Sword from the Sky

  AFTERWORD

  Thank you for purchasing Sword from the Sky, Book I: The Blade School of Daví. I do hope that it entertained you.

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  The Endless Night: Book II of Sword from the Sky

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  PROLOGUE

  “WILL I BE QUEEN SOON?” a young girl’s voice said.

  “All in good time,” another female voice, much older and reprehensive, said.

  “But it has been so long.”

  “You never did like waiting.”

  There was a sound of hair being brushed, like someone grooming a prize horse.

  “You promised me I would be heir to the land soon,” the young voice continued.

  “I promised a lot of things, and I always keep my promises.”

  The girl smiled. “Speaking of the queen, where is she?”

  “The queen has gone out.”

  A pause in the darkness.

  “To find the astrahli?”

  The older voice swallowed, hesitating for a second. “Yes, Senah. She went for him.”

  The brushing of hair continued as an elegant hand, adorned with armored gauntlets covered in emeralds, swayed back and forth, gently brushing a mane of pure white-blonde hair that glistened in the lowly lit ambience of the cavelike dwelling. The fair hair belonged to a young girl whose eyes glittered like ivory jewels in a sea of milk. Every now and then, a sparkle would skip along the center of the girl’s left iris.

  “Dear aunty?”

  “Yes, Senah?” the woman said as she revealed her long jet-black hair and dazzling green eyes.

  “Why all the incessant grooming?”

  “You’re to be at your very best if you wish to win the hearts of the people of the land,” Vahla said. Her emerald armor glowed in the bath of orange given out by a small fire flickering away near the corner of the cave. “You’re to attract all of their focus, all of their attention. Otherwise, my message will be lost.”

  “And what is your message, dear aunty?” Senah said.

  “You are my message,” Vahla said.

  Senah’s fourteen-year-old face was as fair as snow. It was a perfectly symmetrical face with thin features, modelesque. Her long neck elegantly protruded from her immaculate white armor. Ivory pearls accented her breastplate with platinum trimmings running down her shoulders and neck. “What should I do for you, Vahla?”

  “Go to all the cities and speak to the people.”

  “To what end?”

  “You must grow our army, dear Senah.”

  “Not to worry, aunty. I will grow them like a virus.”

  “That’s a good child,” Vahla said as she kept brushing Senah’s hair.

  Behind them was a throne encrusted with jewels, lined with silks and linens, too small for an adult to use. It was Senah’s throne, where she kept herself, waiting for the right time to reveal her presence to all of the peoples of Esterra.

  “And after I have grown our legions?” Senah said. “What then?”

  “You’ll go after the boy. You’re the only one that can stop him.”

  “But what of the queen?”

  “The queen cannot do this herself,” Vahla said, setting the brush down and gently rubbing Senah’s face with a lotion that smelled of fresh roses. “It must be done by one of his own kind. But remember, keep that a secret for now.”

  Senah understood what her aunt meant. She smirked as if she had secrets of her own that she had deceptively hidden from Vahla, secrets that she didn’t want her aunt to ever discover—that is, not until the time was right.

  “Don’t be gentle with him, sweet girl,” Vahla continued. “Remember, he’s the only one like you. He’s dangerous beyond all imaginings, and he cannot afford to reach the Light of the World. And though he is of your kind, you must be indifferent towards him, heartless. Don’t misunderstand me; you are to be nothing but kind to everyone you meet during your important mission—everyone except him.”

  Vahla’s words were music to Senah’s ears. “I will tear asunder what is left of his limbs.”

  “You better, Senah, for your sake.”

  “You must trust in me, aunty. You must believe in my power.”

  “I do.”

  “Good, for the land will soon see what I am capable of.”

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