Read The High King: A Tale of Alus Online
Authors: Donald Wigboldy
The High King: A Tale of Alus (58 page)
Meanwhile, Simon worked with Alyanna closely in trying to restore calm to both Caldor and Marshalla. As queen, it was still her kingdoms to rule. During the time they shared, their love blossomed. Though a commoner, Simon sought out Terris and requested permission to marry his daughter.
The return of Gerid helped cement the marriage as Alyanna gratefully turned over Marshalla and Caldor to him. A great parade celebrated the commoner raised to king. He was no dictator taking the country by force. The gratefulness of the nation lasted as long as he ruled, which was longer than anyone could have expected.
As a marriage gift, Caldor was given to Alyanna and her new husband Simon. Essentially, they owed allegiance to Gerid. Caldor was no longer a kingdom, but a province of Marshalla.
As time wore on, Gerid found a new curse to go with his blessings. As those around him continued to age, the man found that he did not. Catiya gifted him with more children and they in turn had children.
Simon and Alyanna had a girl and two boys. His niece and nephews in turn had children of their own.
When Simon was buried by his children, grandchildren and even great grandchildren after a long life of his own, the giant stood giving his strength to Alyanna and Catiya. Still strong as ever and undying, the king of Marshalla, lord of the Grimnal, lived to eventually bury all those he had known and loved.
New generations came and still the giant remained. As time went by, more called him Grimnal, than Gerid. The immovable stone seemed to fit him more than a name of flesh. New loves came as he found himself unable to die. The Grimnal watched over his children, grandchildren and their children’s children.
Time continued to flow, but like a great stone in the river, the legend remained unchanged.
Voran the Night Guardian
Battle Mage: A Tale of Alus
Battle Mage: A Tale of Alus
The Emperor’s Shadow War
Check out the free previews Chapter 2-Dream Girl
The dream came, so vivid that perhaps it should be called a vision, though Nick had never thought of himself as some sort of prophet. First, he saw the wolf pack running wild. Trees and brush were around as they moved as one. A deer sprang away in surprise, but it was ignored.
Then he spied a dark haired girl. Big eyes of dark brown peered at him beneath wavy, dark brown hair. High cheeks bones and perky nose were all lightly bronzed and still the dark eyes remained riveting. Her body was long and lithe and obscured as if by smoke. Whether she was clothed or simply clothed in smoke, he could not tell and he knew that it didn’t matter.
He feared the pack would attack the girl, but they didn’t and she actually seemed to join them for their run. She turned back to look at him as if inviting him to run with her. Her hand waved and it was then he noticed that they trailed silver. A voran? He vaguely wondered even as the dream tossed him away leaving him longing to try and return to learn more, but it was over.
Standing alone in his apartment, the man stood contemplating his phone. Through the window, he could see the sun was well up in the morning sky. Sleeping was rare enough for the voran, dreams such as the one the night before were even more rare. Again he considered the phone and the call Nick felt he must make.
“Vivian?” Nick spoke into his cell phone. He had not used this number in years despite programming it into three phones before and never had the man become desperate enough to use it.
The phone was quiet a moment before a woman’s voice answered. “Nicholas? It’s been… a long time.”
Never one to waste time, Nick moved straight to the point. “I think I’ve had a vision. There may be a new voran nearby.”
“Just business then? I was sort of hoping you called me because you missed me, Nicholas. Let me guess. You decided to call me to see how I had found you all that time ago.
“I don’t know if I want you finding some new friend. I hate competition and I hear from you so rarely already, Nicholas.”
Rolling his eyes, Nick chose his words carefully and knew they would still not be what Vivian wanted to hear. “You know I have responsibilities here.”
“How hard was it to call me on that phone?” she asked cutting him off, but the woman didn’t sound angry, just a bit sad.
“Did you get a vision of me before you found me, Vivian?” he asked cutting through her typical emotional guilt chat. The woman had been using that tactic for more than a hundred years. She was good at it, but he was used to it despite the time away from Vivian.
“Yes, that’s usually how we find one another. Mates especially need a way of finding one another in this big world filled with humans. We voran are too rare to leave it to chance I guess.
“Too bad you weren’t my destined mate, Nicholas,” she added wistfully. “Perhaps this new voran will love you back.”
“Don’t be that way, Vivian,” Nick replied suppressing the need to sigh. His former mentor was all too skilled at guilt trips. It had been why he had stayed with her as many years as he had. That and she was beautiful and charming. She was also a bit of a recluse and Nick had needed to get back into the world when he had left her. “You know I will always love you. It just wasn’t our time and I was needed in the world.”
“The world? My aren’t you the important man. So much time for the world and none for your old friend, Vivian?”
Refusing to step deeper into the sticky morass, Nick stopped engaging in her intended delay tactics and got back to topic. “I saw a wolf pack in a forest that came across her. The girl seemed unafraid and joined them for a run. What do you make of that?”
“Well, you hang out with Marek and his clan, perhaps this girl runs with wolves? I am no dream analyst, but that would be my thoughts.”
“What did you see when you came for me?” “Came for you? I simply met you when fate brought us together,” she started trying to sound innocent. After a pause while he waited, Vivian added, “I saw you, and then I saw the boat you and that vampire came over on with its name across the prow.
“Perhaps you can come and have dinner with me to show your appreciation, Nicholas,” the woman’s voice offered wistfully. “It really has been too long, even for creatures like us.”
“Some might consider that an emergency,” he smiled though she could not see it. “Talk to you soon, Vivian.”
The sound of the news broadcasting from the television, while Nick searched through the refrigerator for a midday meal, tried to alleviate the silence that otherwise beset the apartment. He listened for word of the woman’s attack or potentially similar assaults that he didn’t know about. The problem with one stray vampire was that they could so quickly multiply. Without proper mentoring, the young vampires could quickly get out of control. They were careless and would leave victims near death and infected with the virus, which would in turn create more of their kind unless treated with voran blood.
The news played on and the woman’s attack never came to light. Marek and his crew must have managed to keep the woman’s plight down played enough to avoid being news worthy. No word of the woman or her attacker was made mention.
That was another matter of thought, however. How would he figure out how to find her? Nick determined that such a strong vision must require some sort of investigation. The questions left from such a dream left him wondering how he could possibly find her.
There were woods and wolves. How to narrow down a search like that? There were dozens of forest preserve areas nearby and beyond the city and suburbs there would be more. How close would they be to the city? Lastly, did he have to go to her or was she coming to him like Vivian said of their meeting?
Nick was inclined to believe that it was he who would have to go to the girl. The city was an unlikely place to find a pack of wolves, at least without them becoming quite obvious to authorities and that would make the news. Of that, Nick could be sure.
The sound of a key fumbling in the lock brought the man’s eyes to the door. Opening with a slight creak, the door soon revealed a young woman. Her eyes noticed him watching her entry with a start that quickly turned into a smile. “Hi, Nicky!” the girl greeted happily.
“Good morning, Geni. I see you’re in a good mood,” Nick greeted his maid. Geni, short for Genevieve Spencer, a college girl from a family that had money enough to send her to a top school, but didn’t want to spoil her with a large monthly allowance. She had responded to his ad in the fall and quickly the girl had gotten more familiar with his name. No longer Mr. Steel or Nick, he had somehow become ‘Nicky’.
“Of course, why not, right? It’s a sunny winter day in Chicago. My boss is cool. My job is good. What’s not to like?”
The girl’s step halted and she feigned hurt. “Why, Mr. Steel, I would never do such a thing!” Her eyes turned mischievous as she added, “Though if it is working and you’d like to give me a raise, I wouldn’t want to stop you.”
Releasing a brief laugh, the man replied, “We’ll see how well it’s working after you’ve cleaned the place again.”
Geni let out a fake groan even as she couldn’t stop a smile from taking her lips. The girl grabbed her cleaning supplies from the closet where they were kept. She noted the dishes and pans from his latest attempt at breakfast. Clothes strewn on the floor and couch after his night out added to a new sigh that was real. “Well, I guess I don’t have to worry about job security with you around. Have a nice night out, Nick?”
Nodding, she replied, “Ah. So are we looking for you to show up on the news then?” The girl laughed, even as Nick glanced to her in surprise. “Just kidding. I doubt a guy like you would ever make it on the news.”
“Yeah, you’re always watching the news. Guys that watch the news this much don’t usually do interesting things to make the news. I mean, you’re a semi-retired stock trader. That’s pretty boring to me. No offense.”
“Yeah, and I haven’t noticed you bringing any ladies to your apartment, since I’ve been working for you. That’s pretty surprising, since you’re a pretty good looking guy with money and all,” she suddenly looked up at him with a blush. “Oh, I’m sorry, sir.”
Patting the air, the man soothed her with, “You can just call me, Nick. Noting a dry spell, doesn’t make me a ‘sir’, Geni. And yes, I get it. I seem boring to a young, college girl.”
“Oh, I don’t think your that boring, Nicky,” the girl’s smile came out like the sun again. “You probably go out and do all kinds of things, though I am still a bit surprised that you hired a housekeeper. I would think you’d have enough time to clean, if you wanted.”
Again he laughed, as he sat opening his laptop taking a seat on the couch. “If I wanted. I don’t. I hate cleaning, that’s why I hired you.”
“Ah, well that would do it. I’m not much for cleaning my dorm room either. Maybe that’s because I get tired of cleaning after finishing here though?” She noted his interest in his laptop screen as she cleaned the kitchen counters. “Checking stocks?”
“I had heard rumors that there might be some wolf packs in one of the woods nearby. The balance of deer and wolves sometimes needs a helping hand, so I was curious if there were reports on that.”
The girl put down her towel and came to lean over the back of the couch. Blond hair in a ponytail swung past his ear as her green eyes locked onto the screen. Nick glanced up at the pretty, young woman leaning over him and wondered at the girl over a century younger than him.
The girl stepped over the back of the couch like she lived there and sat cross legged next to Nick. Her bare feet tucked under her put the right foot against his leg. It was icy. “Can I try?” she asked pointing at the laptop.
Nick handed it over to the girl easily. He looked like a man in his late twenties at the oldest, but he was of a generation well before the onset of all the electronics that flooded society now. The man had witnessed all the new things and tried to evolve with them, but he was still much like a man out of time.
The girl, born into the computer age, was like a fish in water with a laptop in her hands. Or maybe he was like the first fish learning to walk on land according to evolutionary terms? However the view, Nick found himself looking over the girl’s search as she played through various ideas.
“I think these will keep me busy for a little bit. Thanks.” He took the laptop back from the girl as she went back to work. Nick noted the girl’s exit to the kitchen in admiration. She was pretty and bright. He knew that she was on scholarship despite her parents. Independent as well, the man decided. If he were a hundred years younger, he thought.
There were mainly entries related to coyotes, but Geni had worked her magic and managed to cut her way through the internet red tape. There they were. Stories of recent reports from the forest rangers of wolf or coyote activity. The mix of surprise that leaked between the lines helped Nick to believe these could be the forests. If not, it was certainly worth a look.
The building looked like a regular warehouse.