TITLE: Lament the Blade
GENRE: YA Fantasy
The falcon wouldn’t cooperate.
Anis tramped through the underbrush until she reached a clearing near the center of the great forest.
There he is.
She shivered, her mud-stained cloak offering little protection from the early morning chill. Dried brush snapped behind her.
Must be Bern.
"Shhh!" Without looking back, she pointed to the treetop. "You’ll scare him off."
The voice wasn’t Bern’s familiar old-man’s warble. It was deep and soft.
A guard come to take me back. Now I’m in for it.
She was supposed to stay inside the castle walls for the war wasn’t going well.
But the bird….
"He’s a falcon." She threw the last chunks of bread on the forest floor. Finally, she glanced at the man and froze. A Liene with long dark hair and great black wings wielded a sword. A mist that sparkled like gemstones twirling in sunlight surrounded him.
"Please,” she said and fell against the tree trunk, covering her face with both hands. “Don't kill me."
When he didn’t, she peered through her fingers.. He sheathed the sword and knelt before her, fingering the lion’s head clasp on her cloak.
“You’re Anis. King Gerrin’s daughter."
“You’re a mage.” She frowned. “And a Liene. A half-born.”
"Yes," he said, his narrow face pale. "How do you know?"
"Your lights are very bright, but not as bright as Verrick's."
The Liene stood abruptly. "My lights?"
"Verrick says only I can see those with the power,” she said, averting her eyes. “Not even the mages can."