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Left alone on the moon-planet Asner Major, Novice Warrior Mis’ka finds a lone survivor who is being pursued by pirates and a mighty Wizard. Should she help the mysterious survivor and jeopardise her chances of taking the test? And, can Mis’ka defeat the Magic of the powerful Ma’ji?
In the moment before she lost consciousness she realised that only a Ma’ji could do this to another living creature. Only a Ma’ji whose powers were strong. . .
The war between Credos and Nor’la has raged for generations. Warriors and soldiers, weapons and Magic all play their part in the struggle.
Novice Warrior Mis’ka owes her loyalty to the Warrior Code and to the Credos High Council. Passing her Rite of Ascension will secure her rightful place in the battle for victory. Mis’ka expects this test to be hard. In fact, she’s heard rumours at the Academy that many novices do not live through it. Nevertheless she is prepared. Or is she?
Left alone on the moon-planet Asner Major, she finds a lone survivor who is being pursued by pirates and a mighty Wizard. Should Mis’ka help the mysterious survivor and jeopardise her chances of taking the test? And, can Mis’ka defeat the Magic of the powerful Ma’ji?
Or, is this part of the test itself - to defend herself, protect the survivor, and elude his would be kidnappers? Mis’ka soon realises that there is more at stake here than a Warrior test. Not only has she uncovered a plot that will change the course of her world, she has been drawn into an irreversible fight to the death…
The force of the wind buffeted Mis’ka as she stepped close to the edge of the escarpment. The thinner atmosphere of the moon-planet made the rays more intense and the valley below baked in the harsh sun. The parched red earth shimmered with mirages and false hope of water. Dark clouds, gathering near the horizon, heralded the start of an ion storm.
For two days Mis’ka had survived the inhospitable environs of the moon-planet, Asner Major.
‘Now what?’ she asked, green eyes narrowed against the glare.
A small shuttlecraft dropped from the sky and veered straight towards Mis’ka, the only noise that of the wind sheer against the hull. Smoke billowed from its starboard engine but its port engine was gone; twisted metal and burnt wiring was all that remained. The hull of the vehicle was pockmarked from laser blasts, the blackened spots clearly visible but the insignia on the side and underbelly were unreadable.
It rocked to and fro and Mis’ka prepared to dive to the ground if it came too close but it lifted slightly at the last second and swerved over her head, air rushing past.
The shuttlecraft dipped and weaved then disappeared behind a rocky outcrop a few klicks across the escarpment’s plateau. A loud explosion followed and black smoke billowed upwards.
Mis’ka’s natural sense of curiosity made her want to investigate but her Warrior training made her hesitate. Was this part of the test? Would she fail if she went or fail if she ignored it? Either way, ultimately Mis’ka’s curiosity won. It wouldn’t be the first time in her fourteen summers it had gotten her into trouble.
She doubted if it would be the last.
As the wind increased, her long brown hair flew into her face, the charms woven into its tresses tinkling together. She took a moment to check her water canteen was attached to her belt and her knife was strapped to her right thigh. Beneath her fingers she could feel the thin leather straps that laced crisscross fashion up her thighs to prevent the material of her leggings from flapping. Her knee high boots were dirty and scuffed from walking in the harsh, dusty conditions. Like all Warriors, Mis’ka was dressed entirely in black.
Her cloak was tied in a bundle with a thin leather strap, her mini-pad and remaining flavion jerky pieces inside. She slung this over her shoulder and set out to investigate the crash but it soon became apparent that the rapid approach of the storm meant she’d need to find shelter first.
The ambush came hard and fast...