Path of the Wind
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Category:
Fantasy & Science Fiction › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
12
Views:
745
Reviews:
7
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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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.
Old stories
Sorry I took so long to update, but with one thing and the other...
Anywhy, as an apology here is three chapters for you. Please let me know what you think, pretty please!!!!
9
Jasco studies the faces of his two guests over the breakfast table. They seem more relaxed than the previous evening their rest must have been more satisfying than his. As they finish he tells them that he would like for them to accompany him, there are some people they have to go and see about the situation.
As they gather their capes and hats the carriage is brought around. They set of into the city away from the harbour, up the hill towards the castle of the city commander. They pull up in front of an imposing building across the square from the castle gates, the university. They slowly make their way up stairways and down long halls, Jasco cursing his old bones all the way. Finally he stops in front of a door in a dusty old corner of the building. The door is opened in reaction to their knocking by a young man. “Yes, can I help you?” He seems stunned by Jasco’s request to see Master Kepender. “Of course, please come in.”
The room is small and smells of dust, ink and old tobacco. Against all the walls are book shelves, stacked with books, papers, scrolls and artefacts. Much of the floor space is taken up by two large tables covered in a mad collection of paper, quills, pipes and other miscellaneous objects. A withered old man rises from behind one of the table’s, “Jasco, old friend, it’s good to see you.” The two old men embrace each other with careful back slapping then stand exchanging news, queries and good wishes. “Marcio, I see they finally gave you an assistant.” “Ha, they say it’s in reverence for my old age, but I know he is here to make sure I don’t lie dead in this forgotten corner until somebody notices the smell.” The young man stoically ignores this jibe and inquires if he can bring anybody tea. He quietly leaves through the door, shutting it behind him.
“So Jasco, now that the spy is gone what brings you to me?”
“My young friends have a story for you.”
“Good, good, let me get some paper, find yourselves some seats gentlemen.” When they are all settled Jasco nods at Terenze to tell his story. The old man happily starts scribbling the story on to a piece of parchment but after a while sits staring at them in disbelief. When the story ends his eyes are glistening with tears. “Jasco, this…this is…”
“I know my old friend, you may finally get your proof. But now we need your help.” The two younger men look at each other incomprehension wrinkling their brows. Jasco smiles at them then turn back to watch his old friend. Marcio finally seems to pull himself together. “You know my input will only cause derision and mockery, what could you possibly need from me?”
“You have said that the Pakrash has come over the mountains before and that this resulted in the Great War. I need to know what we can expect if this wasn’t just a random occurrence.”
“You know that my theories are only conjecture, based on old stories and ancient writings, there is no proof.” The last bit is said with derision.
“I know. I also know that most travellers and traders would not discount your theories as easily as the academia has. If the Pakrash are coming, and I think they are, what do they want and what can we do to stop them?” Marcio sighs.
“Well, if they are coming nobody knows why. I do know what they will bring, death, destruction and fear. Little is known of the cause of the Great War all that is left is the stories.
The red eyed devils came over the mountains to bring death to the east. They gave no warning, no reason, taking woman and children on sight. The evil joined in their darkness, the innocent hiding throughout each night. At last the kingdoms joined forces. Following the light of the north, their songs and their stories, to drive the night back over the mountains. The kingdoms claimed glory ignoring the voice of the light. Beware, darkness returns just like the night.”
The group sits in silence contemplating the implications of their old bedtime stories. Finally the old man starts speaking again. “I’ve come to believe that the night is the Pakrash and light the Gerenti. They have always fought the Pakrash and should have knowledge on how to fight them. I would say that our salvation lies in gaining their help. The problem remains, how to convince our leaders that the threat is real.”
“I’m sure the Pakrash will do that for us.”
“Yes, but at the cost of how many lives?” They sit again in silence. They start as the door opens and the assistant comes into the room with a tray. They drink their tea in silence. Finally Jasco looks up, “I’m too old for this. Let me know if you think of anything else.” Marcio nods. The three visitors get up thank their host for the tea and start to leave. At the door Jasco turns, “Marcio, why don’t you come for dinner tonight, I’ll send my coach for you.” The old man nods. “Six o’clock?”
“See you then.”
The three men carefully make their way back to the street. In the coach Jasco says, “Let’s report the incident to the authorities. Leave out everything about the Pakrash, let them assume there are bandits in the mountains. Maybe they will increase the border and trade route patrols, which certainly can’t hurt.”
Anywhy, as an apology here is three chapters for you. Please let me know what you think, pretty please!!!!
9
Jasco studies the faces of his two guests over the breakfast table. They seem more relaxed than the previous evening their rest must have been more satisfying than his. As they finish he tells them that he would like for them to accompany him, there are some people they have to go and see about the situation.
As they gather their capes and hats the carriage is brought around. They set of into the city away from the harbour, up the hill towards the castle of the city commander. They pull up in front of an imposing building across the square from the castle gates, the university. They slowly make their way up stairways and down long halls, Jasco cursing his old bones all the way. Finally he stops in front of a door in a dusty old corner of the building. The door is opened in reaction to their knocking by a young man. “Yes, can I help you?” He seems stunned by Jasco’s request to see Master Kepender. “Of course, please come in.”
The room is small and smells of dust, ink and old tobacco. Against all the walls are book shelves, stacked with books, papers, scrolls and artefacts. Much of the floor space is taken up by two large tables covered in a mad collection of paper, quills, pipes and other miscellaneous objects. A withered old man rises from behind one of the table’s, “Jasco, old friend, it’s good to see you.” The two old men embrace each other with careful back slapping then stand exchanging news, queries and good wishes. “Marcio, I see they finally gave you an assistant.” “Ha, they say it’s in reverence for my old age, but I know he is here to make sure I don’t lie dead in this forgotten corner until somebody notices the smell.” The young man stoically ignores this jibe and inquires if he can bring anybody tea. He quietly leaves through the door, shutting it behind him.
“So Jasco, now that the spy is gone what brings you to me?”
“My young friends have a story for you.”
“Good, good, let me get some paper, find yourselves some seats gentlemen.” When they are all settled Jasco nods at Terenze to tell his story. The old man happily starts scribbling the story on to a piece of parchment but after a while sits staring at them in disbelief. When the story ends his eyes are glistening with tears. “Jasco, this…this is…”
“I know my old friend, you may finally get your proof. But now we need your help.” The two younger men look at each other incomprehension wrinkling their brows. Jasco smiles at them then turn back to watch his old friend. Marcio finally seems to pull himself together. “You know my input will only cause derision and mockery, what could you possibly need from me?”
“You have said that the Pakrash has come over the mountains before and that this resulted in the Great War. I need to know what we can expect if this wasn’t just a random occurrence.”
“You know that my theories are only conjecture, based on old stories and ancient writings, there is no proof.” The last bit is said with derision.
“I know. I also know that most travellers and traders would not discount your theories as easily as the academia has. If the Pakrash are coming, and I think they are, what do they want and what can we do to stop them?” Marcio sighs.
“Well, if they are coming nobody knows why. I do know what they will bring, death, destruction and fear. Little is known of the cause of the Great War all that is left is the stories.
The red eyed devils came over the mountains to bring death to the east. They gave no warning, no reason, taking woman and children on sight. The evil joined in their darkness, the innocent hiding throughout each night. At last the kingdoms joined forces. Following the light of the north, their songs and their stories, to drive the night back over the mountains. The kingdoms claimed glory ignoring the voice of the light. Beware, darkness returns just like the night.”
The group sits in silence contemplating the implications of their old bedtime stories. Finally the old man starts speaking again. “I’ve come to believe that the night is the Pakrash and light the Gerenti. They have always fought the Pakrash and should have knowledge on how to fight them. I would say that our salvation lies in gaining their help. The problem remains, how to convince our leaders that the threat is real.”
“I’m sure the Pakrash will do that for us.”
“Yes, but at the cost of how many lives?” They sit again in silence. They start as the door opens and the assistant comes into the room with a tray. They drink their tea in silence. Finally Jasco looks up, “I’m too old for this. Let me know if you think of anything else.” Marcio nods. The three visitors get up thank their host for the tea and start to leave. At the door Jasco turns, “Marcio, why don’t you come for dinner tonight, I’ll send my coach for you.” The old man nods. “Six o’clock?”
“See you then.”
The three men carefully make their way back to the street. In the coach Jasco says, “Let’s report the incident to the authorities. Leave out everything about the Pakrash, let them assume there are bandits in the mountains. Maybe they will increase the border and trade route patrols, which certainly can’t hurt.”