A strange and deadly plague, lethal to the Human kindred of New Sylestia, has taken hold in the coastal city of Fairport. While the Militia Commander Velyxi fights alongside the local magistrate to keep the vulnerable seaport quarantined amidst panic and internal forces, her daughter Lorewyn, a young and somewhat unseasoned Elven archer, along with Rhianyn and Shyntiel sail west across the ocean in hopes of finding the distant and mysterious Crown Islands, and the only hope for a cure. The mysteries lie fathoms deep, however, as the islands have the potential to not only heal an endangered realm, but also reveal a very dark secret from the past, one that Lorewyn’s own people would prefer to remain kept secret!
Set two centuries before the events of Two Flew at Midnight and Knights of the Faerie Blade, this new maritime adventure in the Cordysian Chronicles series offers another exciting chapter of Lorewyn’s life and times, as she and others must contend with the Castaways of the Crown Islands!
One by one the rest of the Watch followed suit. A moment later, there were only discarded weapons at the feet of the women. Velyxi was still standing where she was, keeping the shield in place, protecting the outer ward from the affliction in the inner ward and preventing infected people from leaving the city. Ophyria was still being supported by the younger women around her. She just looked at Deleryn firmly.
“Not on our watch,” she whispered, and then lost consciousness.
The women continued to hold her up. Deleryn just glared at them and walked away. The fire continued into the evening, but by midnight it had been put out, thanks to the work of the Watch and volunteers who got the tanks over to the gatehouse and used the water to extinguish the flames. The gatehouse was in ruins, as well as a few of the nearby buildings. But the wall was still intact. And no one had died from the fire.
Through the night, Velyxi kept vigil, standing in the street, holding the Steward’s Blade aloft, directing every ounce of energy she could into keeping the shield up. The group of women continued to stand around her, protecting her, making sure that no one came near to disturb her, that no member of the Watch approached to arrest her… and indeed none did. Even as Ophyria took her final breaths and was laid down on the ground eventually by the women who had held her up, the circle remained unbroken, and even as some of the women wept in the street that night over Ophyria’s dead body, they stood there until dawn protecting the Steward, Velyxi’s glowing sword shining like a beacon in their midst.
And the shield held. And the people of Fairport’s outer ward remained safe.
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Translated by Andrea Navas C.
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