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Legon Awakening: Book One in the Legon Series

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Legon Awakening: Book One in the Legon Series

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Jun 7, 2010
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9781452395197
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Set in a world that is not our own, Legon Awakening takes you through an epic journey into a land full of wonderment, illusion, and innovation.

Legon is a simple young man in the small town of Salmont, a town in the center of the Empire that few know about and even fewer care about. All he wishes to do is to start his own butcher shop and take care of his adopted sister and family. Legon is not from Salmont and echoes from his parents past are coming up to haunt him. Legon finds himself being caught in the war that claimed his biological parents lives and now threatens everything he has. He must flee from everything he knows and journey to land of his ancestors to keep all that he loves safe.

Pubblicato:
Jun 7, 2010
ISBN:
9781452395197
Formato:
Libro

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Nicholas Taylor is priest of the Scottish Episcopal Church. He previously taught in universities and ministerial training institutions in the UK and in central and southern Africa.


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Acknowledgements

First of all I have to thank my family for all their support through this whole process.

My cousin Ryan for being one of the biggest supports.

Chris Snelgrove and his constant help.

Collin Earl and all of his encouragement.

My good friend Denise Garrett for always being willing give me her input.

And most of all I would like to thank my readers. You guys are amazing.

Other titles by Nicholas Taylor:

The Legon Series

Legon Awakening

Legon Ascension

Legon Restoration

The Contractor Series

Pactum

Contents

Acknowledgements

Other titles by Nicholas Taylor:

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Epilogue

Legon Ascension Sample

Prologue

About the Author

P

rologue

A New Star

Those at the serpent’s head first swallow the tail of defeat.

-Articles of the Mahann

The Senashow walked down a passage, observing his surroundings, trying to remember how to get to the Queen’s study. His eyes scanned the dim, torch-lit hall. Flickering light played on the granite, giving it the appearance of shifting in and out of existence. The smell was earthy from the recent rain; he could still taste the last bit of moisture. The scent was not unpleasant; it reminded him of home, as did the stone on which he trod on. Most men had a difficult time walking these dark halls without tripping on the uneven stone floor or occasional rug, but this was not a problem for the Senashow, for he was not a man. He was not even human, for that matter.

It was a chilly spring night, the castle drafty and cold; no doubt from the feeble craftsmanship of dull human hands. The Senashow hated these old human dwellings. They were so poorly made they didn’t even keep out the cold. It was cold at home too, but at least there the stonework kept out the. He honestly didn’t know how these creatures had made it out of the Stone Age.

A particularly uneven stone on the floor caught his attention. Pathetic beasts, thought the Senashow as he walked. They are not fit to clean our boot straps, and here our Queen, their Queen for that matter; is living among them. Disgusting! That was beside the point now. There were more pressing matters on the Senashow’s mind. What if the prophecy is true? What if the new star in the sky this night is a sign that it is coming true? It was not in his nature to believe in what he would call mindless mysticism, but he did know the Resistance and the crusade Twigs did. If there was anything worse than people believing in prophecies, it was that people usually found ways to make them come true. It was for that reason he was in this horrid place tonight. One of the signs of the prophecy had come to pass not more than one day ago.

As he passed another corridor he saw a door at the end it open, flooding the hallway with light. Bah, thought the Senashow, the animals can’t even see unless it is as bright as the noonday sun. He was near the kitchens, full of light to enable the servants -- or rather the slaves -- to see what they were doing. As the warm air from the cook fires flowed into the hall, the smell of the food forced him to admit that at least the animals could be taught to cook. Whenever the Senashow passed too close to people he caught little glimpses into their minds, if you could even call them that. Most showed the fear and panic the servants felt upon seeing him. Good. Fear your masters, filthy apes! he thought with derision.

As he approached the Queen’s study, he could see the door at the end of the hall. There was a man coming out, another Iumenta like himself. He knew this person. He was Parkas, the Queen’s chief warlord. He was a tall, slender man, with a firm jawline and an wolf like appearance. His light grey skin shone in contrast to the dark hall, accented by thin lips and pale yellow eyes. At first glance he appeared weak and frail, but he was an Iumenta like the Senashow. Iumentas, like Elves, had deceiving appearances. They are at least fifteen times stronger and faster than any human, with sight rivaling that of any bird of prey, and such sensitive hearing that they can hear a heartbeat across a room. They are also immortal, or as close to immortal as one can be. They do not age, and would live forever unless physically killed.

None of the Elves or Iumenta appeared over twenty-five years old. Parkas had been the Queen’s chief warlord for over a hundred years. His long silver hair fell past his shoulders, and he wore a black belt with a sword hanging from it. The sword was in a grey sheath with a polished steel handle. A sapphire embedded in the hilt glinted in the near non-existent light, so fine was its quality.

The Senashow saw Parkas was flustered and displeased. He obviously did not have a pleasant conversation with the Queen. Fantastic, thought the Senashow. The Queen was temperamental in the best of times, but to have her already upset before he even delivered the news of the prophecy.... The Senashow knew that the news of the prophecy would enrage the Queen if she took it seriously, and she should, it was always an uncomfortable subject.

He walked up to the door and knocked three times. A cold voice came from within.

Enter.

The Senashow opened the door and entered the room. The Queen was standing in front of an archway that led outside to a terrace and the castle gardens. The candlelight mingled with moonlight, bathing the room’s many books and paintings in warmth. The light from the fireplace against the far wall added an almost peaceful glow. The fireplace itself was square and framed in white marble. His eye moved up the large mantelpiece to take in the massive tapestry hanging on the wall.

The tapestry captured his attention. It was about half as tall as the room and was made of black silk. In the center of the tapestry was a six-pointed silver star with a solid pale green circle in the center. Around the star was a half-circle in the same color green, and on the left side of the star were four smaller six-pointed stars, which were dark gold in color. He walked across the study to place a roll of parchment on the inlaid marble desk, unrolled it and took a quill from the gleaming bronze set to sign his name. Out of the corner of his eye he watched the silent Queen as she gazed at the fireplace, where on either side perched two polished bronze dragons. Their tails wound toward the fire and reflected the light across the dragon’s bodies, giving them the appearance of almost dancing in the shifting light.

The Senashow moved to stand in the center of the room. He stood on a fine white and black rug with a depiction of two dragons battling. Like the bronze set by the fire, the Queen often gazed at these dragons for hours while she contemplated. Tonight was no different from most. She stood on the rug looking at the fire. She wore a floor-length dress of crushed black velvet, her sable hair flowing like a waterfall down her back. He caught the aroma of her perfume; it was a light sweet scent that reminded him of the sap of scrub brushes from their homeland. The fragrance was deceiving; it made her seem playful and gentle, like just another silly noblewoman, something she was not.

She turned to look at him. Her yellow eyes bored into him. Irritation was etched onto her strong face, her thin maroon lips pursed in a way he knew all too well. She was wearing a black pearl necklace high on her neck. From it hung a large pale-green stone in the shape of a tear. The stone was not a gemstone, but it still shone brilliantly, and was surrounded with gold. A small grimace crossed her face. She knew that he did not bring good news.

Good evening, my Queen, the Senashow said, vainly hoping her mood would soften with some pleasantries.

Is it? asked the Queen in a cold voice. My dinner is late, and I just spent over an hour with Parkas listening to excuses about why the resistance is still standing. Now I suppose I get to listen to more good news from you?

It was obvious she was in a foul mood tonight, and that there would be no swaying it. The Senashow paused for a moment to contemplate how to deliver his news to the Queen.

She stood there looking at him with those yellow eyes. Her lips were pressed together again, and her grey skin seemed to glow with a hot anger. Despite the heat of the fury flowing off her, the Senashow felt ice cold. Her rage would break soon, and he wasn’t sure he could stand the force of it. Thankfully for him, he would not have to find out.

At that moment there was another knock at the door.

Enter! the Queen growled. She was starting to lose control.

A small servant wearing a cream-colored tunic entered the room. He carried a gilded silver tray of food in one hand and a glass of wine in the other. The Senashow stole into the boy’s mind. It was full of fear; he knew he was late bringing the’s food. The chefs in the kitchen were running behind because the Queen had changed her mind at the last second, and the boy was terrified she would hurt him, or worse, his older brother who worked in the stables. His thoughts were plain on his countenance; the boy looked as though a breath of wind could destroy him. He was trembling slightly and froze inside the doorway. The boy could see that the Queen was angry.

Don’t just stand there, dog! Bring me my food! roared the Queen. Her anger was palpable in the room. A wicked sneer began to tug at the Senashow’s lips. He knew that the Queen’s rage would soon be taken out on the servant. He might be able to salvage the night after all.

As the boy crossed the room, his foot caught on the fine rug. He tried to catch himself, but to no avail. The contents of the tray went flying at the Queen as he toppled toward her. With inhuman speed, the Queen sidestepped the oncoming food and grabbed the tray out of the air. She swung it at the boy, catching him in the mouth. There was a crunching sound and a stifled scream. Blood sprayed out of the servant’s mouth and arced across the room, covering the wall with crimson droplets. The Senashow felt a slight plop on his chest. He looked down to see a small white pebble on the floor covered in blood. It was one of the boy’s teeth. The boy lay on the ground with a hand clamped over his mouth, his tunic now scarlet as copious amounts of blood poured from his ruined face onto the fine rug. The air became saturated with the salty metallic tang of blood. Oddly, the Senashow thought this new smell somehow added to that of the food. He thought he might go by the kitchens after he left the Queen’s study and partake of the offerings.

Get out, said the Queen in an icy voice.

The servant grabbed the remains of the food as quickly as possible and backed out of the room, holding his mouth. The Queen and the Senashow, now with a sneer on his face, watched him go without a word. Yes, he would definitely stop by the kitchens.

The Senashow looked at the Queen and started to talk as if nothing had happened. She appeared calm, and the expression on her face was now impassive.

I am sure that you have noticed the new star in the eastern sky. The Queen nodded.

It is one of the signs of the rebel prophecy. It says that when the hero approaches manhood and the time when he will cleanse the land, a star will appear in the eastern sky. The star will be brighter than all other stars and will never dim or change its position in the sky.

At this point the Queen interrupted. We do not know that this is the star that is spoken of; it may just be a star. There was an almost bored tone in her voice.

Possible, my Queen, but that does not change the fact the resistance could take it as a sign that the prophecy is coming to pass. I agree with you that a star is just that; a star, but these animals and twigs are superstitious creatures. They will believe anything that might even look like a sign. His voice was patient. He knew the Queen had been getting scattered reports for years of signs coming to pass, but nothing ever came of it. But the Senashow knew that this time was different; never before had a new and bright star been seen in the sky, let alone one that fit a prophecy.

The Queen took her time in replying. The Senashow knew she was contemplating what to do.

Finally, and with a careful voice, the Queen answered, I do not think that the prophecy is coming to pass, as there is no way for anyone to see accurately into the future. I agree with you, the resistance will be moving now that the sky has a new light in it. Send out men to find for one who fits the prophecy’s description. Tell them that if they find one who does, bring him here so I may examine him.

At this point the Senashow stifled a small cough. Your Highness, if he is the chosen one and you bring him before you, he could… could… forgive me for saying it, he could kill you, my Queen! There was worry in his voice as he said this. The possibilities rushed through his head. If the queen is killed, all these years of work will be lost.

The Queen laughed. My dear Senashow, it pleases me that you worry about my well-being, even if only for your own safety. It also worries me that you would entertain this mindless mysticism, as you like to call it. Her voice was becoming cruel and soft, and he listened with rapt attention. If we capture a boy that fits the description, the rebels will come to save him. In their haste, they will be sloppy and will make mistakes of which we will take advantage. They will be crushed, and in little time we will rid the land of this prophecy and the resistance.

The Queen continued, a smile crossing her face. When the boy is brought before me, I will sway his thinking and convince him to join us! I do not believe that there is a chosen one, but the people believe that there is, or can be led to believe as much. We can persuade the boy to believe in our way and then we will have an icon of our own to hold aloft that will silence all our adversaries, for if you remember, the prophecy does not say whose side he will join. It just says he will cleanse the land. If the resistance is crushed, the land will be cleansed, and we will be in power forever and finally have our revenge.

He flinched inside as her voice took on an accusatory tone. Furthermore, I do not believe in prophecies as you well know; there is no chosen boy, so it will be a human boy in front of me. Do you think that a human could overpower me? The statement dared him to question her.

He resisted and said, You are wise, oh great Queen; we will set a trap and either way, the fools will spring it. Their own beliefs will bring them down. There was true joy in the Senashow’s voice now.

Malice flickered in her eyes. And apparently your beliefs too.

He stammered, My Queen… I… I was merely saying...

No matter. You were covering all of the possibilities, no matter how unlikely, and I do not fault you for this. Indeed, it is your greatest strength, she said.

Relief crept into him. Thank you, my most kind Queen.

Now, we must develop a plan, said the Queen in a brusque manner. We need to make sure that we find someone who matches the description exactly. If we are off in the slightest all will be lost.

Deep inside the Senashow’s mind a small voice said And if the prophecy is true we will still be safe.

The Queen continued. You will send out men to the country the boy is said to come from. They will search every boy of the proper age and look for the mark on him. Then they will bring him back to me.

And if he should resist, Your Highness?

Then they will kill him; he may only be of use if he complies.

It will be done, said the Senashow, bowing his head.

They exchanged a few more words before the Queen dismissed him. As he was leaving the room, the Queen stopped him, One more thing.

He paused in the doorway and turned his head back to the Queen, who still appeared calm.

Yes, my Queen?

On your way out, send servants to come and clean this rug.

It will be my pleasure, he answered. Another slight smile began to creep onto his face as he said, And the dog that caused the stain?

The Queen replied in a calm and emotionless voice, He fears that I will take retribution out on his brother, who works in the stables, as I’m sure you are aware.

Yes, replied the Senashow brightly.

Make sure those fears come to pass.

Your will shall be done, Your Highness, he said as he turned and closed the door behind him.

C

hapter One

A New Dawn Rising

Love and empathy are a matter of perspective and time. As time passes and perspectives change, we grow together like the tree and the vine, our destinies and lives intertwining in such a way that, if separated from each other, both will certainly perish.

-Tales of the Traveler

Legon was drowning in an icy abyss.

He tried to hurl himself upward; pain exploded in his head. He opened his eyes to find himself sitting up in bed with his head against the rafter of the slanted roof next to him. Groggily, he rubbed his head and looked around his room. There was an open window in the wall behind him with a hint of pre-dawn light shining through, a blank wooden wall in front of him, and to his left a door that opened to the stairway leading down to the rest of the house.

His view of the door was obscured by a girl with a mischievous smile on her face. Her dark brown curly hair fell past her shoulders, framing a soft face with bright blue eyes, long dark eyelashes, a petite nose, and full red lips. She wore a light brown dress with a white lace collar. Over the dress was her signature pale blue apron. She wore no jewelry or makeup. She was standing next to the bed holding an empty bucket in her hands, and the smile on her face was now growing into a grin.

Sasha! What did you do that for! he barked.

What? asked Sasha, who was clearly trying not to laugh, You told me to wake you by whatever means necessary. She tried to act put out, as if he were the one who had just wronged her.

Rubbing his throbbing head again, he looked up into the twinkling eyes that gazed down on him. He growled, And you thought that a bucket of cold water was necessary?

A mock look of deep contemplation came over Sasha’s face. You see, I couldn’t find a bucket of warm water, and well … I suppose I could have been a bit less… oh, what’s the word I’m looking for… rude? But then I suppose I would not have been so apt to rudeness if someone hadn’t put a beetle in my soup two nights ago.

Legon’s anger subsided a bit. He had put a beetle in her soup two nights ago, and she did owe him for it. He took a moment to think about that night, reminiscing about bean soup flying across the dining room and Sasha screaming… Ah, it is the little things in life, he thought. He’d worried about what she would do for revenge ever since then.

Now that he was drenched and boasted a spectacular pain growing in his head, he didn’t have to worry anymore. He should have known better, though, when she had invited him on a breakfast picnic. Legon and Sasha often went on picnics together, and despite the fact that they liked to play jokes on one another, they were closer than twins. Sasha had brought the idea up to him last night, egging him on by questioning if he could get up in time. And like the idiot I am I gave her an opportunity.

Sasha smiled, glanced over her handiwork, gave a small giggle, and left the room with a slight skip in her step. Legon took a moment to get out of bed, then went to the dresser in the corner of the room and got out some dry clothes. He pulled on a pair of grey woolen pants, an off-white button-up shirt, and a pair of dingy socks. Last, he put on a pair of brown leather boots and went into the hall that connected his room with the rest of the house.

To his right was a railing and open space that looked down on the lower floor. To his left were closed doors leading to different rooms in the house. The first he passed was Sasha’s and then his parents’. The hallway was lit by the light coming from the kitchen below. He came to the staircase and made his way down the creaky wooden stairs into the kitchen. As he went down the stairs he smelled food cooking. He picked up his pace at once. Getting up would normally be a lengthy project this early in the morning, but one benefit of Sasha’s little prank was that he felt like he had already been awake for a few hours.

He walked into the large open room that was their kitchen, dining, and family room. A heavy wooden table stood in the center of the room. In the corner opposite the front door was a counter and cast iron stove, where Sasha stood. To the left of the stove and counter was the back door. On the wall next to it hung a small mirror with a copper frame. Legon stepped up to the mirror to make sure that he did not appear too beastly. Staring back at him was a teenage boy with short brown hair, dark green eyes, and a firm jawline. His skin was unusually smooth. He inspected his face with a look of disappointment, hoping to find the small pricks of a beard. I’m like a girl! I couldn’t grow a proper beard if my whole family’s life depended on it!

Sasha noticed him inspecting his face and chimed in, I like it that way, Legon. Your face reminds me of a little baby.

He could see her smirking in the mirror. You’re on a roll this morning, aren’t you?

She shrugged and went on packing for the picnic. Legon went to a cabinet under the staircase for blankets and two long buckskin tubes containing their hunting bows and arrows. Sasha was no hunter, but she was an excellent shot and they enjoyed practicing archery, shooting into the hillsides of the mountains.

She wrapped four pocket pies she’d made into a red-and-white-checked cloth, put the cloth into a wicker basket lined with a wool blanket, and wrapped the towel around the cloth. She then procured a dark green bottle of cider from a cabinet that was built into the lower part of the counter and turned to Legon.

Legon glanced down at the package wrapped tightly in the towel. Why did you wrap them in the towel and the cloth?

It’s chilly this morning. I don’t want the pies to be cold by the time we get up to the top of the hill, she replied.

Oh, good thinking, Sash. Let me grab your cloak and we can be off.

Legon went to the wall next to the front door where four black traveling cloaks hung on hooks. He put on his own, walked over to Sasha, and wrapped hers around her. Prepared for their outing, they stepped out the back door of the house and began to walk to the woods. The back of their house faced directly into the woods at the edge of town. As they walked out, they could see to their right the fenced-in paddock and an assortment of sheep, pigs, cattle, and the family’s horses. Other than the horses, the animals were mostly livestock that townsfolk had brought to be slaughtered in the family butcher shop. In the corner of the paddock was the shed where Legon and his father slaughtered and cleaned the animals. In most butcher shops, the shed would be attached to the main building, but Legon’s mother had complained about the smell. Since building a separate shed, they were able to make the previous slaughter space into two things beneficial to their business: a smoker and a large ice box. This gave them the ability to cure meat, and keep their stock of meat fresh for longer periods of time.

The morning air was crisp and sweet—perfect for a hike. They were able to walk straight into the woods, since the town of Salmont had no town wall. Instead, the city was surrounded by a beautiful view of the woods and mountains.

They walked together into the woods and soon they were entirely surrounded by trees as they ascended a steep hill with tree roots jutting up randomly. The pines were small on this hill, but still far above their heads. Sticky sap ran from some of them, giving the forest a pungent smell that they could taste on their tongues. This hike would be difficult for most people in the predawn darkness, but Legon and Sasha had spent their whole lives playing in these woods, so the faint moonlight was more than enough for them to walk in. After about a half hour, they reached the top of a hill that overlooked the valley where they lived. The sun was just beginning to make itself known to the world as they rolled out a grey blanket on the soft turf and sat down. They took off their cloaks and put them across their laps, and Legon placed a blue blanket around their shoulders. He uncorked the bottle of cidar as Sasha began unwrapping the pocket pies.

Sash, did you remember to bring glasses? Legon asked, looking around for them.

Oh… she said, looking perplexed, I suppose those would be handy, wouldn’t they?

He chuckled. Yeah, they would. Oh well. We can just drink out of the bottle. Mom does not need to know.

That she does not.

Sasha had been right to wrap the pocket pies. It was chilly this morning and the cloth and towel had kept the pies hot. Legon looked down at the four pies. Three of them were made with eggs, bacon, onion, and cheese, and he knew the fourth would be fruit-filled.

Sash, did you make enough? There’s only three breakfast ones here.

She looked down at the food. Yes, I think so… there are two for you, one for me, and a strawberry one that we can split.

You’re just going to have one? I can split the third with you; I don’t mind, he said sincerely.

No, that’s fine. I only need one.

Oh come on, you’ll be hungry by ten if you just have one, he said as if he were pointing out the obvious, which he was. One pie was nowhere near enough.

Sasha laughed. I’m not a bottomless pit like you, brother. I can eat one and be full, whereas I don’t think I could make enough to ever sate your appetite.

A smile crossed his face. When he thought about it, he had to admit that he did eat a lot. He was large to be sure, but not fat. He was all muscle, but even for his size he ate a ton. He remembered once going over to Kovos’ house for dinner. Kovos’ older brother was supposed to be visiting with his wife, but had been unable to make it. By the time the family found out that their oldest son was not going to be there, Kovos’ mom had already made an enormous dinner. Legon remembered with some satisfaction the looks on their faces as he went for a fourth helping.

Now, sitting on the top of the hill with his sister, he thought that maybe he did eat too much. Or perhaps the rest of the world didn’t eat enough. That sounded right.

Sasha and Legon sat enjoying the pies and cider together as they watched the sun rise. The pies were incredible. It seemed that everything Sasha touched tasted fantastic. Legon had finished both of his by the time Sasha was done with her pie. They drank from the bottle of cold cider, which was sweet and delicious with the pies. Sasha leaned over the basket and uncovered the last one.

She had saved the best for last. It was filled with sliced strawberries in sticky syrup, which covered their fingers with sugary goodness. Legon wished there was another when he finished his half of the pie. He was sure to tell Sasha what an incredible cook she was, and that it was possible that no one in Airmelia could compare to her, which made her smile.

They talked about how much they liked the early spring and how beautiful all the new life was in the reddish orange sunlight. There were thin clouds in the sky that were turning from dark blues and purples to pink and orange. They looked out over the small town where they lived. It appeared peaceful and serene, bathed in soft colors. The town sat in a valley with tall mountains on all sides. Their town was surrounded by fields, which was strange for a town in Airmelia; most towns had large stone walls and keeps in the center of town. This was done for many reasons, the most obvious of which was to discourage bands of robbers from trying to loot the town, and to give people a general sense of safety. There had not been a full-on war since the Queen came into power almost fifty years ago, but many towns still kept the walls intact. Most towns could not withstand an attack from a large force, but even small villages had stockade fences surrounding the village proper. However, this was not the case for Salmont.

The townspeople were not amazing fighters, but Salmont was remote and the people lazy. Salmont was in the middle of the Empire and surrounded by mountains; most people didn’t even know that it existed. The town had no exports and was not a center of trade. This meant that robbers were not apt to come because the pickings were too slim and the mountain passes restricted the routes they could take.

Legon thought that he lived in the most boring and uneventful town in all of Airmelia. Even the name of our town is boring, he told Sasha one day. We live in the Salez territory so we get ‘Sal’, and in a mountain valley so we get ‘mont’—Salmont, he said with a shrug.

Now they could see the town from above. It was disorganized, and from on high the streets looked like a big maze. In the center were the old remains of a stockade fence where the town had started. The only strong building was the keep.

The keep was two stories high and made of dingy grey stone. It was a large building and looked almost like a warehouse. Above it flew a black banner with a silver crescent moon curling around a many-pointed star, beside which were three long waving lines. The moon and star were the symbol of the Iumenta Lord Sodomis who was over Salez; the three lines represented Regent Kooth, who was the human in charge of this part of Lord Sodomis’ territory. Kooth was over five towns and ten villages. The town hadn’t been visited in years by either Kooth or Sodomis, but their tax collectors were sure to visit every year, along with the occasional soldier patrol that kept the passes and roads safe from robbers, so the townspeople flew the banner.

They were enjoying the warm sunlight on their faces, when all of a sudden Legon noticed that there was something wrong with Sasha. Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head, her face contorted, and her whole body became rigid. She’s having an episode! he thought, panicked.

One moment Sasha was lying on the blanket thrashing and twitching, the next she was off the blanket, convulsing on the turf. He ran around behind her and wrapped his arms around her so she would not roll away and get hurt in the bushes or brambles. He was used to these episodes, but that did not make them any less scary. Fear was tearing through him as he struggled to hold on to her.

Come on, you’re okay, you’re okay Sash. Come back to me, you’re okay, he said again and again, trying to keep his voice soft and reassuring.

She was making a horrible gurgling noise and he was worried that she was going to throw up, which sometimes happened. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, Sasha began to calm. Her breathing became steady and her body relaxed, and she soon fell asleep. Legon was still lying behind her with his arms wrapped tight around her; they both were covered in sweat and trembling. There was a slight metallic taste in his mouth, and he realized that he had bitten his tongue.

He had done this many times before; some of his first memories were of Sasha’s episodes. He could remember sitting next to her bed as a boy, holding her hand while she slept after having a particularly severe one. This was one of the things that made them so close; Legon never left her side, and caring for her made him love her more.

He held her, willing her to wake. Her hair tickled his nose. He sniffed back a sneeze and breathed in the scent of her hair, which calmed him. The trivial problem of wanting to sneeze and noticing what her hair smelled like was welcome; it meant that the episode was over. He wasn’t sure how, but he knew when they were over, knew when no more tremors would rock her body. He always noticed something mundane like the scent of her hair or that one of his socks had a hole in it. After a bit Sasha’s eyes opened.

Where… where am I? she asked. It was common for her to have a hard time remembering what she had been doing before an episode.

When he spoke, he tried to speak softly; tried not to show the overwhelming relief that he felt. On top of the hill, having a picnic.

She was silent for a bit, almost like her mind was catching itself up to the present.

Oh, now I remember. Why am I covered in dirt, and why are you holding… she trailed off as she realized what just happened.

I had another episode, didn’t I? her voice was full of fear and sadness. He knew if he could see her face there would be an expression of worry on it.

Yes.

They sat up, and Sasha stared at him. He could see her eyes filling with tears that began to roll down her cheeks.

Why? she sobbed. Why does this happen to me?

She buried her head in the crook of his neck and he felt her hot tears soak his shirt. He did not answer her questions; they were not meant to be answered. Legon kissed the top of her head and now tears welled in his own eyes. Why did she suffer like this? Was there some purpose to it? He didn’t know, and he didn’t share these feelings with her. She needed him to be strong, to be a protector. They both needed him to be that.

I wish I could take this from you… I would do anything to make it stop… I would take it on myself if I could. His voice sounded choked.

I know you would. Her tone turned bitter. But then you would be a freak like me.

Legon gently moved her back so he could

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  • (4/5)
    Long story short, this is a simplified copy of the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan. It's pretty well-written, but there were too many parallels for me; one WoT series is enough for my lifetime.
  • (3/5)
    This review is on the Kindle edition of Legon Awakening: Book One in the Legon Series by Nicholas TaylorAt times I wish I could give separate reviews on grammar and story but as I can't my over all review is mixed. The story captivated me. It was a "read until your done" book for me. The ending left me wanting more so I read the second book immediately after. The grammatical state of the book was a mess. It distracted from the story as I was constantly trying to figure out what the author meant. I would hope that the author corrected all of the grammatical errors by for hard print.
  • (2/5)
    This book was lent to me by a friend and I have very mixed feelings about it. Had I been reading from a physical copy that I'd purchased I'd have been sending a very annoyed letter to the publisher right now. However I've no idea if all the grammer, punctuation, and spelling mistakes in the ebook version were also in the printed version. The strength of the characters and story telling are the only reasons I continued to read when the editing mistakes became a constant distraction. Somewhere at the publishing company this book fell through a really big crack. I won't be purchasing my own copy and I'd think twice before I attempt further books in this series.
  • (3/5)
    This book starts out well, almost crashes and burns at the end. The whole way the story is built in the last half of the novel is so half assed and generic that it took a lot away from this book. The Amazon version I had also had an unacceptable amount of typos which included, no capitalization of words following periods, blatant misspelling of epilogue and other words. There were so prevalent it took me out of the book several times. This book was free though so you can't go wrong with the price. I was interested enough to read the second one, but the price is 4.99, while I would only pay a buck for a book of this caliber.