#fictionfriday, number 48

Welcome to #fictionfriday. Each Friday, I’m going to dedicate to something that has to do with novels, short stories, or even brief pieces. I may write some history pieces for the world of Tasguliere, pieces that have emerged since the publication of my first book, or create a whole new story. I also could review or speak in depth about some particularly interesting pieces of writing that are out there. Sit back, read, and enjoy.I suppose this seems to be becoming more of a #fictionsaturday or #fictionsunday lately, but I’m going to stick with #fictionfriday.Today, we continue the journey of Malair.
Malair coughed as he sent another cloud of dust into the air from turning the pages of an ancient manuscript. The Aon Scholar Cecilia had been a great help in identifying possible texts and manuscripts that might be of use. But so far, he and the boy, Dailen, had not found anything of substance. It was turning out that information about the Hallelian Kingdom was scarce and hard to come by.
That had surprised him. The Hallelian Kingdom had been well known throughout Tasguliere. It was the kingdom that had stood the test of time, even longer than the mythical Yinaed.
Malair leaned in closer as the text got smaller.
There it was. A clue. The first mention in several days and in several texts.
Halle.
He turned the page and nothing.
It was completely blank. He slammed his fists on the table making a pile of scrolls wobble and start to roll off the table.
“Nothing. There’s just nothing here at all.” He stood and began to pace around the small room.
“Sir,” came the quiet voice. Malair looked over at the door as it creaked open. Cecilia stood in the doorway with Dailen just behind her. “It appears that the boy has found a promising scroll for you.”
Malair reached out and took the scroll from the scholar’s hand. “Let’s take a look.” He gently unrolled the scroll. The text was faint but clearly written in a light and airy way. It seemed to be written in some ancient language. Of the few words Malair could make out, he noticed Halle, Queen, and control.
“This might be what we’re looking for, Dailen. An excellent job.” Malair unrolled the scroll more and placed it flat on the table. He used a goblet to hold down one corner and heavy books to hold down the others. Grabbing a blank piece of parchment and a quill, he began to write. “Do you know anyone who can translate this?”
“I’m afraid that I don’t,” Cecilia said. “It was an old language that I didn’t recognize.”
“It was a stroke of luck then! We’ll have to get to work coming up with some sort of translation. Cecilia, do you think you can find any other texts that are similar that might help?”
“I may be able to find something…give me a day or so and I’ll see what we have,” Cecilia said and then disappeared from the room.

That’s it for today’s #fictionfriday! Feel free to leave a comment or your thoughts. Pick up a copy of Plight of the Carnor, J.B. Patricks’ first novel from Amazon in paperback or get the Kindle version and learn even more about Tasguliere!

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