Category: Fantasy Type: Fiction
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The tale of Trent Albinus Bartholomew 3rd continues. As he and his friends journey to find the black key.
Trent and his allies have left the safety of the kingdom of Taren and now journey into the Outland in search of the black key. The Outland is a place were scoundrels and rogues run amok, people battle to the death for sport, and even the seemingly harmless locals can't be trusted not to slit your throat.
Trent, Jenko and Lily will need their wits about them if they are to survive. The crowned city they are from might as well be a different world compared to the Outland. The rules are different and ever changing. And if you can't learn fast you won't live long.
They might not be knights yet but they're on a mission of great importance. While the secrets of the black key remain a mysterious to a select few. The power that it might hold is too dangerous just to let anyone get their hands on it.
Join Trent and his friends as he continues his journey and witness his tale unfold, these are his story, his chronicles.
Excerpt
Smoke rolled off the campfire into the night sky. Shadows danced along the ground as metal clashed against metal. The white blade of my pale sword caught the blade of Jenko’s Midnight. A blade that was as dark as its name. The glow from the fire cast itself on Jenko’s face. Revealing his reddish golden hair, fair skin and athletic build.
In comparison to him I still looked scrawny despite the slight increase in muscle.
My hair was dark, growing out wildly. It was still short but wasn’t as neat as it once was. Outside of the glow of the fire I was harder to spot thanks to my dark skin. Save for my silver eyes, it wasn’t easy to track exactly where I was.
“Well Al-bin-pus. You ready to concede.” Jenko spoke with an odd snarl at the end.
“My name is Trent. With what little you have for brains. I know it’s hard for you to remember but at least try to.”
Jenko smirked, responding to my comment by moving Midnight along the length of my sword.
He pulled his arm down attempting to strike my left leg. I jumped back just before Midnight struck the ground. Jenko leapt after me slashing the air in front of him. CLANG. Metal against metal. Jenko slashed at me again, this time going for my right shoulder.
Turning my blade to the side I deflected Jenko’s slash holding him steady. He moved his free hand placing it against my chest. I felt the surge of magic as it spread across his hand and through my chest. My body rocketed backward. Air was forced out of my stomach. And I hit the ground with a hard crash.
Showing no sign of letting up Jenko aimed his hand at me. His palm and fingers pointed toward me.
“Dancing spark. Entertain me with joyous clamor. And ardent fiery.”
A number of fireballs appeared around Jenko like wisps. Within seconds after they appeared they flew at me one after the other. Stumbling to my feet I managed to get up avoiding the first one. A swing from my sword took out the second. Sadly I left myself opening getting my shoulder singed by the third.
I ducked avoiding the next flame, then rolled forward going into a kneeling position then rotated my upper body toward Jenko. With a quick wave of my hand as I turned I began my incantation.
“Like the sound of a whistle, silent and sudden. Blow past what stands before me.”
A wave of wind whipped forward kicking up dust as the wind negated Jenko’s flames. At that moment I felt proud of myself. I was truly improving as a warrior at this rate I would be…hmmm it seems I was forgetting something…suddenly footsteps rushed toward me on the left. So I raised my sword ready to defend myself.
Lily emerged from the dust cloud, once she did I took a step back. Somehow I had completely forgotten that she was here. Odd considering how I felt about her. Even more so considering that my feelings were of no importance at the moment.
Lily’s grip of her blade was tight, she came in from my left, my eyes traced her movement in the dark. Yet I wasn’t fully prepared for her attack. She came in high so I raised my blade in defense.
I could feel the force of her slash through my arms and knees which bent ever so slightly. Seeing the issue at hand I immediately started moving her blade to the side by twisting my upper body to the right. Our swords moved over, my white blade slid across her sword. Sparks flew about but I ignored them.
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