Edythe

Prologue

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'EDYTHE'

Copyright © 2016 by Srinidi Baskaran

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Cover by @FantasyWarrior01

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This book is an original piece of work purely for the entertainment of Author.

This book is a work of fictional fantasy. All concepts, characters and places are works of fiction - any uses of characters names and persona's from other books is purely a coincidence!
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P R O L O G U E

The sound of footsteps echoed through the forest. I had my sword drawn in an instant. I cocked my head experimentally, waiting to see the direction the sound would head in.

There was no sound.

I slashed, breaking through the thorny bushes preventing me from venturing further. My mother wouldn't approve of me going into the forest alone at this particular time of night.

I heard the same patter of footsteps, and I raced forward, ignoring the fact my feet were probably alerting every wild animal within a ten mile radius of my presence.

I had reached the bank of the Corinthian Land. I let out a hiss of irritation. I was sure that whoever had been in the forest was unwelcome on Corinthian soil.

The sky was almost black.
  The moon was a pale orb of silver light. The Stars were dotted across the sky. I tilted my head up, sighing.

What was life like before this war?

The escapees, that was all everything was about. Who were these escapees and what had they done that was so bad? So bad that all of Corinth had fought back against them with everything they had.

So many questions.

If only I could show my parents that I wasn't a child. I wanted to do something. But I wasn't allowed. If only I  caught an escapee....

I shook my long dark hair.

These ideas were ridiculous.

Carefully hooking my blade back on
my waist I stepped forward, unaware of the curious eyes following me as I pushed through brambles, heading towards the village, my dark locks tumbling past my waist, a dainty silver in the moonlight.

Then the eyes turned, and the
footsteps resumed, slowly
becoming fainter with
each step that was taken.
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Preview - Chapter 1

Rays of sunlight filtered through the lacy curtains that covered the dusty windows of my house. I groggily rose from my bed, the faint smell of smoke in my nose.

My mother was shaking me awake, her calloused arms painful on my shoulders. Her expression was one of panic and fear.

"Fire!" She screamed.

I was up in a flash, my hands instinctively closing around my trusty sword, a family heirloom.

My mother was frantic. Shoving me through the door. I stumbled out with her, watching in horror. The entire village was on fire. People lay everywhere, some burnt, some attempting to help the injured.

My eyes were reflected in my mother's, both of us filled with a hollow sense of dread. My little sister was beside me. I automatically scooped up her up, and with a nod from my mother raced to the edge of the forest.

It wasn't for another few minutes before the fire was doused completely.

I was sobbing uncontrollably. So many people dead. "The escapees did this!" My father, the leader of the Warriors roared. I put my sister down gently, my face staring up wonderingly.

I wondered, my heart aching.

Was this war going to rip
away the compassion we had?
Or was it going to tear away
what little humanity remained
in us humans?