Prince of Slaves: Chapter 10

Listross’s dark, rage-filled eyes turned to Eppra. He tightened his grip on his sword. “You little-!” The door to the manor house flew open and Grink ran to Listross, his right hand man at his side. “Prince. From what my men and I can tell, battle between us and the Ferronians started at the Rigor farm. News started coming this way. We subdued the blacksmith and his family before he awoke, but, as you can hear, they’re almost here.” “To arms!” Listross pointed his weapon towards the door as seven men from the city pushed into the room, engaging all the Tavalaskian men. Listross took a step back as he parried a blow to his torso. He nearly tripped over Magistrate Ossillion in the process.

Prince of Slaves: Chapter 9

Listross’s stern eyes flashed between Emmya and Eppra. “Fine.” He drew his weapon. “Come men, let’s go take this city. We’ll enslave the Ferronians as they’ve enslaved us.” Eppra let out the breath she was holding and gave Listross a small smile. “Thank you.” “Bolfreed, take Emmya to Tales, and make sure she stays there. The rest of you, grab a weapon. When we go in, we will make a point to not kill. If the Ferronians resist, bind them. Flouth, grab the rope.” “Got it, Prince.” “But Daddy!” Bolfreed hoisted Emmya as she reached towards Listross. Listross turned his back as Bolfreed started jogging off. “I love you, Emmya. Just stay with Tales. You’ll be fine” Grink strode over and pointed at Eppra. “Your family lords over this town, correct?” Eppra gave a single nod. “Then, Prince Listross, I suggest you select three others to march with you to take that house. It’ll be a sign of power. Have the rest of the men position themselves in the city.” “If you’re breaking into teams, I’d send one to the blacksmith, one to the innkeeper, and one to the Rigor Farm. They have the most renown in town, that is, besides my father.” “Grink, take the blacksmith. Flouth, the innkeeper. Rawruin, the farm.” “Yes, Prince,” the three men saluted in unison. Listross thrust his blade into the air before marching. Eppra led her horse by his side through the forest to the city.

Prince of Slaves: Chapter 8

Listross turned back to her, brow furrowed deep. “You really want to help?” Eppra nodded, meeting Listross’s eyes with boldness. “Then this is what I want from you.” Listross sheathed his weapon. “Go. Take your horse and ride back to those men. Tell them there’s nothing this way and convince them to ride back into the city. After the moon has risen and candles are blown out, take the weapons your village has and bring them here. Bolfreed will be trailing you, and if you stray, his arrow won’t.” Eppra slowly nodded. “It will be done.” “Let her go, Thyrin.” Thyrin gave Listross a concerned look, but let her go. Immediately, Eppra took her horse’s reins and skillfully mounted. Thyrin watched her and whispered to Listross. “Are you actually going to trust her?” Listross glanced at Thyrin, and held up his finger. Eppra looked back at the group. “Everything will be done as you asked, but I ask that you look favorably on me and my town.”

Prince of Slaves: Chapter 7

“I know it will be difficult to keep the children quiet, but we must.” Listross looked over his following, scanning the crowd. “Thankfully there are plenty of trees in the area to hide us, but we are only about three hours from the village. We will attack at night. By this time tomorrow, I hope to see everyone settling down in homes by fireplaces just as you all deserve.” Flouth, who stood at the back of the group, applauded softly and the rest followed. “Let’s try to avoid a fire tonight and eat our meal cold. We don’t want the smoke drawing unwanted attention.” “Yes, Prince,” Wanetha stood and started emptying various food items from the cart, commanding some of the other women to chop and slice. “Those of you needing to learn to read and write, please meet over there, and I’ll be with you in a moment.” Thyrin and the majority of the slaves that were new chattered excitedly amongst themselves. Listross smiled and waved as they passed by.

Prince of Slaves: Chapter 6

Grink and Listross sat at a small table that they acquired from their latest endeavor. They had managed to free a group of Tavalaskians on an onion farm. Thyrin and the men from his vineyard joined in the fray against the Ferronians and fought well. Unfortunately, instead of celebrating the victory, Listross had to have Flouth consol those from the vineyard. Killing those who were evil was not evil, but bringing justice. To Listross’s surprise, Thyrin didn’t take the battle as difficult as the rest of his men and was taking inventory of the new supplies. “This last battle was easy because we surprised the Ferronians and highly outnumbered them.” Grink sipped a cup of tea. “But you see, the more farms we attack, the more farms we free, the more upset we make Yurn, King of the Ferronians. We should soon expect more soldiers to be out searching for us and for the plantations to be more heavily armored.”

NaNoWriMo Day 9 Review

Not to shabby today. Even with the wedding, I managed to write about 300 words. I started working on Chapter 6 for Prince of Slaves! It's turning into something a bit different than I had originally thought, but I still like it. Originally, I had planned to write shorter scenes for Prince of Slaves and... Continue Reading →

Prince of Slaves: Chapter 5

Listross hoisted Emmya off his shoulders and set her down on the grass. “You’re getting a little big for this. I can’t believe you’ll be five next week.” “Daddy?” Emmya took his hand and walked next to him. Over the past few days, they traveled slow. Some god must have found favor with Listross and had preserved the map from the flames that took the manor house. They used it to avoid any cities or large plantations but did plan to make another raid soon. Grink had suggested they try to acquire more men to find greater favor with the ruler of Sholance. On top of that, Listross knew he needed rest. The wound on his arm had already opened up once from trying to do too much. He was in no condition to battle. “Yes, dear?” Listross rubbed the back of his neck and scanned over the group of Tavalskians in front of him. “I don’t want another extra potato for my birthday this year.” Listross smiled. “What do you want?” Emmya stopped walking and looked down. “I want mama to come back.”

Prince of Slaves: Chapter 4

“Sire!” Grink stormed into the house. Listross yawned and rubbed his eyes. He had fallen asleep on the couch reading to Emmya. They had traveled all night to get back. Thyrin and his group had taken both wagons their old master had owned and loaded them with supplies. Thryrin argued a bit about his group having to move into the barn, but when he saw the size of the manor house, he conceded. “Listross, wake up.” Grink frowned at him. “Someone’s coming.” Listross sat up, alert. “Who?” “Not quite sure, but Bolfreed and I were scouting, and saw them in the distance.” “Them? Go get a closer look, but don’t get caught.” “Understood.” Grink spun and left, leaving the house to be quiet once more.

P.o.S Chapter 3

Listross hugged Emmya tight. “I should be back in a few days.” “Please don’t go, Daddy.” She clung onto his arm. “You know I must. Now be good for Flouth while I’m gone.” Listross picked Emmya up and tightly hugged her. He felt the soft tug of her curls untangling from his beard as he handed her to Flouth. “We’ll have fun!” Flouth hoisted her into the air, caught her, and rubbed his large nose on her belly. Emmya simultaneously giggled and groaned. Listross patted Flouth’s shoulder. “Thank you.” Flouth shrugged. His long hair swayed in the breeze. “It’s an honor, Prince. Now go so you’ll actually arrive before sunrise.” Listross kissed Emmya’s button nose and pink lips. He leaned in close and whispered goodbye in her ear. Adjusting the pack on his shoulder, he set out east towards the next farm.

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