All Chapters of Called by Fire: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

They arrived at Nate’s new assigned village around noon and were glad to have at least a few hours to get to know the place before sundown. Their first stop was the local street market, where they would be able to find information about a place to rent, the nearby forest and the major activities of the most prominent villagers.It was already an improvement in comparison to their old village, where the closest thing they had to a street market was a monthly trade with three or four stalls.Bree felt more at home in that place than she fe

Nate went to his hut with a throbbing headache. The flawless fantasy he had created of his life was shattered and he couldn’t even blame anyone. He knew Bree was right, at least to a certain extent. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t picture his nature inclined and painstakingly peaceful lover in the setting he would be placed after the ascension.There would be war and conflict wherever they sent him, which was the main reason he made it his life’s goal. Of course, when he chose this path it was just a way to use his aggressive energy and skills for something that wouldn’t get him in trouble with the law and make him a few bucks.

Nate, followed closely by Klaus and the warriors, made his way to the forest. There was no way to escape the fight that was about to happen, and he hoped his idea was enough to get Bree ready. He touched the first tree he saw and set it on fire right away. “What the hell are you doing?” Klaus had already motioned three soldiers to surround him, in the event Nate couldn’t explain his action“That’s the only way to get past the safety measures she conjured. I’ll have to burn a few more, closer to the place I&

Nate almost lost it when he saw the new set of soldiers in front of him. His faith in the Council had already vanished after the forceful ways they approached him, but he expected a little more respect after over a decade of loyalty. At that moment he could feel only contempt towards the organization.They sent thirty men to the field. Ten upfront, and another twenty hidden in the shadows. The tactic was clear as day, exhaust and destroy. There was nothing he could say to convince them to act differently and from the information he gathered so far, they would have done the same regardless of his attitude.

The ashes were scattered on the battlefield. There was no blood in the fallen arena, but there was clear evidence of the massacre. No animal dared approach the area, there was no noise in the air. It was as if the place was trapped in a void of sound, of movement, of life. But if anyone was paying close attention, they would see the change. It was subtle, like the climbing of a single ant into a picnic basket. But then it grew, as if that one little ant called for others and they gathered into so many that it was no longer possible to ignore the takeover. The ashes gathered around a single spot, pilling up to envelop that precious spark, the last thing clinging to life among the vast ruination