Taerak's Void

by M. R. Mathias

  Table of Contents

  Taerak's Void

  Fantastica, Book One

  Author Note

  Map of Narvoza

  Part I

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Part II

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty One

  Chapter Twenty Two

  Part III

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chapter Twenty Five

  Chapter Twenty Six

  Chapter Twenty Seven

  Chapter Twenty Eight

  Chapter Twenty Nine

  Sapphire of Souls - Preview

  The Previous Spring

  Part I - The Wilderkind

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Other titles by

  M. R. Mathias

  Taerak's Void

  Fantastica, Book One

  M. R. Mathias

  Copyright 2017 by Michael Robb Mathias Jr.

  All Rights Reserved

  Cover Artwork by:

  Jack Hoyle of T-Rex Studios

  Interior Artwork by:

  Gideon Deschain

  Special thanks to:

  Tim Marquitz for editing services

  John H. Carroll for formatting Services

  Author Note

  Fantastica was written a long time ago. So long ago, in fact, that I had forgotten about it for almost two decades. While going through my mother's house, after her death in early 2017, I came across a box containing this manuscript in longhand. It was written after The Wardstone Trilogy, but before I started writing The Legend of Vanx Malic. I estimate it will be at least four books, maybe five in all. Without any further yammering on my part, please enjoy book one. Book two should be available as soon as September 2017, and book three quite possibly before Christmas.

  Enjoy,

  M. R.Mathias

  Map of Narvoza

  Part I

  Goodbye

  Chapter One

  Braxton Bray and his best friend, Davvy Flamus, had been fishing all day but hadn’t had so much as a single bite. The lake was big, and though they could have changed to a more favorable location, they weren’t really there to catch fish as much as they were there to spend a little time together before they had to say goodbye. Braxton was about to leave Uppervale for good, and as much as Davvy wanted to go with him, he had no choice but to stay behind.

  Braxton was the third son of a farming father and, as such, he was in a position few in the valley ever had. Not needed to help with the work of the family farm, as his two older brothers were, he had the chance to seek out a future of his own. He was more than willing to go, too, for he had no desire to raise cattle and grow grain. His eldest brother, Parl, would take over the farm when their father retired, and his middle brother, Savit, would be there to help him. Their one sister, Kareen, was hoping to marry the son of a wealthy ship owner, and that left nothing for Braxton; nothing but opportunity.

  Braxton wasn’t sure what he was going to do. Camberly was the seat of the kingdom of Narvoza, and just a few days ride away, so he figured he would start his journey there, but he wasn’t sure how long he would stay or if—

  “Look, Brax.” Davvy stole his thoughts from him. He was pointing at something not so far across the water, and now Braxton stood to get a better vantage of what Davvy was trying to point out.

  Braxton saw it, too, a small rowing boat with two men in it. They looked to be fishing near a rocky prominence. Braxton started to sit back down, and just as he did, the bobber on his line finally went under, indicating he had a fish taking his bait.

  He expected to feel the line pull when a turtlefish or maybe even a musker tightened the line, but instead, it kept pulling away from him to the point he had to dig his heels into the pebbly shore and let the string between his reeler and the hook stretch. Of course, the line snapped before he was dragged into the water, but what could have pulled that hard?

  "It was huge," Braxton said shaking his pole at whatever it was.

  "Had to be to do that," Davvy agreed as he tried to toss his line right where Braxton's had gotten bit.

  The men in the boat yelled, and then the water boiled under them.

  “Your fish is about to get them,” Davvy half-joked.

  “Maybe so," Braxton couldn’t believe he was agreeing with such a notion, but he was. “What could have—— What is happen—“

  “Help!” one of the men yelled. “Help us!”

  “What do they want us to do?” Davvy asked, his tone showing he sensed the same sort of fear Braxton was.

  Oddly, the boat lurched a few yards closer to them. It happened all at once, and was more movement than the wind or a pull of the oars could have ever created. Beneath the craft, a knee-high wave rippled away.

  Braxton saw something else then. It looked like a shiny green arm, reaching out of the lake. The boat flipped over and a roar resounded. A roar that shook Braxton to the core and left him shivering. He couldn’t see what made the sound, for the thing was on the other side of the men and their little rower.

  He turned to see if Davvy was similarly terrified and saw his friend jump up, dancing in place as if he were trying to avoid a snake. Then Braxton saw why, and had to run backwards three steps to avoid the same fate as his friend.

  Braxton grabbed the fish cleaning knife at his hip and made to stab the tentacle that had grasped his friend’s leg. Davvy screamed and tried to avoid being pulled into the water. Braxton’s blade dug into the thick, slimy skin of the thing, and he realized he could no longer hear the others.

  A bubbling sound came then. It was followed by the gurgling scream of one of the men. Then Davvy was yanked off his feet and into the water.

  Braxton didn’t know what to do, and he found himself staring at his now bloody hands.

  “It bleeds,” he heard himself say, and then he dove after his friend.

  This end of the lake was deep, and the water as clear as could be. The sun was bright and high in the sky, so he had no trouble making out the shapes of his friend and the multi-limbed creature that was thrice Davvy’s size and pulling him away.

  Braxton watched the direction the creature went but had to surface to get another breath. He dove again and swam down with all the strength he could muster. At the edge of his vision, he saw that one of the men thrashed on the surface. His blood looked like an inky cloud around him. The other man was in a predicament similar to Davvy’s, but unlike Davvy who was wide-eyed and struggling to get his leg free, the other man was wrapped around the middle and had gone limp.

  Braxton followed the creature out of the sunlight and into the deep. Soon, he found they’d gone under the edge of the rocky shore. He saw what he thought was the surface, and knew that it wasn’t in the sunlight, but he needed a breath and went for it.

  Gasping as soon as his head came out of the water, he sucked in stale, but welcome air, and then hit his crown so hard that it nearly brained him. There wasn’t any light, but after a second of feeling with his hands, he found he was in a rocky underwater opening. He heard Davvy yell, and knew that his friend was above the surface, too.

  Ducking back under, Braxto
n swam toward the sound. There was no pocket of air over him for a few dozen yards, but then he saw the dimly lit sheen of the surface again. He came up slow this time, trying his best not to make gasping noises or any splashes, and was rewarded by hearing Davvy grunting and coughing from not so far away.

  There was a single streak of light slanting down from a crack in the caverns top, and it was enough for Braxton to see his friend struggling to get untangled from the creature’s tentacle.

  Braxton was terrified and, moving by instinct alone, he sloshed across the rocky cavern bottom. He saw the creature then. It had a toothy beak of all things, and the limp fisherman was hanging half out of it as the lake creature used two of its many appendages to continue eating its meal. Davvy was bleeding, and the snaking limb was no longer around his ankle. It was wrapped around Davvy’s waist now.

  “Help,” he managed to say.

  Braxton was there in three strides, and he began cutting the tentacle with his cleaning knife. It was slick and soft, but had strange circular growths on one side, and these adhered it to Davvy's skin. Swiftly, with a sawing motion, he cut the wrist thick appendage completely in two. He heard the creature gurgle out a scream of what had to be pain, then he was batted against the rocks hard enough to make his head spin.

  He went stumbling, through a darkness full of white splotches for a moment, but ended up tripping over not one, but several sets of skeletal remains.

  There was a loud splash, and then silence.

  “Brax?” Davvy’s voice trembled. “Braxy, answer me.”

  “I’m here,” Braxton managed. “Are you alright?”

  “I don’t think so,” his friend said. “It got me pretty good.”

  “Can you walk? Can you swim?”

  “I don’t know.” Davvy’s voice broke into frightful sobbing. “My chest feels crushed. I want to get out of here.”

  “I’m coming, Dav.”

  Braxton saw an old sword on a belt that was wrapped around one of the skeletons. As he grabbed it and buckled it around his own waist, he saw a shiny ring off to the side, and then a fancy shoulder pack on another human skeleton. There was more stuff there, but he didn’t care about any of it. Besides, he didn't have time to grab anything. He only wanted to get he and Davvy out of there. The only reason he even took the sword was to use if the thing returned for them.

  He started to get Davvy, but something pulled at his mind. It wasn't greed or even want, that made him go back. Something compelled him to take the pack, and even now in the midst of all the fear and confusion, its contents called to his curiosity.

  “Come on, Davvy,” he said as he gained his friend’s side. He saw open wounds and exposed, meaty flesh around Davvy’s lower back and buttocks, but didn’t say anything because he didn’t want to send him into a panic.

  “It is a long swim out of here, so take some deep breaths and just hold onto this belt.” Braxton led them out into black water that was thigh deep.

  “I’m ready, Brax.” Davvy sniffled and took three deep breaths of air, one right after the other.

  “Here we go.” Braxton drew in as deeply as he could, and then pushed off the bottom, letting momentum carry them as far as it would.

  The part of the lake that was open to the sunlit sky was easy to make out, and Braxton had little trouble swimming the both of them there. When they surfaced, gasping and shaking with fright, Davvy saw just how much blood he was losing, and his eyes rolled back into his head.

  It was harder getting to shore than it had been getting out of the cavern because now his friend was unconscious, and he had to keep Davvy’s head above water. When he finally had Davvy dragged onto the rocks, he saw that the leg-long length of the creature he had severed was still attached to his friend.

  He saw the boat bobbing a few strides out and down the lake’s edge, so he waded out and got ahold of its bow rope. The man who hadn’t been eaten by the monster was in it and whimpering and bleeding as bad as Davvy was. Braxton knew neither of them could walk so he drug the small wooden craft ashore, heaved his friend, tentacle and all, in with the other man. Then, like a mule pulling a plow, he dragged the boat along the trail.

  He pulled until he was overtaken by exhaustion, and then he pulled some more. He didn’t remember collapsing, but he must have, for he opened his eyes to a night sky and several worried faces. One of them was Master Finn, and since he was Uppervale’s Herb Master, as well as the area's Lesson and Lore Master, the feeling of relief that washed over Braxton was palpable.

  It wasn’t until the next morning, after he was sure Davvy and the other man wouldn’t die, that he snuck away and chanced a look in the pack he’d taken.

  In it there was a medallion on a chain, an oilcloth wrapped tightly around a book and a bunch of maps and a sizable pouch full of coins. The medallion had a thumb-sized clear gem in its center and had to be as valuable as it was strange. All the items, save for the sword, were marked with unfamiliar runes. That made sense because the sword had come from a different skeleton than the pack.

  Braxton decided he would split the coins with Davvy, but not tell his friend about the rest. It was just maps and a book he couldn't even read. The medallion, he decided, was his reward for saving the others, and he didn't think he would tell anyone about it, at least not anyone in Uppervale.

  Chapter Two

  Davvy was taking Braxton’s impending departure better than Braxton thought he would. It had been a few weeks since their encounter at the lake, and though his friend limped, his terrible wounds had healed far better than Braxton figured they ever would. Davvy insisted on accompanying him on his search for a horse and all the aspects of his other preparations. As an excuse, he said he had to strengthen his wounded body for harvest so that his father wouldn’t have to hire help. Braxton reminded him he could afford to pay two seasons worth of help with what was stashed in the pouch he’d given him. Davvy ignored this with a purpose and set to finding Braxton the best horse in town.

  Stable after stable they searched. Braxton had seen half a dozen horses he would have loved to own, but Davvy hadn’t been satisfied with any of them. Finally, on the evening of the second full day of farm hopping, they met a young lady who had a beautiful black stallion, boasting a white, almost perfect triangle on its forehead. The steed was young and proud and very moody, but perfectly built, with muscles that rippled streaks of glare across its shiny coat. Braxton took an immediate liking to him, and Davvy approved. The girl fetched her father after telling them the horses name was Prism. Davvy negotiated for the beautiful creature, and had the man down to two gold and eight silver, but Braxton stepped in and told him they’d give three gold if he would throw in the saddle the girl had been using earlier.

  The man, clearly realizing he would be getting five times the saddle’s worth, agreed quickly. After a few sad moments shared between the girl and the horse, Braxton and Davvy led Prism back the Flamus family’s barn where Davvy insisted he remain until time for Braxton to leave.

  The coins they’d paid with, and several more that they had taken from the stash to use for equipping Braxton, had been hammered into oblivion. They’d placed them on a flat rock and hit them with another stone until any trace of the ancient runes on their faces were gone. Now they looked like long mistreated kingdom coins. They were slightly heavier and therefore worth a little more, but no one seemed to notice, and neither of the boys really cared if they had. They were more concerned with passing them off as kingdom currency than their actual value.

  They spent the whole afternoon buying other supplies such as a large oil cloth, a bedroll, rope, several water skins, and flasks. They got new blankets, both for Braxton, and for padding Prism’s back to protect him from the saddle. Braxton bought a new skinning knife that looked more like a caravaneer's dagger, and some new leather britches, two heavy woolen shirts, and also two lighter, softer shirts for the hotter days. Davvy insisted on a fancy forest green hooded cloak just in case Braxton was caught in the rain or had t
o hide in the forest. They bought so much stuff that Braxton was sure he would need an extra horse or a cart to carry it all with him.

  It struck him that only a few days remained until he would set out alone on the road toward a city that he’d never seen. Camberly, the capital city of the kingdom, was the home of King Barden and his new palace. The old palace was south in Antole, the previous capital city.

  The Ancestor’s Dream was also in Camberly. It was supposedly a wondrous monument to those who settled here so long ago. A testament to the men and women who fought and explored and somewhat tamed these lands.

  Braxton was torn with emotion. So many places that he’d only heard of, or read about, awaited him. He was anxious to be gone, to see them all, or as many as he could, anyway. The anticipation of leaving grew inside him and he wished that he could just get the goodbye’s over with and be gone.

  Davvy’s kindness and excitement while helping Braxton prepare for his departure were genuine and welcome, but Davvy’s envious longing to come along was tangible. Underneath his helpful cheer was a sorrow that couldn’t be hidden, no matter how hard he tried. Braxton had similar feelings, but he knew he wouldn’t be gone forever. He was sure he would come back in a year or two, even if only to visit.

  Davvy acted like it was goodbye forever.

  Braxton suddenly realized it was goodbye forever. Not so much to each other, but to the joy and freedom of youth. It was goodbye to an age, part of their lives that, no matter how close or far away they were, they would never be able to return to. No more raft fishing up in the lake. No more floating down the river, hoping to catch a froggle or turtle-fish, no more taunting and tormenting brothers and sisters. No more sneaking out behind the barn with a willing lass. Well, there will probably be more of that, but it wouldn’t hold the same fascination or thrill of being bad in that natural and good sort of way. These were some of the reasons he had felt so different, a bigger reason than he had been prepared to realize.