The Mission
Chapter 1 ~ an excerpt:
Madeh blew off another sigh and moved toward Tren, now surrounded by all five of the Mirii. Tren’s visions had come often upon their near six-week journey, and when it looked like his vision might turn violent, as it sometimes did and was known to happen quite frequently among the Aza, the Mirii would hold him down on shoulders, head and knees, keeping him from injury. As he reached his journey companions they made room for him at his hunt brother’s left side. He knelt beside Tren’s arm and met his sight, shivering briefly when their gazes met.
“Madeh! She’s—she’s gone west,” Tren moaned and blinked back tears, a bloody swelling on his temple from his fall just starting to appear. D’lonn, kneeling at his head, put his hand over it, his healing skills soon easing Tren’s hurt. Tren shook him off before he could finish and sat up, reaching out and grabbing their leader’s arm. “We—we must go back home. She calls us home,” Tren rushed, then grabbed Madeh’s hand from his knee. “Morannon—she—the First—I saw—I saw—”
“What? What was your Vision?” Garrett interjected before Madeh, his words edged with concern. Tren’s many dreams and visions had sometimes amused the five Mirii, but they’d also shown to be powerful, telling in their unexpected truth that the youngest Vondarii often blurted without thinking how his words might be heard and received by another.
“Did you see Rejat?” another asked and Tren nodded, reaching to grab that man’s hand.
“She—Morannon took her, they flew on the winds, but it was like the—the denna’kar’rak, Kellander’s way,” he said, using the Vondarii word closest to teleport. “She’s gone to the Sumarkh, and the Lii have called us.” He glanced up at his Lii, waiting patiently behind the Mirii. Tren nodded, receiving his mount’s silent words, then returned his gaze to Madeh. “We must go home. Now. The First Stallion has claimed Morannon, naming her as his Speaker and the Dancer Reborn,” he added, his blue eyes boring into his hunt brother’s.
Madeh felt a chill sweep over him, unexpectedly telling him Tren was well aware of how he privately thought of the woman the Mirii called Morgana. To the Vondarii she was Morannon, the Light One, the Dancer reborn in the flesh of an Outerland woman. But to Madeh she was his A’hala’jah, his spirit consort, no matter that a Kir-Latt had told him weeks back to put aside his physical desire as improper. In his private thoughts he still called her his A’hala’jah and desired to make her his real life consort.
He straightened, drawing Tren’s gaze. “Is she returned to Aza Drek'h?” he asked quickly in Vondarii, knowing the others still had trouble with their language.
Tren nodded, bringing his hands together, clasping them with a firm shake. “They are bad’din’nin’nee; united as one. You have to let her go,” he replied, his words sending Madeh to his feet, a tight scowl appearing on his face. “Madeh! She is claimed by the Others too!” Tren added but Madeh wasn't listening anymore. He ran to his Lii, nearly stumbling on the trail’s loose stones, anguish wrenching his heart, berating him for daring to presume Morannon could ever belong to him alone.
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This book is still in the process of being created. I have decided to post the first chapters in Lulu, like a serial book, in hopes my fans out there will help me stay focused, as until recently I've had too much chaotic distraction in my life, like most on this planet. So, yes, I need to hear from my fans some encouraging words, as well as a little financial donation now and then. So, if you are hungry for more of The Anarii Chronicles, please click on the link above and visit Lulu.com. And my deepest thanks in advance just for visiting my website!
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