All Chapters of The Chronicles of Kelor : Book One; The Boy Alpha: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I knew I was going to be late. It's funny how parents tend to give so many orders to their children but offer little time for those very same orders to be carried out. I quicken my pace and the drumming echoes of my footsteps bounce off the grey stone walls of the castle corridor. The echoes grow louder and louder by the second, and I catch the attention of a Castle Guard standing near one of the pillars. I don't recognize his face, but the flaming-glare he throws my way sends my spirit into a fighting stance. His eyes are cloudy and swollen. Must be one of those pure-breed lunatics and a drunk one at that. I hold his gaze, hoping he will make this easy, but he doesn't back down. When I get a little closer I let my eyes glow red. He slowly lowers his gaze like a piece of paper sinking to the bottom of a lake. I can’t help but grin as I hurry along the corridor. Why do most of them contend with me? I didn’t choose to be born a half-blood, nor did they choose to be born outsid

********** "Our chief will be the first to set foot on the new land." Ragnar had said when we saw a shimmering silhouette, floating in the distance. He is an excellent ally, a great counsellor and a loving brother. If it weren’t for him, I would be dead, me body turning to dust or giving life to the crows and other animals back on our land. If not dead, then I would be drowning in a lake of self-guilt and sorrow or wandering in the dark corridor of me heart, not wanting to get out but to walk forever and find no rest, no light. Me sorrow’s rising to the surface, threatening to overwhelm me. Not now Sif, I tell me-self. Not in front of your people. The voyage across the sea was long, too long. I lost track after sixty-nine suns and sixty-eight moons. After that, we lost 5 ships to storms and 10 ran away on the night of the 27th moon. I don't blame ‘em, but am grateful that Ragnar, me younger brother, is still by me side. I spare a glance at him and our father is engraved heavily in h

The first of them charges at me and swings his claws towards me head. I duck under his arm and let Ragnar deal with him. I hear the sound of flesh being ripped apart by steel. “Great Chiefs! What are they?” Ragnar asks. “They are flesh and blood,” I reply without looking back. “Didn’t you see what just happened?” What’s he talking about? I keep me eyes on me next attacker. She approaches me while hopping from side to side. What fighting skill is this? I swing my axe at her head and she crouches under it. Her claws rip into the side of my clothes but do not penetrate the chain amour I have underneath. I turn around and feint an attack from above. As my axe comes down, she steps to one side and I shift my body to adjust the motion and thrust of my axe. Just as I am about to cut her in half, another native pulls me down from behind. I release my axe, hoping that it will do the job, as I roll on my back and pull out my knives hidden in my boots, and remain crouched on the ground. I

********** I wake up before sunrise and make my way to the stables nearby. I tell one of my men to alert the others as I intend to leave earlier than was originally planned. I find the young lady who gave me the letter and give her my response to this friend that I have stumbled on. “Make sure that our friend gets this.” “Yes, or no?” she asks. “You don’t need to know that.” “Actually, I do.” “And why is that?” “I have prepared two methods of delivering your response, but it all depends on your answer. Lying to me won’t help you. Is it yes, or no?” Whatever it is, it’s not like you would confirm it? Or would you? “That would be a yes.” Her eyes glow as she stares at the envelope. She blinks a few times, dispelling the glow in her eyes before raising her head with a smile. “Thank you for not lying to me. I will send it right away, Commander.” She tucks it beneath her cloak and I watch her leave. Just as am about to turn away, she motions to a group of children playing in the

********** A faint, distant echo sings through the darkness. Indistinguishable words fill the air around me. I turn around again and again but the black veil blocks me view. I try to push it aside but me hands aren’t listening to me. Wait! Are me eyes open? Are me hands moving? I try to take in a deep breath but my chest feels like it’s being gently crushed. Am I dying? The echo grows louder and suddenly a white light pierces through the veil. I instinctively try to move towards it but my body won’t listen. I sense that my limbs are still attached to me but I can’t do anything with them. Move! Move! Move! My body ignores my cries but surprisingly, the light responds. It grows bigger and soon it’s all around me. The light pierces through the holes of a woolly blanket made up of pieces with many shapes and sizes. All of them moving in the same direction at a slow pace like a leaf carried by the current of a lazy stream. Tiny pieces of the woolly blanket fall on me face and the imp