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Nyarai: Traveler of the Circle
Nyarai: Traveler of the Circle
Nyarai: Traveler of the Circle
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Nyarai: Traveler of the Circle

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When her grandmother is kidnapped from their small farming village Nyarai sets out to find her and bring her back home. In a town on the edge of the Kingdom of Jade she stumbles upon a small orphanage and uncovers a dark secret that brings back memories of the Giant War she escaped as a child and propels her into an impossible quest. A quest that pits her against the terrifying Sorcerers of the High Kingdoms. Join Nyarai on an adventure that takes her from the highest peaks of the High Kingdoms to the darkest secrets below the ground...

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Release dateFeb 10, 2017
ISBN9780995264656
Nyarai: Traveler of the Circle

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    Nyarai - Noor Al-Shanti

    Nyarai: Traveler of the Circle

    BY

    Noor Al-Shanti

    Copyright © Noor Al-Shanti 2017

    ISBN 978-0-9952646-5-6

    Cover by: Bayan Al-Shanti

    All Rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted without prior permission of the author.

    The younger children were being herded upstairs to go to sleep and the older ones were preforming their duties of tidying up. The perfect time to draw without being observed. Nyarai sat in a corner and pulled out her small sketchbook. Grandmother Gi had given it to her so she could write her stories in it and sketch the trees on the farm. Nyarai clenched her fists. She had not been drawing any trees for a long time. She found the twelve year old boy that was good with horses and observed him for a while as he cleaned the tabletops. He would be sent up the mountain path to the stone city tomorrow, supposedly to be taken in by a kind old Lord who loved horses and missed his dead sons. Nyarai let her fears for the poor orphan guide her hand as she drew, capturing his face so that he would not be forgotten.

    Finally, just as she was finishing her second drawing, a likeness of the girl that would be leaving next week, they began to turn off the lights and even the older children went to bed. She put her sketchbook away carefully, making sure not to drop any of the loose pages she had been working so hard to obtain, and laid down her mat to sleep. It had been sewn together from three regular sized mats because they had not had one large enough to accommodate a real giantess. This was a little odd. An orphanage was the most logical place to house refugees and there had been many Giant refugees in the last few years of the Giant Wars before the Traveler ban. She shook her head. This was the least of her worries.

    She waited, fighting against her tiredness, until everyone was asleep. One little boy brought her a lamp. The head of the orphanage checked in on her as she did every night. Nyarai put out the lamp and stood up. She snuck through the darkness, her bare feet hardly making any noise, until she reached those doors. None of the children were allowed here, but one day, in her carelessness and worry, the assistant head of the orphanage had asked Nyarai in here to help her. The head had been away and the kind-hearted little assistant had not known what to do. So Nyarai had been ushered into this secret part of the Orphanage and shown into a room – more of a cell – where a mute boy was kept locked up. They said he was violent, and he had been raging that night, but Nyarai could not see him as any more than a prisoner. A child being kept prisoner.

    There were many other rooms in that darkened hall that Nyarai had not been allowed to see, rooms she was itching to get inside, but first she had to visit the mute boy. There was a little window with bars in his doorway, just like a prison, that allowed her to communicate with him without having the key. First, she made sure to close the outer door behind her and hide its key, which she had stolen, deep inside a pocket.

    Come closer, child, she said. Let me tell you a story.

    The boy came right up to the door and looked out at her with wide, expectant eyes. He did not need words to beg her to let him out. The assistant had assured her he would be let out once they found a place for him or once he learned to control his rages. Nyarai sighed. She did not say it aloud, but she made the promise to herself. She would get him out. She told him her favorite tale, of the ninth King of Tiger City back in her homeland and his adventures with his assistant who had the Giants’ special magical gift. The boy’s eyes drank it in and then, when she was finished, she passed him some delicious pastries she had bought just for him that afternoon at the sweet shop. The speed with which he demolished it told her that he was even hungrier than she had imagined. She clenched her fists.

    I’m going to go see your friends, now, she said. I’ll be back to tell you another story as soon as I can.

    The boy simply nodded and withdrew into the darkness of his room. Nyarai made her way down the hall to the other rooms. The first three were still empty just as they had been that other night. She hurried down to the fourth door. It was difficult to discern anything in the shadows. This room didn’t seem to have even a tiny lamp in it.

    Is anyone in there? Nyarai whispered. She heard a muffled, throaty kind of sound. Another mute? She leaned in closer and wished she had a lamp, but the ones along the hall were fixed in place.

    If you come closer to the door… I’d like to talk to you, she said. It was difficult not to make promises, to swallow back words like help you. Grandmother Gi

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