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      Aelethia’s Hope

      Leandra Martin

      Cover Art by Bonnie Wasson

      This is a work of fiction. The events, characters, and cover art, described herein are imaginary and are not intended to refer to specific places or living persons. The opinions expressed in this manuscript are solely the opinions of the author and do not represent the opinions or thoughts of the publisher. The author has represented and warranted full ownership and/or legal right to publish all the materials in this book.

      Aelethia’s Hope

      All Rights Reserved.

      Copyright January 2013 Leandra Martin

      Cover by Bonnie Wasson

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      ISBN: 13: 978-1-4566-1575-8

      To my sons Nick & Kyler:

      May your imaginations know no bounds.

      Other Books by Leandra Martin

      L’Landra’s Tale Series:

      A New Day for the Dauntless

      Ghosts, Past and Future

      The Tanith Prophecy Series:

      Dark One Rising

      Coming Soon:

      L’Landra’s Tale: Riding The Storm Out

      Summer of 2013

      CHAPTER 1

      A black leather clad figure galloped hard down the main road into Kingswell, taking the cobbled street up to the castle. When the guards on the parapet walls saw him, they raised the portcullis for him to enter. His horse was heaving and foam gathered at the sides of his mouth. He had ridden non-stop for weeks, stopping only to water his horse and stretch his aching limbs. He felt guilty about riding his horse practically to death, but his mission was clear. Get to His Grace in a timely manner to relay the news he had obtained. He rode as if his life depended on it, and it probably did. Fallon had not been happy with the news that had reached him as of late, and he decisively took it out on the messengers. If their news was not what he wanted to hear, it was their last dispatch. The man swallowed. He knew he had news that His Grace would be pleased about, but feared for his life all the same. Fallon was short tempered and hard hearted, and he generally took out his anger an anyone near, no matter who it was. He had gone through five retainers in the last few months, and it was common knowledge that he didn’t care how many he killed. Ever since he had taken over Lachlan Castle and proclaimed himself king of Aaralyn, he had been even harder to deal with, his arrogance and power hungry soul even harder to appease. He knew he had information valuable to the despot, but he certainly didn’t want to die because Fallon felt his return was too slow.

      He raced up the road and through the gate just as the portcullis was being raised. He dismounted in mid-trot and threw the reins down, not waiting for a boy to exit the stables and take them. He took the stairs two at a time and walked quickly down the hallway.

      The halls were dark and dingy now, the thick stone permeated with something black, the sinister lighting creating eerie shadows as he passed by the torches.

      The castle was once a vibrant place, light and festive and filled with conversing nobles. Now it was quiet, and there was no longer vibrancy. Since killing off Randor and taking his throne while Prince Kevaan was away, Fallon was taking to his new seat with indifference. He didn’t perform any of the kingly duties that were required. He would never take to ruling the country until he had his queen beside him. The information the retainer carried with him today would start that campaign soon enough.

      He entered the hall and approached the throne with cautious steps. When he was close enough to the dais and Fallon could see him, he prostrated himself on one knee, placing his riding helmet under his arm in respect. The hard cold floor dug into his knee, but he waited silent and still for Fallon to give him leave to stand again. The moments seemed to drag, and the messenger suspected it was for dramatic effect and ridiculous pleasure, nothing more. When Fallon gave his permission, the messenger stood and bowed quickly to his liege.

      “What news do you bring to me, Gartlan, and it better be good. You’re late, and I’m in a foul mood. No one else has brought me anything of use, and I grow tired of being in the dark about what the southern king is up to.”

      “I do have important news, Your Grace. News that will please you.”

      “Do not assume what will please me and what will not! I haven’t been impressed with any of the messages brought to me in the last couple of months. I grow tired of being surrounded by fools.”

      “Yes, My Lord. I have information that I think you will find important. King Dainard is rallying his army and has all of the cities across the border secure. I heard that a runner got through to Pembroke, and the General is pulling his garrison in from the port and distributing them into Boones Ferry to await your army from the sea. Kevaan did reach Charbonneau safely and is getting his troops together as well. They plan on standing against you.”

      “I already know that, you simpleton. I have given them time to do this. I don’t want to go into battle with armies that are too easily defeated. There is no honor in that, or pleasure for me. I want information that I don’t have or news that has evaded my mind-sight spells.

      “I know where the princess has been hiding.”

      At that, Fallon snapped his head up and stared at the messenger. “You had better not be misinformed, sir, or it will be the last words you utter.”

      “No, My Lord, my information is accurate. The princess has been shielded from you because she is no longer at Drydon Keep. She has been with the elves in Vallis.”

      Fallon’s face changed to one of annoyance and then to anger. The messenger was unsure if the news he brought was worth the trouble he had gone through to obtain it. He was afraid Fallon was going to kill him.

      Fallon looked down on him and sneered. “So, the elves and the king think they can keep her from me. Well I will take her no matter where she hides. The sacred walls of the ancient city will not hold me back forever. I have become powerful enough to break through.”

      “You may not have to, My Lord. She has completed her purpose to be there and is on her way back to Drydon Keep.”

      Fallon stared at the messenger and his eyes turned darker. “She is out in the open now?”

      “Yes, My Lord. She was seen riding through Mercer not a week ago. She should be at the Keep in a few days.”

      Fallon’s sneer turned into a smile, but he gazed off into the nothingness, as if he were seeing something Gartlan could not. “This is good news, Gartlan. Better than I could have hoped for.”

      “There is more, Your Grace.” Fallon focused once again on his now favorite spy. “The elves and the dwarves have agreed to an alliance with King Kevaan and King Dainard. They are preparing for war.”

      “What about the Chancellor and the Isamarians?”

      “No word about their stance yet, Your Grace, but rumor has it that the Bounty Hunter is on his way with an entourage from Vallis into the Free Cities to speak with

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