The Terror of Thorn: Child of War: Book 2 by Alonna Lissett Page B
Authors: Alonna Lissett
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“I never thought this was real” the woman said before continuing, “My Da had always told me he had a special order made for Erik the Red out of a material that was found deep inside the Shatter Mountains by the lil folk. I have never seen a dwarf and thought them a myth, my father was always known for telling tall tales. He always told me what was under the anvil, and that he couldn’t remove it. This is what my Da and brother died for, a piece of metal.” The woman said as she began to cry.
“I don’t understand why didn’t he just give it to them, no equipment is worth your life” Samantha said.
“They were under the impression it was a very expensive metal, but they did not know what” the woman explained. “The metal has already been worked, anyone found in possession of enchanted items was deemed a traitor to the crown, we would have all been executed.”
Xander dug into the small space under the trap door and could feel some type of cloth, which kind he did not know as it dry rotted as he tried to grab it. Xander moved his hand through until he touched something hard, rough and undoubtedly metal. Xander grabbed hold and pulled out what could only be a breast plate. When Xander finally finished, he had a full set of roughly made armor, complete with the weirdest looking gloves he had ever laid eyes on.
The woman ran her hands across the breastplate, its ebony color not dark enough to hide the fact the metal needed serious polishing.
“My father told me when Erik the Red presented him with a block of what he called midknightium, the metal was so hard to work with it broke most of his tools. Erik was in a hurry to wear this armor before his war with Rangel. The enchanted special tools he made eventually broke during the construction of this. I would hear my father tell me how the metal wouldn’t take a shine and was difficult to heat, but was no doubt the best suit of armor he had ever made. Erik himself spent at least a month here, my mother would go along with my father’s stories but I thought they were just fairy tales. He said it looked like someone’s first attempt at smithing, but he could not do any better. For some reason Erik locked this armor away, instead of taking it with him to war. This is what my family died over, my father’s greatest work. If those so called soldiers knew they were looking for some armor instead of gold, maybe they would have left us alone but my Da would not take that chance. I ask that you let me join you Xander the Red, I Priscilla, daughter of Owen and Oceania vow my service to you in any way possible if you can help me get my revenge.”
Xander looked into Priscilla’s eyes and could see the sadness in them but saw something else underlying, the need for vengeance. Xander could see it in the way her hair seemed to be stuck to her face, the way her hands kept shaking although trouble was not upon them yet. Xander knew no matter his answer this woman would either find her vengeance or die trying.
“You have lost enough Priscilla” Samantha said as she placed her hand inside the other woman’s. “You should leave this place and rebuild your life someplace else away from these memories.”
“This woman does not speak for me, a son of low birth” Xander said letting Samantha know she did not speak for him. “Your family has done mine a great service and have paid because of it, I will help you in any way possible.”
“Enchanter, enough of this” Patrick began. “We are gods knows how many miles away from our host and you are trying to pretend you are some sort of bad ass. As I remember it, Samantha’s quick thinking is the only thing that saved you from those men back
“I never thought this was real” the woman said before continuing, “My Da had always told me he had a special order made for Erik the Red out of a material that was found deep inside the Shatter Mountains by the lil folk. I have never seen a dwarf and thought them a myth, my father was always known for telling tall tales. He always told me what was under the anvil, and that he couldn’t remove it. This is what my Da and brother died for, a piece of metal.” The woman said as she began to cry.
“I don’t understand why didn’t he just give it to them, no equipment is worth your life” Samantha said.
“They were under the impression it was a very expensive metal, but they did not know what” the woman explained. “The metal has already been worked, anyone found in possession of enchanted items was deemed a traitor to the crown, we would have all been executed.”
Xander dug into the small space under the trap door and could feel some type of cloth, which kind he did not know as it dry rotted as he tried to grab it. Xander moved his hand through until he touched something hard, rough and undoubtedly metal. Xander grabbed hold and pulled out what could only be a breast plate. When Xander finally finished, he had a full set of roughly made armor, complete with the weirdest looking gloves he had ever laid eyes on.
The woman ran her hands across the breastplate, its ebony color not dark enough to hide the fact the metal needed serious polishing.
“My father told me when Erik the Red presented him with a block of what he called midknightium, the metal was so hard to work with it broke most of his tools. Erik was in a hurry to wear this armor before his war with Rangel. The enchanted special tools he made eventually broke during the construction of this. I would hear my father tell me how the metal wouldn’t take a shine and was difficult to heat, but was no doubt the best suit of armor he had ever made. Erik himself spent at least a month here, my mother would go along with my father’s stories but I thought they were just fairy tales. He said it looked like someone’s first attempt at smithing, but he could not do any better. For some reason Erik locked this armor away, instead of taking it with him to war. This is what my family died over, my father’s greatest work. If those so called soldiers knew they were looking for some armor instead of gold, maybe they would have left us alone but my Da would not take that chance. I ask that you let me join you Xander the Red, I Priscilla, daughter of Owen and Oceania vow my service to you in any way possible if you can help me get my revenge.”
Xander looked into Priscilla’s eyes and could see the sadness in them but saw something else underlying, the need for vengeance. Xander could see it in the way her hair seemed to be stuck to her face, the way her hands kept shaking although trouble was not upon them yet. Xander knew no matter his answer this woman would either find her vengeance or die trying.
“You have lost enough Priscilla” Samantha said as she placed her hand inside the other woman’s. “You should leave this place and rebuild your life someplace else away from these memories.”
“This woman does not speak for me, a son of low birth” Xander said letting Samantha know she did not speak for him. “Your family has done mine a great service and have paid because of it, I will help you in any way possible.”
“Enchanter, enough of this” Patrick began. “We are gods knows how many miles away from our host and you are trying to pretend you are some sort of bad ass. As I remember it, Samantha’s quick thinking is the only thing that saved you from those men back
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