Earia stepped into the middle of the horses and watched the shadows move in. Without warning, all five men rushed at her and scattered the horses.
A voice she knew recognized as Jake’s yelled, “You lose, Obrey.” His words echoed from the night before.
Earia didn’t waste any time getting both swords out and ready for the odds were against her, five to one. While reaching for the one behind her head, she flipped her hood back and rolled the cloak over her shoulders. The soaking raiment would only hinder her.
Had the horses not scattered, she would have mounted Shein and used his height and hooves to her advantage. But the horses were well out of reach and there were two Nashi in between her and them.
Earia knew full well that staying where she was in the midst of the attackers was foolhardy. So, with no definite plan, except to take as many of them out before they killed her, she rushed at the closest one.
They clashed and both of them grunted when the shock from their swords jarred them. The Nashi were skilled swordsmen, but Earia was better. Even better wouldn’t be enough to put these five in their place if they gained even the barest advantage. She couldn’t pretend these men were inferior to her. She knew how deadly they were and her keen eye told her she didn’t have much of a chance against them.
The momentum of the first clash drove the first man into one brick face of the courtyard and Earia spun him around so that her back was to the wall. Maybe not the best way to fight, but at least no one would stab her from behind. She kicked the man in the knee and punched him with the pommel of the greatsword before she ran him through with the smaller scimitar. He cried out and fell back but by this time another was already upon her and she barely had time to sidestep before his blade pierced her body. The blade caught a few links of her mail shirt and she was pinned until he pulled back for another thrust.
Title: The Stones of Caron
Author: R. Ann. Greene
Earia, queen of the elves, has long fought against an enemy she believed she created: a man, Niren, who she raised as her son, over four hundred years ago and he will see every man, elf, and dwarf killed unless they bend a knee to him. The dragons already have, willing or not, and Earia is forced to fight them as well as Niren’s soldiers.
Fillip is a seventeen year old, raised in the woods and seashores of the small country of Niss, and he has managed to find the one thing which can give the elves hope against Niren and his dragons.
Pursued by assassins, Earia is desperate for Fillip’s help and he is aching for adventure, even danger. Fillip’s younger brother is not so inclined, but what is a brother for, if not to help chase monsters and throw down kings?
Earia’s age old companions are quick to accept the youngsters and teach them a thing or two. Fillip soon discovers that he is not the farmer he thought, but a bold adventurer, willing to take mighty risks to see the world and to fight for his new friends.
R. Ann. Greene grew up in Idaho with four siblings. She was home-schooled all twelve grades and was thirteen when she began writing, inspired by such fantasies as C. S. Lewis and J. R. R. Tolkien could weave. She was a little closer to fifteen when she started working to make writing her career. It took five more years, endless refining edits, and a lot of will-power to reach her first publication of The Stones of Caron.
Now, she lives in the Boise Mountains of Idaho and volunteers as a firefighter in her community. She spends her days writing, blogging, and splitting firewood to keep the house warm in the winter time, but mostly writing.