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    The True Faithen's Dream: A'thería's Wake Trilogy, #0
    The True Faithen's Dream: A'thería's Wake Trilogy, #0
    The True Faithen's Dream: A'thería's Wake Trilogy, #0
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    The True Faithen's Dream: A'thería's Wake Trilogy, #0

    By K-A Russell

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    What if dream became nightmare? What if the nightmare never left you?

    Ninthalas is out to prove his worth. He and his brother finally get to embark on the News Bearer errand without the guidance of their father. But as much as Ninthalas can't wait to get started, he is deeply troubled. For months, he has been having the same dream: that the city of Luthrey will be destroyed. And that dream won't let him sleep. As his enthusiasm wears in the first few days of travel, the nightmare becomes much more than just a dream. Will it drive him mad by the time he reaches the city he must warn? Will the people even listen to him?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherK-A Russell
    Release dateDec 21, 2018
    ISBN9781386519089
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      The True Faithen's Dream - K-A Russell

      Dedicated to my God, the giver of dreams.

      CHAPTER ONE

      Departure

      HURRY IT UP, brother, urged Ninthalas.

      Today was the biggest moment of his life, the first time he and his twin would embark on the News Bearers’ errand without their father’s aid. They would have done it earlier in the year, but their father hadn’t allowed it. Ninthalas had begged and pleaded over the months until his father finally relented. Now, Ninthalas was out to prove his worth, to return with news that would make his parents proud.

      The day had barely begun when Ninthalas had gone to his brother’s house. Kai-Tsúthlen had still been asleep, and he was none too happy about being woken up. He still wore that morning grumpy frown when he sat down at the breakfast table, though his wife had already been up even before Ninthalas came to call.

      It is yet early, he groaned. Let me have tea first.

      You are the slowest riser in our whole country, Ninthalas teased.

      And you are the quickest, Kai-Tsúthlen returned.

      His wife rolled her eyes. Another morning, another argument. You two are most dreadful with your bickering. She placed a cup of tea in front of her husband. I cannot take this right when you are to leave.

      Do you worry for me, Arúthíen? Kai-Tsúthlen said, taking a sip.

      How could I not be? Even News Bearers travel in groups of three men or more, except for the desert travellers. Perhaps you should wait another year—

      We have been through this, love. The time has come and the time is now. Who else will keep my brother from gallivanting into trouble?

      I do not gallivant, I stride, Ninthalas corrected.

      Now there is a word fit for the lyricist.

      Ninthalas stood and made for the doorway. When you are finished and your mood has brightened, come help me load the horses.

      Uncle Ninthalas!

      A small boy bounded into the dining room, carrying a long carved stick in his hand, a practice sword called a saiken that had the shape of the weapons soldiers often used.

      Ahnthalas, what have I told you about bringing weapons into the house? Arúthíen demanded.

      But mother!

      Good morning, nephew! Ninthalas greeted cheerfully.

      Arúthíen glared at him.

      Since your father is dragging himself this morning, would you like to help me prepare for our journey?

      Really?

      After breakfast, said Arúthíen. "And put that saiken outside."

      Ahnthalas strutted back to the living room where his sister was playing.

      Honestly, Ninthalas, what are you teaching my children? Arúthíen scolded.

      Ninthalas laughed. My sincerest apologies, sister. Perhaps I will find a child to adopt on my journey and then I will understand the nature of parenting.

      That would be ill-conceived, she muttered as he marched to the front door.

      Outside, Ninthalas breathed in the fresh air. Indeed, this was his moment to prove himself. Kai-Tsúthlen didn’t show it, but Ninthalas knew his twin was excited as well. Both had been looking forward to this day since they were twenty. Now, three years later, their dream was finally being realized.

      You are looking well, son, a voice called behind him.

      Ninthalas turned to see his father coming toward him, pulling the reigns of two horses. Hallas and Fellas. Ninthalas and Kai-Tsúthlen had known them since they were colts, had watched them grow into strong, capable beasts bred for trekking long distances. Rays of sunlight glittered on their tanned hides and shot sparkles in their silver-white manes.

      Ninthalas took the reigns of Hallas, his faithful steed, and stroked its neck.

      Finally, Kai-Tsúthlen and I will carry on the News Bearer trade ourselves.

      His father chuckled. You are far more excited than last week.

      Indeed. I taste freedom.

      Your mother wants to know how you are doing with your dreams.

      Ninthalas’ gaze dropped to his feet. It is the same as always, father, the same dream every night. I see Luthrey in flames and its people scattered.

      I see.

      I did tell the Town Representative, yet he brushed it off as childish musings.

      Those are far from childish musings, son.

      What do you make of it?

      I do not know, but you should be wary nonetheless. That is why Kai-Tsúthlen is with you.

      Of course.

      They went back and forth between the house and the horses, carrying spices to trade with the other nations and provisions for the journey. Ninthalas withdrew a few medicinal ointments and creams from a chest in his room. He smiled as he put them carefully in a bag with rolls of bandages, remembering how his grandmother had showed him how to mix herbs and make his own creams when he was young. He hoped he wouldn’t need them on his journey, but he also knew he’d be useless if attacked by ruffians. It was best to be prepared.

      When Hallas was packed up, Kai-Tsúthlen emerged from his dwelling carrying expensive cloth and his own provisions from his home. The cloths were Arúthíen’s doing; she was the finest cloth weaver in their hometown of Selestía. Kai-Tsúthlen had carefully wrapped them up in thick, durable material to prevent them from getting dirty. He strapped his weaponry to himself—a bow, two swords as all True Faithen men carried, and a dagger—and he fastened a quiver of arrows to the side of his horse.

      The twins’ father helped Ninthalas with his own weapons. Ninthalas preferred his horse carry everything and only wore a shoulder bag.

      By mid-morning, the brothers were ready to leave.

      Kai-Tsúthlen’s wife and two children joined the twins’ parents in seeing the brothers off. Ninthalas studied their faces. From his father, he noted pride and confidence, his mother the same with a hint of worry. Arúthíen looked on them with concern while her children exuded tears.

      Farewell, my sons, the twins’ father said. Today Yahlírin smiles on you. May good fortune and favourable news greet you.

      Ninthalas beamed. His brother, on the other hand, wore an expression that couldn’t be read.

      "Adíenshal, the twins said in unison. Then with a great Yish!" they trotted away into the thick of trees.

      They journeyed through the forest for the rest of the day and stopped at Leithen to spend the night with relatives. In the morning, they set off again, breaking through the tree line that bordered their home country of Serenestí. Once free of the forest, the sun beat down on them, and a comfortable breeze’s coolness hinted at the coming of autumn. The favourable weather made the journey pleasant, their moods brightening, and they anticipated the coming days with gladness.

      Their first stop was Melbé, the international hub of travellers going either west or north. There, the brothers came to an inn, the one they and their father frequented on previous excursions. Sliding doors, tanned walls and layered roof tiles gave the three-storey building

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