The Lost: Age Of Magic - A Kurtherian Gambit Series (Tales of the Feisty Druid Book 5)

by Candy Crum

  They jumped up and ran toward the cave as the swirling clouds began to drop. Jenna and Aeris ran in opposite directions to stay with the fleeing crowd, but it did no good. The thin but powerful funnel cloud touched down and pulled several inside, including Jenna and Aeris.

  She took a deep breath, feeling the incredible energy sapping out of her. She dropped her hand, and the funnel cloud dispersed, throwing everyone inside in different directions.

  Arryn picked up a sword from the ground, praying to the Bitch she could make it to them. She first found Jenna and placed her foot on the dark druid’s neck. The girl was only barely alive at that point, but still lively enough to hear Arryn speak to her one last time.

  "You nearly took Cathillian from me that day outside the city. I've been waiting for this moment ever since," Arryn said, her voice icy.

  Jenna wrapped her hands around Arryn's boot as she tried to swallow and choked out between breaths, "You were never good enough for him, Arcadian."

  Arryn laughed as she bent to look her in the face, her foot still on the girl’s throat. "That's where you're wrong. He is everything I need, and I’m that for him, too. You never stood a chance, and you tried to kill him to prove it. This is for him—for my Cathillian."

  Arryn straightened again, lifting her boot and bringing it down hard to crush the woman's throat. Aeris, whose back had broken when he fell from the twister, screamed loudly as he saw his sister die and tried to drag himself to her. Arryn stood in his way.

  "And you!" Arryn exclaimed with bitterness and absolute hatred. "I wish I could kill you a thousand times. You are just as bad as Adrien. You spent a decade torturing my father. I would love to spend twice that repaying you for what you've done, but he taught me better than that. Alexander taught me better than that, too."

  He laid there crying as he stared at her.

  She sighed and shook her head. "I suppose only one death will have to suffice." And with that, she lifted the sword and brought it down on his neck, ending his life and her father's torture with it.

  Arryn heard someone screaming her name, and she turned to see her family running toward her. She took a few steps, smiling like a little kid before her eyes rolled back in her head and she dropped to her knees, unconscious.

  EPILOGUE

  Everyone had gathered around the firepit as they always did after a hard day. Arryn was still exhausted, even after sleeping the whole way back to the safest secluded parts of the Dark Forest. She yawned as she left her house and began the short walk to join them.

  "Need some company?" Cathillian asked before pinning her against a tree and placing his hands gently on either side of her face as he kissed her.

  She moaned a little as she returned the kiss, wrapping her arms around him and hauling him even closer. After a few moments, he pulled away and exhaled heavily. "Wow. I wasn't expecting all that."

  She smiled. "Well, I'm just glad to be back and have the opportunity."

  He quirked an eyebrow at her. "What? That almost sounds like you like me."

  She shrugged. "Maybe just a little."

  “Mmhmm. Let’s not forget, the moment you saw me you wrapped your arms around me and called me your Cathillian. I sure won’t forget it.”

  She rolled her eyes. “I was delirious and half-conscious. And trust me, I know you won’t ever forget it.”

  Cathillian looked at her incredulously.

  She sighed. “Okay, okay, so I might have called you ‘my Cathillian’ just before I killed Jenna. Clearly, I was dreaming about it.”

  He smiled and kissed her again. “Boy, look at you. So clingy. Gross!”

  She pinched his side, and they both laughed. Pulling away, she groaned at the loss of the heat and comfort in his eyes, and pouted at him for good measure. He extended his hand, and though she took it, she didn't seem happy about it.

  "I just want to go back to sleep," she said.

  "Well, I wasn't going to tell you, but we have a surprise," he said with a smile. “And maybe afterward I’ll give you a massage.”

  Her left brow raised as she looked at him with curiosity. "You had me at surprise, but massage? Absolutely.”

  He gave an exaggerated nod. "You've been asleep for the past three days, and the Chieftain and my mother have both been working on your father. Zoe has as well. He still has a long way to go, but he wants to see you."

  Arryn's eyes lit up and a smile spread across her face. She had wanted to see her father for the last few days, but he hadn’t been ready for her.

  He had felt embarrassed that he couldn't keep his mind straight, and now all he wanted in the world was to have a coherent conversation with his daughter.

  He had asked the Chieftain to help him get better. He wanted to look at his daughter and see who she had become, not the little girl he still saw because his mind had been frozen in time.

  And Christopher wanted her to see her real father, not the mess he had been with the dark druids.

  He still didn't understand exactly how he had managed to be lucid the day she had freed them, but everyone guessed it was from the spike of adrenaline caused by laying his eyes on his baby girl—a daughter he hadn’t even been sure was alive any longer.

  Cathillian nodded. "I've been hanging out with him, and he's an amazing guy. You know, I never imagined meeting someone who loves his family as much as we do here, but he sure as hell does. After all this time, your dad's back."

  She sighed, smiling. "Does this mean I have to quit telling dick jokes?"

  Cathillian laughed. "No, it's fine. I've already prepared him a bit. I told him what you did with Chippy and Nutty. He seems to think you're hilarious.” He sighed and shook his head. “I don't know why. You’re just mean."

  She chuckled and playfully punched him in the arm. "Wouldn't it be funny if I got that quality from him? I bet a lot of my sense of humor came from him. This could be great."

  He groaned. "Great indeed. Now I'll have two of you instructing the squirrels to fill my house with nuts."

  Arryn saw her father at the firepit talking to the Chieftain and Elysia. He stood so much taller now. His hair had been cut, and he had shaved. He looked just as he had years ago.

  "Dad?" Arryn said cautiously.

  Christopher turned to her, his eyes almost twinkling in the firelight as his smile grew. He rushed to his daughter and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly.

  "You are everything your mother and I hoped for. I couldn't have specified anyone better if I had tried. I love you so much," he said, tears in his voice.

  She breathed through her own emotion and when she inhaled, he smelled just like he used to when he hugged her. He smelled like home, somehow exactly the same, and it brought on a wave of emotion she wasn't sure she was ready for. She welcomed it anyway.

  "I love you too, and I'm so happy to have you back. Welcome home," she said, feeling an overwhelming sense of peace for the first time in a long time. Everything was exactly as it should be—minus the impending war, of course.

  She pulled away, and wiped away her tears, turning to look at the Chieftain and Elysia. "I know I should be the last person in the world to want to talk about this right now, and really, I am. But it doesn't change the fact that it needs to be discussed. Alaric and Jerick got away, and so did most of the dark druids. How are we going to deal with this?"

  "Maybe we can help with that," a young woman said from behind them as another one climbed down from her back.

  Everyone jumped into a defensive position and each woman lifted her hands in the air, signaling peace.

  "Who are you, and what do you want?" the Chieftain asked.

  The one who had been carrying what was obviously her twin sister smiled. "I'm Bast, and this is Cleo. Long story short, we come from far away, and when we reached Arcadia, we met Amelia. She said we needed to come here and ask someone named Arryn for help."

  "She also said to mention that I damn near died saving a rearick named Ren, and you guys know him," Cleo said.


  Arryn looked at Samuel , who had started paying close attention after that name was mentioned. Ren was one of his close friends, and Cathillian had spent quite a bit of time healing Ren and his men after they were attacked by remnant.

  Arryn took several steps forward, separating herself from the crowd. "I'm Arryn. Amelia sent you to me?"

  Cleo nodded. "She said you have a war brewing just now, and that we should hang out in Arcadia and wait until it passed." She smiled as she looked at her sister and back at Arryn with confidence. "I told her, ‘Fuck that!’ We need your help, but I'm sure as hell not gonna ask for it if I don't offer you something in return."

  Arryn's eyes narrowed as she looked her over. She could see a few spots of blood on her shirt, though it didn't look terrible. "And what do you have to offer us?"

  "Like we said, we think we can help. Only thing is, I have a big gash from shoulder to rib that I need healed before we fight anyone. Your guard boys are out there on horses racing here right now. My sister not only jumped over your fancy little fence, but outran them on foot with me on her back, so I'm pretty sure we’re qualified. Interested?"

  A smile spread across Arryn's face as she looked over her shoulder. The Chieftain and Elysia both looked rather impressed, and they nodded.

  Arryn turned back and gazed at them speculatively, her arms crossed over her chest. "Sure. Let's see what ya got."

  FINIS

  Author Notes - Candy Crum

  Written November 17h, 2017

  Well, look at me! Forgetting to do author notes!

  Right now—well, until Steve reminded me about doing this important part!—I’m editing the first book in a BRAND NEW Age of Magic series! The author’s name is P.J. Cherubino, and I’m in love with the lead character, Astrid. I really think you guys will get into it. Plus, the book, well—said in Deuce Bigalow style—it’s a huge bitch! So, lots to enjoy.

  Other than that, I’m watching my three-year-old niece playing with my brand-new kitten.

  A bit about kitty: He is fucking adorable—a cute, chubby, fuzzy-as-hell, long-haired black kitten named Buford. I also call him Baby Boombalatti, after my much larger also black, also fuzzy, twenty-pound cat, whose real name is Korra, but I enjoy nicknames, in case you didn’t figure that out by reading about Monsieur Buttpuff (the snow rabbit) in book three.

  I love my tiny little black kitten, but I must say I’m not a fan of his murder-toes… He likes to use them to climb up my leg. *Screams*

  Back to the niece: She stayed the night with me last night, and she’s just precious. She’s also quite the trouble-maker (just like her mother). I watch her play now, and listen to how smart she is, and see how funny she is already, and all I can think is…

  “Oh, shit… It’s another Amanda… She’s going to be a master prankster, and I’m never going to feel safe again.”

  Her mother, my loving BABY sister, is the type who will drive thirty minutes out of the way to grease your door handles, or use her spare key to take something out of your house that you were supposed to be watching for her, so she can deviously watch you sweat a bit while thinking you lost it…

  I love my niece. BOTH of those girls. Aside from my boys, they are my absolute everything.

  And onto book stuff!

  Here it is, the start of Arc Two—which will only be two books, by the way. Then on to bigger stuff! I can’t believe that I started this journey back in March, and I just couldn’t wait to get the first one out. It was another four months that I had to wait to do it because the start of my series required the first Arc for Chris and Lee to wrap up, but look at us now!

  I have already outlined and started on the next book, and I am super excited about it.

  Oh! And speaking of excitement… It’s November 17th right now, twenty-five days post The Deceiver release date, and it’s STILL at 100% Five Star reviews…

  Uh—fuck yes! Thank you! I’m always grateful for the wonderful reviews that you guys leave, but seeing that all those reviews are positive just totally makes it all worth it.

  Speaking of those reviews—I always ask you a question and ask that you leave the answer in a review. It gives me an idea of who you are and what you’re like. Some of you I see responding consistently, and that’s awesome. I love the opportunity to read a little about you, too!

  So, last time, I asked if there was someone in your life that really pushed you toward your dream. I received a lot of replies and learned a lot of you had amazing support and love from family/friends, and I even learned what some of you aspired to be.

  *Opens The Deceiver Amazon page to name drop*

  - Kelly O’Donnell: I’m glad your granny supported you so much! They seem to have a way with it a lot of times, and its special for sure. You and I have talked a bit, and you are amazing—so I definitely think she would be proud. *winks*

  - Dan Coursen: Singing is awesome! I used to want to be a singer, too! When I told my grandmother, she tried to support it however she could. Like yours, my parents weren’t too supportive of it, but hey, it never stopped me! I’m glad that never stopped you either—even if neither one of us made a career out of it.

  And Finally, Pam Moore: Engineering school! That’s so awesome! Pam said, “My mother drove me to go to engineering school, which I did. Loved the field and retired from it. My dad helped me through school, and I was able to thank them both.” – That is just awesome.

  It’s shocking how many kids have to put themselves through school (and I don’t mean financially—that’s very common these days here in the States—but they have no emotional support). My oldest son is CONSTANTLY bringing me new things he drew/wrote in his comic books, and I keep telling him that I’m going to send him to art/film/graphics school one day. Whatever it is that he chooses out of those, I’ll find a way. Somehow, it’ll happen.

  He will never be the business school type. He will never be the management type. He’s an artist! Brandon has displayed interests in art, movies, video games (and their creation—his comic books are actually for his “game” he’s designing at eleven years old), and even robotics and architecture. So, I’m already expecting to spend a lot on either art school of some kind or engineering.

  Thanks so much for the reviews, please keep leaving them. Not only do they help the books (mine and others) but I truly do enjoy reading and learning about you guys, which is why I like to share things with you about myself as well!

  For your next question review assignment: What talents/dreams do your kiddos (or nieces/nephews/grandchildren/etc.) have, and do you have anything special you do to push them?

  Until next time! <3

  P.S. For your Amusement

  Bitch and Bastard…

  It has already begun! I heard a sweet, innocent “At Tandy” (Aunt Candy) from my niece… I turned to my left with a smile and proceed to nearly shit my pants. She’s holding a fake cockroach in her hand, not two inches from my face. Laughing maniacally, she just leaves it on the arm of my chair and walks away to return to the kitten.

  I screamed… like a bitch… Oh, goodness. No one judge me—but you can judge her if you want. She’s mean! She’s a toddler Arryn!

  Author Notes - Michael Anderle

  Written November 26, 2017

  First, thank you for not only reading this story, but making it through An Tandy’s Author Notes to read mine, as well.

  Right now, I’m riding in a car going from Dallas-Fort Worth, Texas to Las Vegas, Nevada. We might have made it fairly quickly, had that cop outside of Amarillo, Texas not pulled me over.

  I have to admit that I was driving for the first four hours, and had pretty much resigned myself to getting a ticket on such a long trip. Not because I wanted a ticket, but I knew I was going to be …uh… driving with the flow of traffic and when leaving that Buc-ee’s back in Roanoke, Tx it just felt like it was ‘my time,’ you know?

  It’s been a few years since I’ve received a ticket on the freeway for speeding and for whatever reason,
it felt like I was going to be culled from the herd (lots of Texas speak, here) and given the Texas DPS brand.

  I know, they call it a citation, but it is a ‘pay up’ notice for the local township.

  Now, I don’t know that I was speeding because I wasn’t paying attention to the speedometer when I noticed the occifer (yes, I spelled that incorrectly on purpose) come over from the other side of the highway and cross the median to turn around and speed up. Then passing the person behind me to grace me with his presence with great fanfare!

  You know, those ‘look at me – look at me!’ lights in red and blue no the top of his car?

 

  I really didn’t want to play with the occifer at all, so I provided the necessary documentation after a few ‘yes sirs’ and ‘no sirs’ and otherwise stayed quiet.

  Now, I have to answer to the court within two weeks. The court is FAR away from anywhere I live so that’s a major PITA. Time for me to figure out how to deal with citations that come from cities in the Texas panhandle.

  I’d preferred he scared me with a fake roach.

  For the record, I pulled WAY off the road, mostly into the grass so the officer wouldn’t be near the traffic when he got out of his vehicle.

  While I’m not happy with a ticket, DPS officers certainly deserve our respect for their efforts.

  The officer who desired a moment (or twenty) of my time was at least ten or more years my senior, and I’m fifty. I can’t imagine what he has seen in his career on the roads that might make me have problems sleeping at night.

  On another note, we are officially in the ‘November to December struggle.’ What I mean by this is we Indie authors / publishers are in between Thanksgiving and Christmas where the Traditional publishers are selling a serious amount of books.

  For us indies who don’t sell many paperbacks in stores (or practically none like us) we will be selling against the headwind of Christmas. Our ranks will go down as those authors with Traditional publishers go up and this steady headwind continues until about two weeks after Christmas day.