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Authors: Mark Shane

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Keeper of the Eye (The Eye of the Sword Book 1)

K
EEPER OF THE
E
YE

 

M
ARK
S
HANE
 

Keeper of the Eye

Copyright © 2016 by Mark Shane

 

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, any place, events or occurrences, is purely coincidental. The characters and story lines are created from the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

 

Published by Shane Publishing

ISBN-13: 978-1533329240

ISBN-10: 1533329249

 

Cover design by Howard David Johnson

 

 

To my readers, words cannot express my gratitude that you chose to read my work. I hope you enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it.

 

 

 

To Anne, Margie, Holly, Pat, and Gerald for reading, re-reading, editing and shaping my writing. Words cannot express my gratitude. And to my family for encouraging me along the way.

 

Contents

Map

P
ROLOGUE
: Endings and Beginnings

1. Paths and Propositions

2. Strangers and Familiar Faces

3. House Calls

4. Nightmares Come Alive

5. Secrets

6. Destinies

7. Leaving Home

8. Dark Plans

9.
Defining Moments

10. A Warm Bed

11. Life is a Gamble

12. Treasures Found

13. From the Shadows

14. Running from the Night

15. Last Ditch Effort

16. Desperate Measures

17. Rhalmadia

18. Chance Encounters

19. And One Makes Five

20. Trust Broken

21. The Comfort of Dreams

22. Vorn Eyre Forest

23. The Witches of the Forest

24. Valiant Efforts

25. On Their Own

26. Lyndham

27. Breakthrough

28. Finery’s Way

29. The Price of Love

30. The Mason’s Daughter

31. Blacksmith’s Puzzle

32. To Heed a Calling

33. A Fit of Rage

34. Directions

35. Extra Muscle

36. Reunions and Pardons

37. No Alternatives

38. Great Bear

39. Living Headstone

40. Between Worlds

41. Thunder and Lightning

42. Moving Up the Ranks

43. The Ruins of Desid

44. The Perfect Number

45. A New Direction

46. A Lone Journey

47. In the Heart

48. The Perfect Job

49. The Keep at Mistenthar

50. To Have Meaning

51. Dalarhan

52. Justice is Mercy

E
PILOGUE
: Change in Plans

 

With thunder and lightning, he will reign down destruction on his enemies. He will betray the hope of his people and rend the very ground they stand on. Yet, in his wake of pain and suffering, he will become the champion of mankind. For the greatest power is not magic that can level mountains, but love willing to lay down its life for others.

 

Johanas Alexander Francesco,

First Wizard of Shaladon

Prophecy rendered 190 CE

 

 

 

 

 

K
EEPER OF THE
E
YE

 

M
ARK
S
HANE

P
ROLOGUE

Endings and Beginnings

A rabbit scampered across the wide path that snaked its way through the forest, his fur blending well with the snowy background. Halfway across he stopped, ears perked, nose twitching. Instinct propelled him back toward the safety of his burrow as a black horse broke through the trees.

Encased in armor black as his mount, breath freezing to clouds of vapor, Commander Aldar Von Luz was the sight of death waiting to be unleashed. Running a thumb along the head of his half-moon axe, he scanned the area, noting every detail.

Trees grew thick along the path, almost like walls, but the crest of the hill provided an excellent vantage point to the valley below. Blanketed white with snow, the evergreens of the Al’ Shar Dan Forest presented a scene of undisturbed tranquility. But something felt wrong, something intangible, resting on the edge of the senses. He could neither pin it down nor explain it, but it was there.

A gust of wind whipped at his blonde hair, stinging his face. Turning from the wind, he looked back the way he had come and watched the long, serpentine procession of the Lion’s Fist, gold lions on maroon banners glinting in the midday sun. One thousand strong, men and horses specially trained as the king’s personal guard, they were the greatest fighting unit in the Rang Shalan. They were his men.

Aldar’s eyes narrowed, following the red carriage as it rolled along in the middle of the procession. Hoping to reach Kirvin by nightfall, they had left the wagon train to its sluggish trek at daybreak. All except the red one. And a huge source of angst it was. King Tobias and Queen Magdalene rode next to it occasionally peeking in on their son.

Their visit to Cintaur had been productive yet nerve-racking. Never had a foreign king been invited to participate in Cintaur’s Festival of the Brave, celebrating their independence from Sur Valtan. Five hundred years past and the embers of animosity still burned between those two nations. It was a high honor King Tobias could not refuse, but why bring the family? Traveling outside Shaladon’s borders, even to an allied country, could be rife with dangers. True, Queen Magdalene was one of his best advisors and had proven instrumental in trade negotiations with the queen of Cintaur, but they could have at least left the prince safe at home in Dalarhan. Scanning the terrain one more time–still clear as the blue sky–he spurred his horse back toward the procession.

“Captain Tersh,” he said, reigning in at the front of the procession, “report.”

“Third scout team left a short while ago, sir. Second team should be at their furthest scout range now.”

“Good. Team One have anything to report?”

“They haven’t returned, sir.”

Aldar clenched his jaw. Missing scouts was the last thing he wanted to hear.

Nervousness swept across Captain Tersh’s face. “Lars said his team wanted to take down a stag for the king, sir. I granted them permission to hunt once they checked in with Team Two. Probably had a bit of luck, and they’re dressing a fine kill now.” A grin slid across the captain’s face. “I’m sure the size of the stag will grow with each telling of the story.”

Aldar smiled. Lars was well known for his exaggerations. “Perhaps you’re right, captain.”

He debated sending men to search for the missing scouts, but without any horns sounding an alarm he decided against it. Lars would find the Fist much easier than scouts would find him. Besides, they were a full day within their own border. An attack on the king was quite unlikely. Still, that sense of foreboding pestered him. He made a note to discuss protocol with Lars when the man reported in.

As the Fist traversed the snow-laden road, the silence grew palpable as though the forest itself was holding its breath, waiting. Aldar peered into the shadowy forest, willing it to give up its secrets. The trees offered none. He clenched his jaw. They were a day’s travel from the safety of the Kirvin garrison. Might as well be a hundred. “Captain, have the men stand ready.”

It took a moment for Captain Tersh to quit staring at the forest and reply, “Yes, sir,” striking fist to chest in a salute. He sensed it too. Aldar could see it in his eyes.

Hand signals from Captain Tersh conveyed the order and others quickly passed the command along. Sword catches released, hands moved to rest over quivers, eyes scanned trees they had already searched. The Fist bristled with silent awareness as they entered the Heart of the forest, a perfectly circular expanse, a mile wide and void of any trees. Some said the Creator Himself had reached down and laid the area bare. Legend told of a great wizard who had made his last stand here. Ambushed by an army, he gave his entire being to one final spell, a death spell, killing his attackers to a man and scouring the earth clean. An old campfire tale to be sure but a creative one nonetheless.

“Is everything all right, Commander?” King Tobias asked as Aldar reigned in beside him.

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