Taking a break from The Academy of the Accord, since I’ve been posting from its books for over a year now. (I’ll come back to them when they’re ready to release. Current goal is 2020.)
So, anyhow, I thought I’d post from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.
Following directly from last week. (Some of you may have seen some of this before.)
Pashevel retrieved his first aid kit from his gear, wondering if he had enough skills to tend her wounds. There was so much blood… He dipped a clean rag into the water and hesitated. The scene of the man trying to rape her was fresh in his mind and he didn’t want to frighten her, but he needed to remove her clothing to treat her wounds. He gently lifted her again, easing her jacket down over her arms as she struggled, sobbing in fear and helplessness as he removed it.
“Easy,” Pashevel soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you, my lady. I just need to see your wounds so I can treat them.” He knew that his words wouldn’t register, but the tone of his voice would.
Tone. He laid her down again, folding her jacket as a pillow for her, and pulled out his flute.
Music filled the air, and brought with it magic, as Pashevel focused on the sound and shaped it to his will. An air of serenity filled the area. A few more notes and her breathing deepened into sleep; it would be easier for both of them if she was unconscious. A few more notes and some of the pain washed from her face, and Pashevel sighed as he put his flute away. Music and magic could only do so much: the rest would have to be up to her. Hesitantly he reached for her torn and blood-soaked blouse. “Forgive me, Lady,” he murmured and pulled it off.
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince
Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village
Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first
Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast
Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.
But first, they have a problem to solve: how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?
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