! Do not push! Do not run! The spell will hold until all of you have crossed over. Take care, and never let the magic die!

Race by race, one by one, they entered the vortex. Slowly, and in an orderly fashion, the shimmering light swallowed them. The last to enter was Merlin’s young apprentice. The mage gave his master a final hug and fought to hold back his tears.

I promise not to let you down!

Merlin smiled and patted the young man on the shoulder. I know you won’t Schredrick. Take care of yourself, and the others. He held out the staff for his student.

Schredrick nodded and accepted the staff from his teacher. He turned, then ran into the vortex and vanished into the white light as the others had before him. Moments later the vortex began to shrink and fade away. Then it was gone, and the light surrounding each stone faded, and dissipated completely. Merlin smiled. It was done.

He turned and began to wander off into the fog. As suddenly as he had appeared, he vanished, swallowed by the darkness of night and the swirling mystical mists.

All that remained behind were the stones, standing quietly, their symbolism to be forever questioned. To this very day they remain a mystery as the formation stands in vigil on the Salisbury Plain in Wiltshire, England.

Magic… Adventure… Endless possibilities

WHAT IF SOMEONE CAME ALONG

AND OFFERED A CHANCE TO LIVE A DREAM?

WHAT IF, IT WAS FOR YOU?

Chapter One

A single lightning bolt struck the tree, a mere few feet from the cloaked man leading the party of seven. It now lay shattered in two across the ground, smoke filtering upward. He looked up quickly at the sky and began to fear the worst. Whatever it was that was in pursuit was closing fast, too fast. They still had several miles to cover before reaching the safe haven of the Elf border. Once there, they would be safe from any of the dark magic sent forth by the witch Helana.

The Elves’ magic was something she could not penetrate, at least for the time being. Even now her power was continuing to grow and her reach had expanded over the land like a plague. The opposite shore of the Norcross River was the only shelter for the last surviving member of the royal family. The princess Tasha, coming from a once proud monarchy, had to make it to the Elves or all was lost. If she died then the land would surely split with each of the races facing off against the other. It was from that hatred and fear that Helana drew her power. Therefore, the princess MUST survive to assure the possibility of reuniting all as it was before.

He, Malcolm Weelder, had taken it upon himself to accomplish that task. As adviser to the monarchy and guardian of the land, it was his duty to see she made it safely to the Elf border. Alone, he could no longer protect her with his magic. Only Elf magic combined with his would keep her safe. It was a short-term solution, and eventually even that would not be enough. As Helana’s power grew his diminished. Where she fed off the anger and discord of the races, his magic drew its strength from the unity of the land and good will.

This night had been devastating thus far. As he and the princess fled into the night from Kildare Castle, the screams of the king and queen had echoed in their ears. Malcolm had felt a great loss but was more concerned about how the princess felt. She had hidden her emotions quite well and for that he was proud of her show of strength. Still, he was worried. He had no idea what the effect of her family’s passing would be. After all, she was all that survived now. That alone had to be overwhelming. Malcolm stared at the smouldering remains of the tree as his thoughts wandered. The leader of the Elf guard accompanying them moved to stand next to him and he did not notice until the Elf spoke.

Wizard, that was extremely close. Too much of a coincidence wouldn’t you say?

Quite right. Whatever creature Helana has sent after us is closing in. We will have to move faster.

Why do we not stay and fight?

There is nothing we can do to stop it. It possesses the dark magic of Helana and its sole purpose is to kill the princess just as it did with the other members of the royal family. No Ulysses, I am afraid our best and only hope is to get to your border.

Do you not have a spell you can weave against it? The Elf persisted.

Malcolm lowered his head, as if ashamed of what he was about to say.

My magic has weakened considerably in these last few weeks. I can try a spell, but there is no assurance that it will work. If it fails, the creature will move quickly to kill the princess. I will resort to taking that risk only if needed. We must hurry to the river crossing; it is our only sure escape.

Then we had better move along. I have no desire to fight this thing without proper defences. The Elf captain turned to the rest of the company. We are going to pick up our pace! Time is short!

How much further? asked the princess.

Only a short distance my lady. We should be there in no time if we move quicker.

Then let’s get started before this storm overtakes us, she urged impatiently.

The storm in question rumbled in the distance from the rear and grew louder by the second. The company of seven began to move along the path again as the wind turned from a brisk breeze into a strong gust. The air became deathly cold and bit at their exposed skin as it howled around them. The group moved nimbly along, avoiding the minor obstacles without a second glance. Behind them, dark foreboding clouds rolled across the sky, expanding as they did, becoming darker than night and the lightning bursts became more and more frequent. Malcolm guessed it was the work of Helana in an effort to slow them down and allow their pursuer to gain. These clouds did not look or feel natural but more of a dark magic’s creation. If the witch’s goal was to slow them it was working perfectly. The group was spending a lot of time trying to cover up and protect them from the wind, and progress was laggard because of it.

Malcolm and Princess Tasha had met up with the Elf party as they fled Kildare. The Elf king had sent a contingent of soldiers when Malcolm had alerted him of the possible attempt that may be made on the royal family that night. Unfortunately, the Elves had arrived too late to save the rest of the monarchy. All was not lost though, the princess was still alive and they would give their lives to protect her from harm. Ulysses had informed Malcolm that another group waited near the river to provide further protection until they had crossed. The storm that tore at them was hindering their flight, but three of the Elves stayed next to the princess at all times. She must be saved at all costs.

Helana stood on the balcony of her castle, Livinia, and stared without blinking at the distant sky. She enjoyed watching her power at work. The dark storm clouds would lead her minion to the wizard and his feeble attempt at escaping her wrath. She took in a deep breath of icy air and let it out with a sigh of satisfaction.

All is going as I planned. The royal family shall all be dead soon and then the rest of those pathetic races will squabble and fight amongst each other. Assuming the throne and ruling over them will be all too easy.

Helana turned and strode back into her chamber. It was time to give her eager student another lesson in the dark arts. Her prodigy reminded her of how anxious she was to learn in the beginning. Rakia had a natural gift, just like she had. She liked the idea of having an apprentice to aid her in the conquering of this world Avalon. Everything she wanted was almost within reach, Ruler, Queen, and Master of all. Her crowning achievement would be to see Malcolm fall and grovel at her feet. It would be the ideal finishing touch of her glory. Helana could not help herself at that thought. She flashed her wicked smile and licked her lips.

Glancing upward the creature watched the lightning from the storm with keen interest. It guided its course. Each strike provided the direction needed to continue its pursuit. Sniffing the air, it sensed that the prey it sought was not far ahead. Soon it would relish another warm body, just like those it had devoured at the castle whence it came. The struggle and resistance from the puny and weak humans proved no match for its superior strength, claws and teeth. All that remained was the girl. After she was gone the master would surely reward it well.

Now fully rested the creature stood once again and spread its wings. As the next lightning strike exploded from the sky, the eyes focused and glowed yellow. The sharp teeth glinted in the dark as the gargoyle grinned. It lifted itself into the sky on the next gust of wind and began the pursuit of its prey with earnest.

The company of seven crested a hill and saw below, the land of the Elves. The Norcross River marked the border and the wizard smiled at the sight. They had made it. Within minutes they would be safely out of the witch’s grasp and protected by Elf magic. Reuniting the land was now a very distinct possibility! That was vital in order for the races to survive.

Malcolm watched the wind swirl the waters of the Norcross and blamed himself for all. They were at risk of being wiped out by magic so vile, malicious and destructive that he could not believe he had let it happen. Or why he had not detected the problem sooner. He vowed to atone for his mistake, his lack of foresight. Their world depended on it. A cry from the rear made Malcolm turn abruptly.

Wizard! Help!

He ran back, and what he saw made his worst fear come true. The creature sent by Helana had found them. The gargoyle was fighting off two of the Elf warriors who stood between it and the princess.

Ulysses, the Elf captain, grabbed Malcolm’s arm and pointed to the river. Wizard, get the princess to the border! We will hold off the monster as long as we can!

You cannot defeat the gargoyle! Its strength is ten times yours!

Our lives are expendable. You MUST get the princess to the river, NOW MOVE!

Princess Tasha leaned in and gave the Elf captain a kiss on the cheek and smiled. I will never forget your bravery Ulysses, thank you.

I have sworn to protect you my lady, as have the rest of my men. Take Vasilis with you, and if we can, we will meet you on the other side of the river. Now hurry and go!

Malcolm took the princess by the hand and with Vasilis in the lead they fled towards the river and the safety that it promised. Ulysses turned and pulled his sword free from its sheath. He charged the beast with the hope of giving the wizard the necessary time to escape.

The three remaining Elf warriors concentrated their attack on the gargoyle. One Elf gambled and attempted to sneak up from behind with the anticipation of surprising it. However, the monster’s tail whipped around and caught the Elf on the side of the face knocking him to the ground. Before he could recover, the gargoyle moved over him and quickly raised its foot and brought it down on the Elf’s chest, crushing him. Ulysses charged and raised his broadsword. He brought it around and slashed the creature’s arm. It barely made a scratch. Annoyed at this latest attack the gargoyle slammed his fist into Ulysses head. The Elf captain flew back into the grass and collapsed, unconscious from the blow.

The remaining two Elves decided to charge the gargoyle at the same time. It grabbed one Elf by the neck as he swung his sword and snapped the Elf’s neck instantaneously. The other Elf managed to gash the monster’s leg and it roared in pain. As the Elf brought his sword up to strike again the gargoyle was ready this time. It grabbed the sword and twisted it around, forcing it back on the Elf. He never had a chance as his momentum carried him forward and impaled himself on his own sword.

The gargoyle sneered and looked around. The princess was nowhere to be found. Quickly, it lifted itself back into the sky to search for the prey it had been sent to eliminate. It had not been long so she could not have gone far.

As the battle raged behind them the fleeing trio ran as fast as they could towards the river. At the river’s edge they would meet up with another Elf escort. Once on the other side they were to ensure the safe arrival of the princess to the Elf’s castle, Cambridge.

The three had almost made it to their goal when the gargoyle landed just in front of them, blocking their path. All three came to an abrupt halt.

Princess, stay behind me, Malcolm instructed. He and the Elf stood front and center, shielding her from the creature.

It spoke to them in a guttural raspy voice. Give me the girl! I have no grudge against you, wizard.

I would rather die than hand her over to you.

Then you are the fool. Your magic is no match for my master.

I still have the ability to do more than you or she may realize, stated Malcolm trying to bluff. He wasn’t quite sure of his capabilities, and he’d rather not put his magic to the test unless it was absolutely necessary.

The gargoyle stared at them, studying the wizard in particular. Then prove it.

His bluff had been called. Now he had no choice but to use his magic. Malcolm took two steps forward and began to speak. The spell was wove and cast. It struck at the gargoyle in a flash of white light from Malcolm’s hands. It surrounded the monster with a shroud of electricity and the gargoyle howled in agony from the pain and then it began to cast its own counter spell. The white electrical currents dissipated and then vanished altogether.

It sneered to a point of laughter. Is that the best you can do wizard?

Malcolm, cast another, the princess urged.

The gargoyle began to walk to them. I will enjoy killing you the most wizard.

The Elf Vasilis ran at the creature abruptly, his sword rose to strike. He attacked so suddenly, and with a fury the gargoyle had not expected that the attack caught it completely off guard. Vasilis was quicker than it had anticipated. It reached for the Elf’s neck but missed as the smaller Elf jumped aside and swung his sword low. It cut into the beast’s lower calf and once more the gargoyle snarled in pain.

The gargoyle stepped back a few steps to regroup and defend itself. Out of the darkness from behind it an arrow whisked through the air and struck it in the back. It howled angrily and turned to seek out this new attacker, but could not see any. Another arrow slammed into its chest, and Vasilis took the opportunity to take another swipe with his sword. He managed to gash a large open wound across the gargoyle’s back. The creature stumbled, slightly dazed and confused.

Vasilis! Stand back! Malcolm warned.

He began to weave another spell and as it took shape he cast it at the gargoyle once more. The gargoyle turned to see the white light explode from the wizard’s hands. The spell engulfed the thing and this time the spell took hold.

Helana’s minion began to turn to stone! The magic wove itself up from the gargoyle’s feet at a slow steady pace. There was no time to counter the magic and realizing it was defeated it hissed one last warning.

You have not won anything wizard! Soon my master’s magic will be too much for you, or the Elves, to stop! When that time comes, she will destroy you all!

Malcolm’s spell began to encompass the vicious creature’s neck and it wailed one last time. Then the spell was finished and the gargoyle was nothing more than a stone statue.

The wizard let out a sigh of relief and he heard the same sigh from the princess. Vasilis walked back to them and turned as an Elf woman appeared from out of the dark.

She carried a crossbow and wore the tunic of an Elf soldier. Are you all right princess?

Yes I am. Thank you for coming to our aid.

It is my duty my lady. Vasilis, where are the others?

Back near the hill. I do not know what became of them. Why are you here? Are you not supposed to be down at the river?

I came to see what was taking you so long. It is a good thing I came when I did. Hurry, we must get you safely across the river to Elf lands princess. I will see to her safety Vasilis, go and see if any of the others are still alive. I will send a few guards back to assist you, the Elf woman instructed.

Yes Riane, Vasilis nodded. He was gone and out of sight within moments.

She smiled at the princess and Malcolm. Come princess, my people are anxiously awaiting your arrival. You will be safe within Cambridge.

Riane led them down to the riverbank where a boat and a dozen guards waited. Riane ordered three guards to go back and help out Vasilis in case he needed it. The remaining company climbed aboard the boat and they skimmed across the choppy waters and arrived safely on the Elf side of the Norcross. After depositing Malcolm, the princess and six guards, Riane returned to retrieve Vasilis and the other guards. Vasilis had found Ulysses still alive despite being badly wounded. Upon docking back on the Elf side the entire detachment made their way to Cambridge castle without any further incident.

At the front gate, the Elf king greeted them with open arms. He hugged the princess, relieved to find her safe and well. My lady, please accept my condolences.

Thank you my lord, the princess replied with a weak smile.

I assure you, it is quite safe here at Cambridge. We have prepared two rooms for your stay. If there is anything you need, all you have to do is ask and it will be provided.

Tasha bowed and followed the guards into the castle led by Riane. Malcolm watched her go and then looked at his old friend.

She is holding up well, even after what she’s been through this night.

Indeed she is. It is good to see both of you alive and well. I was concerned once you informed me of what may transpire. I regret that my soldiers did not arrive on time. We must hold a meeting of the council immediately to determine our next course of action. How long do you need to rest my friend?

A few hours my lord, nothing more, I am afraid that is all the time we can afford. The sooner we meet the better.

I will send for you once the council has gathered in the chamber.

That would be fine.

Malcolm adjourned to his room to rest and clean himself up. The council meeting promised to be interesting. Time was something they all had very little of, and they had to find a way to stop Helana before her power gained momentum.

Helana felt a chill and raised her right brow. She had felt something but could not quite determine what it was. Shrugging it off as nothing more than a reaction to a cold breeze, she decided to return to her lesson with Rakia. Just then, a strong gust blew in through the open window and Helana turned abruptly. A wail echoed through the room and Helana clenched her fists in fury. The stench of rot was on the breeze; carried by remnants of the minion’s magic she now knew it was dead. Now there was no news to gloat about, no knowledge if any of the royal family still lived. She could only assume that the gargoyle was successful. Still, she could not take the chance. Helana swore under her breath.

Time to send out my spies! If any survived, they will find them. Her student would have to wait a little longer.

Chapter Two

SEATTLE, WASHINGTON

8:40 AM, THURSDAY

Let’s move! C’mon, everybody out! ordered Tony Merello as he pointed impatiently to the back of the convenience store. He stood out from the other teenagers. His face expressed very little where as the rest wore the fear and excitement as plain as the clothes on their back. Tony was the leader of the Nighthawks. A gang he had been a member of since he was ten years old. As time had gone by he had become the man in charge. This particular morning was no different than any other except that today a few new ‘members’ were earning their keep. Most often the new recruits always tried to do more to show off.

Come on Tony, just a minute more, snapped one of the new kids.

Tony walked up to the young man and stood face to face with the punk. When I say move it, I mean it!

We’ve only got half the cash and goods!

I don’t care! WE have enough for now! When we get too greedy that’s when we ask for trouble. Tony pushed him aside and slammed the cash register shut. He gave the new recruit a shove to emphasize his demand.

Fuck! What’s the point then?

You have a problem with your hearing? If you want to stay in this gang you’ll do as I say or I’ll see to it that you have more enemies than friends.

Yeah yeah, at least let me grab some more smokes.

Fine, just grab what you need and then move your ass to the back! Tony shook his head. He hated breaking in the new kids, but they always wanted more. He went about gathering up the rest of the Nighthawks and ushered them to the back. The cops would be at the store any minute and it wasn’t a good idea to be anywhere near when they arrived. A shot rang out and Tony knew exactly where it came from. He bolted to the cash register and the sight confirmed his suspicions.

The punk he had snapped at earlier was standing over the shopkeeper holding a smoking revolver. The kid looked at him with a stupid grin and shrugged.

He looked at me funny. He stuffed his revolver into his pants and Tony walked right up to him.

There was a wound in the shopkeeper’s chest, just above the heart and it was bleeding profusely. Tony reached down and grabbed the gun from the kid. Then he slammed his fist right into the kid’s face. He fell back, stunned and shocked. Tony stood over him.

There was no need for that!

The kid wiped the blood from his nose. He’s just an old man.

Another member of the gang ran up to see what all the commotion was about. What’s goin on Tony?

Tony handed the revolver over to his second in command, Keith. Here, keep this. Take this piece of crap with you and deal with him. Tony pointed to the center of his forehead. You know how.

Why don’t you? asked Keith.

I’m stayin with the old man.

That’s suicide man! The cops will have your ass for this!

It’s my choice. We aren’t a bunch of killers taking innocent lives for no damn reason. I’ll take the blame for this; now get goin before the cops catch all of us!

Keith wanted to protest further, but Tony cut him off and pointed to the back. Keith sighed and nodded reluctantly. He grabbed the punk by the arm and dragged him along. They vanished out the back with the rest of the gang and Tony knelt down next to the fallen shopkeeper.

He tore off a piece of his own shirt and jammed it up against the wound and did his best to slow the bleeding. Hold on, help will be here soon.

Out on the street three police cruisers wheeled into the parking lot in front of the store. Officers poured out, weapons drawn. They approached the building with caution, unbeknownst as to what wait inside. One officer moved to the door and shouted. This is the police! We’ve got all the exits covered! I suggest you surrender yourself!

Tony was trying valiantly to stop the shopkeeper’s wound from bleeding and had no patience to deal with the usual bullshit. I’m unarmed! I need some help in here! A man’s been shot!

The officer in near the door, Zach Thomas, turned back to the rest. Get an ambulance here ASAP! I’ll go in and see what the story is!

Watch your back Zach! warned one officer.

Always do buddy. He cautiously entered the store, weapon first. Zach moved carefully inside and looked each way. After carefully moving through the store to make sure there was no one he informed the other officers. All clear guys!

The inside of the store was swarming with police seconds later. Each and every aisle and the backroom were thoroughly investigated. Zach knelt next to the fallen shopkeeper and the kid sitting over him.

How is he?

He’s hurt bad man, he really needs a hospital, replied Tony.

Then maybe you shouldn’t have shot him Zach snapped. He pulled out a set of cuffs.

Tony answered in a quiet voice. It was an accident.

Uh huh, sure it was. Zach proceeded to read the gang-leader his rights as the ambulance arrived. Attendants came rushing in and Zach pulled Tony aside and out of the way. He cuffed the kid and led him outside. The attendants worked on the injured man but after a short time he was pronounced dead. Zach shook his head and Tony didn’t put up any resistance as the officer pushed him into the back of his car.

Several blocks down from the convenience store the gang had stopped running. Keith nodded and two other gang members grabbed hold of the ambitious punk who had shot the storekeeper. They pushed him down onto his knees.

You broke our rules and disobeyed our leader.

What the hell? He was just an old man! What’s the big deal! growled the punk. He tried to stand but the two gang members held him firm. What the hell!

Our leader just sacrificed himself because of you, for that we won’t forget. Keith pulled out a pair of gloves and slipped them on. Removing the revolver from his jacket he held it up. Tony has tried to fix your mess, but you just don’t seem to be listening.

He was an old man!

Again, you aren’t listening. Bye bye. Keith put the gun to the punk’s forehead.

No! Don’t!

Down the street the officers investigating the scene of the crime heard a gunshot. One motioned down the back lane. It’s over there. Probably a couple blocks, get a car back here and a few more officers to check it out.

Yes sir.

All the police found was a body of some teen with a bullet wound in his forehead. The gun lay next to him and the officers pretty much assumed that it was some gang execution. A quick search of the area turned up nothing. The body and evidence were gathered and the officers returned to the store to finish up.

Down at police headquarters, Tony Merello sat quietly in a small room. He looked around and his eyes focused on the mirror on the one side of the room. Tony almost wanted to laugh out loud, but opted instead for a simple grin.

Zach sighed as they watched from the other side of the mirror. He’s not new to this that much is easy to tell.

His superior nodded. Yup. Good guess. He’s been in several times, only minor offences though. Do you wanta talk to him, or should I get Tanner?

I’ll do it. Anything to get away from the paperwork, Zach quipped. He opened the door and went on in. Zach scratched his neck and then moved around to take the seat across from the kid. So, Zach looked at the file. Tony is it. You say the shooting was an accident.

Tony just nodded.

Well, what would you say if I told you that we found another punk several blocks from that store? He was shot in the head, execution style. Anything to say on that?

Tony showed no emotion as he spoke. I would say, too bad for him.

Really? Let me tell you what I think. I think he was the one who shot the store keeper; he was probably new and just happened to break some stupid rule you street kids live by. Hmmmm? Am I right? Zach put the file folder down and sat back. Well?

Tony said nothing.

Do you realize what kind of time you could be serving if you’re found guilty of murder? Not that I’d care or anything, but going to jail is not a fun party.

It was an accident.

Zach shook his head in disbelief. Yeah yeah, an accident. A jury won’t really care about that. Zach leaned in over the table. Are you trying to be some sorta hero or something? For what? Did the dead kid we found do the actual shooting? Not that admitting anything is going to make it any easier on you but at least you won’t get a murder rap.

It was an accident.

Zach sighed and threw his arms up in the air. Fine, it was a stupid accident. We’ll be assigning a lawyer to you. He should be here within the next few hours. Until then, enjoy your stay. Zach stood up and left the room. He needed a cup of coffee real bad. So far this day was pretty much down the toilet. The remainder would likely be spent filing paperwork and waiting for the lawyer to show. Geez he despised days where he was stuck indoors.

The elevator door opened and a well-groomed man wearing a long black trench coat stepped out into the waiting room of the office, his office. The usual smell of perfume and coffee greeted his senses. Nothing ever seemed to change, ever. As soon as he was in his secretary’s view she would give him the same greeting as always, and tell him what was on his agenda for the day.

To Neil Baxter life had become quite tiresome. More so since he and his wife had divorced. It had been over four years since she had moved out, but still, each and every morning he almost expected to see her sitting at the kitchen table sipping tea and eating her bagel with cream cheese. Routine had become his life and that part of his existence was about the only significant change he had experienced in the past ten years.

Neil glanced around the office as he shuffled his briefcase from his left hand into his right. His wife had left him because of this, his work. He was never home she said, he was never there for her when she needed him. She had found what she wanted in the arms of another man. He had seen it happen to several of his colleague’s, but he never thought in a million years that it would actually happen to him. Once she had told him about her affair, he tried to convince her that he would change. At first, she had believed him. However, work always won out over her. Finally, she had had enough. One day she just up and packed, then left. Now all he had left was work, and it had become so redundant that he despised coming into the office each morning. He hated work, he hated being a lawyer and he really hated what he was seeing in the courts these days. Society as a whole was becoming one big mess. Make no mistake; he was a good lawyer, a damn good lawyer. That was part of the problem. He was too good. He rarely lost a case. Neil knew the law inside and out, backward and forwards.

Neil had a proven track record as a defence attorney and at one time used to thrive on the ideology that everyone was innocent until proven guilty. That just wasn’t working for him anymore. Most of those he defended were more than guilty, but the law favoured those and that was what made his job even more despicable. He was in a rut, and he had no idea on how to get out of it. As a result, he just kept plugging along doing the same thing over and over.

His secretary looked up from her computer. Good morning Mr. Baxter. Coffee’s fresh and Mr. Riordan brought in some doughnuts today.

Just what I need Lauren, caffeine and sugar to kick start the day and clog the ol’ arteries, he cracked as he threw his coat on the hanger.

It’s a sure thing to get you going, giggled Lauren.

Neil murmured to himself And then some. He walked to his office door and waited for Lauren to do her usual thing.

Oh Mr. Baxter, your case files are on your desk with the priority one’s in order from top to bottom. The very first one came in just over an hour ago, it’s marked urgent.

Thank you Lauren, hold all my calls please. Neil went into his office and closed the door. He had barely sat down at his desk when one of his partners came barging in with the doughnuts.

Neil! You gotta try one of these! They’re nice and fresh! urged Riordan.

No thanks, I’d have to exercise for an hour just to burn off one of those things.

Oh come on, live a little.

No, insisted Neil waving him off.

Riordan sat on the edge of his desk. Your loss. Maggie says hi by the way.

Tell her ‘hi’ from me to. Neil grabbed the top file of his caseload and then quickly spoke up before his partner could mutter another syllable. And the answer is NO to whatever your next suggestion is.

How’d you know I was goin to say anything?

I know you Matt, all too well.

It’s not that big of a deal, started Riordan.

NO.

Maggie has a friend she’d like to introduce you to.

NO.

She’s cute.

Neil looked up from the file he was reading. That’s what you said last time.

Well, she was kinda cute, from a distance.

No blind date, no way, no how, not a chance.

You’ve got to get out more often partner. Riordan grabbed a doughnut and shoved half of it into his mouth. A good lookin guy like you should be datin a new lady each night of the week.

My social life is just fine, without any help from you.

Sitting at home watching Seinfeld reruns doesn’t qualify as a social life in my book.

I’m not going on a blind date and that’s that.

Suit yourself. Riordan stood up and walked over to a game board of sorts set up on a small table on one side of Neil’s office. So, what’s on your sched for the day? He picked up one of the game pieces in the shape of a dragon and stared at it.

Neil put the file down and yawned. Truth to be told he had tried dating a few times prior to Riordan’s blind date setups. It just didn’t feel right so after a few disasters, he just opted to avoid it altogether. He stood at just over six feet, and weighed about one hundred eighty five pounds. Neil kept in shape and considered himself quite fit for someone who was thirty-seven. With brown eyes, fair skin and short dark brown hair there were indeed a few ladies who had expressed interest but he would often just give them his boyish smile and politely turn down their advances. Neil just wasn’t interested in dating for the time being.

Riordan tossed his game piece back and forth between hands and the fear of him dropping it made Neil just a little nervous.

Put that back you’ll mess up the game. As for my day, some gang member apparently shot a storekeeper who died at the scene. However, the police found the body of another kid down a few blocks from the shooting. He was shot in the head, which would indicate that, he and not the kid in jail was the actual shooter. Once they match up the revolver shell that should do it. The one in jail should get out by tonight. I think he’s taking the fall for the dead kid. Will you put that back where you found it, you’ll screw it all up.

Riordan put the dragon game piece back from where he had picked it up. Easy, its back. How can you play this game? Its way too complicated for me, I’d be outta the game with the first roll of the dice.

Then stick to monopoly and you’ll do fine. Dungeons and Dragons isn’t for everybody. Besides, it helps keep my mind off other things.

Which of these are yours? pointed Riordan. He waved his hand over the game board.

The man carrying the sword, he’s called a Ranger.

I’d ask you what that is, but I don’t have all day to listen to the strategy of this, this so called game. So some punk is in for a crime he didn’t do huh? Sounds kinda dumb to take the fall for another, but ah well, the fewer punks there are on the street the better.

Neil just shrugged. Who knows what rules these kids live by these days, but a rookie out of law school could win this one. It’s pretty open and shut. How about your day?

Another divorce, another squabble over money and property, the usual fun stuff.

Don’t you ever get tired of the same old thing over and over again?

Nah, as long as it pays the bills what do I care. Sure you don’t want a doughnut?

Riordan held out the box once again and Neil just waved him off casually.

I’ll pass.

Riordan started back to the door, and after a few steps turned around once more. Neil never allowed him to open his mouth.

And no blind date!

Okay, but if you ever change your mind, let me know. He stepped out and closed the door after him. Neil couldn’t help but chuckle. Matt and his wife Maggie were always trying to set him up with somebody since his divorce. More often than not, it ended in disaster. He had learned it was better off to just say ‘no’ and avoid the whole mess. Neil picked the file once again and began to prep himself for the appointment scheduled in two hours. This Tony Merello probably wasn’t worth the effort, but a case is a case and each deserved to be treated as professionally as possible.

Chapter Three

Dawn waited its turn to begin a new day, but the first ray of light was still a couple hours from the horizon. At the Elves’ castle of Cambridge, deep inside the safe well- protected outer walls, all the necessary heads of state were gathering in the council chamber for the meeting called by the Elf king, Xanthus. The arrival of the wizard Malcolm with the last surviving member of the royal family had aroused a great deal of curiosity and questions that needed answers. The center of the discussion focused on the fall of the monarchy, how to keep