Chronicles of Han Storm, Preserving Creata Part 1, 2, 3

Chronicles of Han Storm - Taming Encha (Book 3) - Chapter One

Excerpt: Chronicles of Han Storm - Book 3 - Chapter One 

Taming Encha 

*** One *** 

        "She is my best bleeder" the bald man informed me, referring to an anaemic looking girl confined in a cage, staring listlessly into nothing. 

        "We keep the virgins pure, collecting their moons for the Master" he chatted informatively, leading me deeper into the cavern system, cages and containing gates lining the walls. 

        "He indulges in their sweet scented blood, sustaining himself and his magics" he told me, stopping, unlocking a gate to a dark corner. 

        "But when he wants food, he prefers the blood of the breeders, especially those that are made to abort, for within their blood is the gift of eternal youth." 

        He opened the gate, indicating me to enter. 

        I walked past him into the cold damp of my cell, turning back to stare at his self-satisfied, sharpened tooth grin.

         "What happens if you cannot find a pregnant woman?" I wished to know. 

        "Then we have to sacrifice a baby or a small child to satisfy his needs."

         He locked the gate securely before standing back, watching the disgust on my features. 

         "It is nothing new. The breeders are not always susceptible to impregnation and the Master only wants to feed off pure humans." 

         "Pure humans?" I wanted to know. 

         "Yes, those people that are not eaters of man-flesh." 

         "Then these breeders are not from your Clan?" 

         "No, of course not! They are prisoners, as yourself. The Master is going to be overjoyed with your capture. A true Captain of the Newcomers." 

  

Four months previously . . .

         I spat the blood from my mouth, pushing myself off the wooden floorboards to face Ty again. 

         Slick gave encouraging shouts from the sideline. Racewater hung his head in shame. 

         It was most embarrassing. Someone like me is supposed to be able to work with energy all the time, I just did not grasp this way of protecting one-self. 

         I was fed up with being thrown all over the exercise room, keeping the Groxes and myself at bay, to not just shove this Master of Hand-to-Hand combat with a psychic blast. 

         Black stepped between us, turning towards me. 

         I desperately wanted to learn how to do this, how to use the excess energy within my solar plexus as a weapon, unleashing it on demand. 

         "You are growing impatient" Black cautioned. "I see your temper starting to flare. This will do no-one any good."

          Black turned to the Master in charge, bowing to him. 

         "I will challenge you to show Han what to do. Engage!" he ordered Ty. 

         The medium-built, golden-skinned Plains Person did not wait, attacking Black with a full-out fowl-kick.