Switching to something different for a bit and posting something from a long-term project.
This snippet is from a scene in one of the books in The Academy of the Accord series, probably book five but I’m sort of rethinking things so maybe not. (The series is still a work in progress and so is this scene.)
A couple notes first because regardless of where this scene ends up it’s dropping you into the middle of a book in the middle of a series.
The Academy of the Accord is a school that trains both wizards and warriors.
Wellhym (and Kordelm) are in charge of the first year cadets and are the seconds in command of the school’s garrison.
Jorsen is a first year cadet – roughly 10 years old. He is… sort of a laughing stock, picked on by kids that are more coordinated.
Marsden is the commander of the garrison. Vinadi is the headmaster of the school.
A Warder is a warrior with an instinct to protect wizards. (And I need to find a different word for “Warder” because it’s kind of hard to pronounce.)
The usual creative sentence structure warnings apply.
Wellhym was too far away to hear what had been said, but he didn’t need to hear the words: the mocking laughter and way Jorsen’s shoulders drooped as he hung his head and turned away from the other cadets told him all he needed to know and he glanced at Kordelm.
Anger burned in his partner’s eyes and Wellhym winced: he wouldn’t want to be the other cadets by the time Kordelm got through with them, but he put that thought out of his mind – they had earned whatever befell them – and focused on following Jorsen.
The cadet moved at a steady, measured pace as he passed the castle and started down the hill toward the orchard, but Wellhym could read the tension in his body – a tension he knew all too well – so he held back, staying just close enough to see where he was going: he wanted to talk to the boy alone but he didn’t want to draw attention to him.
Jorsen showed no sign of stopping and Wellhym began to worry that the boy was going to leave the grounds, but he finally stopped at a wall of boulders that formed a dike against the spring floods. He leaned against it for a moment, then clambered up it and sat, staring down at the stream that came down from the mountain.
Wellhym watched him, waiting until the shaking of his shoulders slowed before joining him on top of the wall.
The cadet jumped and turned to face him, nearly losing his balance as he scrambled to his feet.
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