Foundling
There is a War being fought that stretches beyond eternity. Waging that War are men and angels and demons and creatures and beings beyond time and space. Thrust into this conflict is a foundling boy who knows nothing of this War but is integral to tipping the balance toward whomever can control him.
As a child, Hunter’s world is attacked, and, along with a few faithful retainers and allies, his mother escapes with him, while his father, using his own life as forfeit, stays behind to ensure those he loves escape.
Mother and child are pursued. Their retainers are killed while protecting them until they are able to get out from under the net thrown by their enemies. Now, far, far away, not knowing the fate of her husband or people and with no way of getting back, she has only herself to raise and protect her son.
This is the story of what comes after, of a boy alone, having raised himself, by himself, for half his life. Then the powers that inform and rule that world become aware of him, of his power, his potential. In their ignorance and conceit, they awaken the true nature of the child, and a war, of unimaginable proportions to shake the heavens, comes to their doorstep, and the boy they thought to use, and later kill, is the only thing that can save them.
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Chapter: 7 Getaway (7)Hunter felt a strange constriction in his chest and flashes of heat and cold. It was disorienting, distracting. It was a side effect engendered by the overwhelming emotions coming at him as the group of searchers rushed to converge on them. The emotional baggage became more concentrated, the pressure building. His body, riddled with competing feelings, felt like foam being tossed from the surge of two waves crashing together. Something else he had to deal with.Slish!Clank!Clank!Clink!CLANG!Hunter scrambled to parry the slash from Master Margarete and was thrown off-balance. Footwork skewed, he could not fully avoid the riposting strike that sliced through robe to open flesh. Blood gushed to drench cloth, but none fell to the ground.From the Abyss, eyes shrouded in fire swelled, and a scream exploded from Hunter, rattling the chamber. Dust rose from the floor, and pebbles fell from the ceiling. All three flashes were blown away. When they came to rest, Margarete, revealed to be
Última actualización: 2026-05-22
Chapter: 7 Chapter (7)Hunter extended his demense as far as he could, deepening his connection to all, to the heat of things, the emotions of the people within its purview. The roil of ki, with no Wardens to dam that flow, churned from the power of those emotions. His heart pounded, breath naked, a prickly sensation suffused his skin and lifted him on his toes. The hair at the knap of his neck stiffened, and it felt as if his locs were standing on end.After that first exhilarating rush, he calmed, even as the inflowing force filled him. It was as if a waterfall had become uncorked and fell to expand the bottomless depths of the lake beneath. Senses enlivened and enhanced, he was better able to track the movements of Master Poe and Master Margarete. What had at first been flashes, flitting ribbons of yellow and red light, slowed. No longer a blink between here and there, a crescendo of clashing blades, their movements became something Hunter could follow and anticipate, rather than react to. He realized
Última actualización: 2026-05-13
Chapter: 7 Getaway (6)He expanded his demesne, the breadth of his keening, and what had been the brief flash of an afterimage, became a blur of emotions he tracked by their arrival and departure at a place. Not able to match their speed, the keening gave him the opportunity to anticipate where and when they would be. Readying himself, he waited for his opportunity.The clash and clang of blades was cacophonous, echoing throughout the chamber like. Their music was harsh, orchestral. In it could be heard the highs and lows of the individual steels’ tone. The retreats and advances. The bang of blade edges meeting, the scraping slash, the high ringing song of the poignard, silence between recoveries, the high tonal, clangorous flunge, was exacting and terrible to hear.How long could they endure at this grueling pace, the accelerated flow of ki. You cannot take in more than can be used was an inviable truism, and they were using internal ki quicker than they could take replenish its well. Poe had already had t
Última actualización: 2026-05-05
Chapter: 7 Getaway (5)Hunter attacked. He had no time for this. His attack came not in any manner they might have considered, but with all the knowledge and power new to his command. Light and darkness, the will of earth, its creatures, it had been so long this affinity of feeling, this revelation of connectedness with earth. He was one with it, not separate.“How rude.” Margaret said. She was much better with the blade than Poe and there would be no indecisive compunctions routing her hand. She was also a virtuoso at flash-step. She could heighten everything around her: her senses; her strength; spatial awareness; time dilation. As an enforcer of the rules and strictures of the School and Academe, she was the one Hunter most feared meeting.“I shall bear the weight for you.” Before Poe could intercede, she attacked. Her love, her hate, her anger, a piercing dagger directed at him. In the flicker of an eye, she disappeared.It was the intensity of emotions and the tingling of his feet and ankles that alert
Última actualización: 2026-04-22
Chapter: 7 Getaway (4)Hunter gathered sunlight from the passage’s opening, and from the corridors father back and junctures of wall, he gathered shadow, shaping them, channeling his pain and anger into a material force (The Beast laughed.), and his blade began to flicker from shadow to light, light to shadow.Hunter’s footwork was subtly changing, the stretch of arm, the looseness of wrist. The tip of his blade began to flicker in and out of the light. Riposte, lunge, parry, lunge, lunge, lunge, parry, riposte.[use fencing glossary] Shadow to light to shadow to deeper shadow then a flash of sparks along the length of clashing blades. The flash of sparks were absorbed in Hunter’s flow and returned as a blade of light. Then another, a black blade, coalesced across from the sun blade, the saber blade between them. The two strands wavered between the seen and unseen and moved in a helix around the center blade.There was no sound, only the matching force of a similar blade strike. Poe would have to expend ki
Última actualización: 2026-04-20
Chapter: 7 Getaway (3)They measured each other across the distance. Poe wondered if he could do this. Hunter knew that he could. He had given time enough to devotion, now he must away.He rushed Poe, angling away from the poignard. Blades clashed, clanged. Sparks flew along their lengths. Swirls of ki flowed from Poe like the arms of an octopus to ensnare Hunter, who turned them away with a ki shield. Defense was the first thing taught for the skill-less and the ki-less, and no great power or skill was needed to maintain one. They could be maintained with a trickle and Hunter had far more than that.The ring of steel settled into a rhythm as did the parry and riposte of ki. Hunter tried to work his way up under Poe’s reach while staying outside the striking distance of the poignard, to move him out of the way, but Poe kept the opening to the valley between himself and Hunter. If Hunter got past, the boy was too fleet of foot for Poe to pursue, and beyond sight, ki would be ineffectual.Poe held back, delay
Última actualización: 2026-04-14
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