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The King Is Dead

by Al Burke

Genre: Epic Fantasy

Etruvia has known peace for twenty years. But this time of peace has
brought corruption and greed. The nobility has taken control, and the
memories of great victories of old have faded. Crime is rife and the
once proud people are little more than peasants. As a great evil
rises in the desolate north, can a forgotten king and an embittered
former war hero wake a nation from its stupor and build an army
strong enough to give it a fighting chance?

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“Come on, Peter,” said Sally. “Take me there. You’re not scared, are you?” She

gave him her most mocking smile.

Peter knew the legends of the barren lands to the north of the forest, but they

were only legends. The only people who claimed to still see creatures

wandering

the Waste were the occasional sots, and the odds of a drunk even capable of

walking that far were slim at best. Still, the forest was tricky, and though he

knew his way well enough, it was easy to get lost, even for a woodcutter such

himself. With night settling in soon, Peter thought it unwise to venture to the

other side at this hour.

Sally liked Peter. Granted, Sally liked all the boys, but she seemed to like

Peter more so, maybe drawn to his prospects. He had finished his

apprenticeship

earlier than his peers and had a mature head on his shoulders. But maybe she

was just testing him like she had tested many others before him. His wise self

though better of trips through the forest in the dark, but when did a 16-year-old

boy in love ever listen to wisdom?

Peter made sure to follow the logging paths, but the night darkened in a hurry

the deeper they advanced into the forest. “Perhaps we should stop and spend

the

night here,” suggested Peter as it became harder to follow the trail. “It’s hard to

even see the stars, and we could end up walking in a circle.”

“Scared,” said Sally in that infuriating, mocking tone of hers. Infuriating, yes,

but it also drove all the boys crazy, and Peter was hardly immune to her wiles.

“We’ll be able to see the sky again soon, and I heard the wasteland is beautiful

night. I promise you a kiss if you take me all the way.”

How could Peter say no? None of his friends had even gotten to kiss Sally,

despite their protestations to the contrary. With a sigh, knowing this was going

be more trouble than it was worth, Peter continued. The forest was a sight to

behold at night, but it was eerily quiet, with the usual sounds of nocturnal

feeders absent. If Peter were alone, this would have spooked him more, as he

could travel silently as the need required. Sally, however, was unused to the

forest, having learnt the ropes of being a merchant from her father―knowing

your way around woods was not a requirement. While she would no doubt

profit

from this as they grew older, right now she charged through the forest like a

bull

in heat and created a din that would likely scare half the forest’s denizens into

going hungry this night.

Peter was reassured when he finally heard some rustling in the bushes, but as

they walked, it sounded like something bigger than what typically inhabited

these woods. “Shhh,” he cautioned. “I think something is tracking us in the

bushes.”

“Oh, it’s probably just a badger,” replied Sally.

“Then it’s a big badger,” Peter retorted, “and one that we should be wary of.

There isn’t another sound in the woods. Listen! Not an owl, not even cricket.”

“They’re probably just scared of us, which is ironic, as a big, brave woodsman

like you seems to be scared of them. Wait until I tell everyone back at the

village,” she said as she raced off deeper into the forest.

Peter sighed again. Her jibe had stung, but Peter was becoming concerned

with the prospect of whatever may be in the bushes. He had heard of creatures

such as wolves and bears that lived in other parts of Etruvia, but none had

been

heard of in these parts for hundreds of years. Badgers and foxes were as

predatory as the local wildlife got, and even they steered clear of the villagers.

The forest suddenly erupted into a cacophony of sounds. The first was a

strange clicking sound, which was followed by a chilling scream that could only

have come from Sally. Peter threw caution to the wind and raced in the

direction

of the noises, half expecting to see Sally rolling around on the ground laughing,

having played her finest practical joke on Peter. Sadly, it was not to be the

case.

Peter burst into a clearing, where a frightening spider-like creature, easily the

size of an ox, had speared Sally on a sword-like leg and was in the process of

tearing her open from belly to neck. Peter quickly looked for a weapon, but the

spider-thing spotted him. It made to attack him too, but a strange drumming

noise distracted the creature, and it vanished in a whirr of legs into the brush,

leaving Peter to collapse, vomiting up the contents of his stomach and

screaming

at the loss of Sally.

Alwas born in Dublin, Ireland, but moved to Vancouver, Canada in 2009
with his wife and baby daughter. Now the proud (and active) father of
two children, Al pays the bills by working in his local library. Al
is the author of The King is Dead, an epic fantasy novel recently
published by Bella Tulip Publishing. With his first novel under his
belt, Al plans to release at least one more in 2017, including a
series of short stories.

Al's favourite genres are fantasy, science fiction and horror.

Al is a huge fan of mythology, and his future works will incorporate
different legends.

Al has a degree in Philosophy, with particular interest in Morality and
Philosophies of Freedom.

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