a fantasy adventure series by D.R. Casselman
Enemies and unexpected friends
Book Two: "Paths of Fyr"
An excerpt from "Paths of Fyr"
…Eathelon hiked a narrow trail north along the eastern shoulder of the Fyr Mountains. A mere speck against the high barren peaks, he made his way north toward the Moors in silence, no way to know what creatures might dwell in these unfamiliar lands.
To his right, the wide plains of Gorst sloped down to the Eastmost Sea. He mused at how the beauty of the scene contrasted with the evil he knew dwelt there. Camouflaged against the mountain, he silently thanked the Fyrls for providing him food enough for a week. He had no idea where to look for the Druid but guessed the Druid would find him once he set foot on the Moors. He only hoped nothing else found him first. He had heard of the trelks and other foul creatures that lived there.
A month had now passed since he and Tholin had left Lingolia. Rena-Earlyspring was only eight short weeks away. He worried that time would be as much an enemy to his errand as the evil he sought to confront here, but he trusted his friends to carry out their own tasks in defense of the West and put his mind to the accomplishment of his own.
He hiked all day and as the Fyr Mountains began to fall into shadow, heard the unmistakable call of a sinter hawk. Looking up, he saw several circling high above him. Knowing they carried a message, he sat down on a rock to wait, as they spiraled down. When they had settled onto the rocks, he stretched out his arm, palm up, to receive the message. Seeing the gesture, one hawk flew over, dropped it into his hand and flew back to join the rest.
Eathelon untied the string and opened the message, anxious to know who’d sent it. He read it…and smiled.
Map of the continent of Narda
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