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.
Today, we continue the journey of Malair.
“Malair, did you find the Queen’s Scepter?”
Malair started, his eyes snapped open in a panic. His eyes darted from side to side. A woman’s face came into view.
“Malair, stop.” The woman said, trying to push Malair back down.
Malair pushed the woman away and sat up, a thin blanket slid off. A crash off to the side. His chest was slick with sweat.
“Malair,” a man’s soft voice seemed to float into his head. “Relax.”
He felt himself sink back to the bed. His head pounded.
“Come, my dear.” He saw the man offer a hand to the woman. No, that was Madame Adlow. He watched the man help Madame Adlow up from the ground.
“I—I’m sorry.” Malair croaked out. His voice cracked and his throat felt raw.
“Here,” the man lifted a ladle to Malair’s mouth and tipped it. “Not too much now.”
Malair groaned as a thin trickle of water hit his tongue. His body seemed to relax itself.
“Now, now, let me do a little talking.” The man pulled the ladle away and sat down next to the bed. “We need your help, Malair.”
Malair stared at the ceiling before turning his head. “What?” He managed out.
“We need your help to find the Queen’s Scepter before the monste—, before the vleeseters do. They will only use it to seize power. We, the Meru family, would use it for good, for the bettering of Balgurzon. The Lemin family of vleeseters seeks only to dominate in Balgurzon and take over everything. We only seek to remove them from power and the stranglehold they have over Balgurzon.”
Malair stared back at the ceiling. “I—I don’t know what it is.”
“You don’t know what the Queen’s Scepter is?” the man said, a moment of curiosity seemed to flit around momentarily. “I see.”
Malair could feel the hard metal in his back from the Scepter. They had to have seen it. If they did, they had not taken it. Perhaps he could get away and find Dailen and flee Balgurzon still. He could escape this Meru family.
“Well, we shall leave you here to heal. Madame Adlow will care for you until you feel ready to move about again. We will need your help to search for the Queen’s Scepter.” The man stood. For the first time, Malair saw the man’s dress. He wore a simple habit like one of the monks of Zue’do from the far reaches of the Upper World. Interesting that one of them would make it all the way here to Balgurzon.
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!