The Fallen Guardian (The Guardian Chronicles 2) Read Online Free Page B

smiles disappeared, and the laughter died at once. The chief was right
behind them.
    “This
sentry came running up here without bothering to stop and give us the password,
Chief,” explained the guard who had been laughing hardest.
    “Did
you even bother to ask him what business he had with me?” asked Angus
pointedly. His eyes were boring holes into his jovial guard.
    “No,
sir. I…I… He said nothing about why he was here and…” stammered the guard.
    “Galen
is back, isn’t he?” the chief spoke to the sentry solemnly.
    “Yes,
Chief, he came running faster than I have seen anyone run before, and he was
tearing up the path as he ran. Something must have gone horribly wrong,”
explained the sentry with great concern in his voice.
    “You
imbeciles go and retrieve Galen. Bring him here at once. If I hear so much as a
giggle from either of you again, your heads will be placed on my wall!” Angus
was so infuriated by the childish behavior of his guards. They were supposed to
be the most fierce and powerful of his guard. These two morons had to be the
dumbest among the ranks. Stay calm; if there is a war brewing, I will need
these idiots to fill my ranks. If there is no war, rip their heads off then.
    “What
do you think happened to the scouts?” asked the sentry.
    “Whatever
it is, it can’t be good. Go back and inform all the sentries to be vigilant. We
need to be prepared for anything,” ordered the chief. The soldier nodded
affirmatively and took off at once.
    The
chief turned around and entered his tent. He would wait for Galen to arrive and
report what happened. As he walked toward his massive throne, he could not
shake the sense of foreboding that had come over him. He knew that something
was wrong and that he would have to be decisive. This must have something to
do with those wicked elves that left the Black Forest. If a war breaks out, we
are going to need more troops. That means combining the strength of the five
tribes. Has it really come to that?   He shook his head to clear his
thoughts so that he could be alert for his visitor. He could hear his two
guards approaching his tent with the silent messenger in tow. The tent door
parted, and Galen entered with a bow.
    “Please
take a seat, Galen. Idiot number one, fetch us some ale!  Idiot number two, go
and get us some meat. This poor fellow has been through quite an ordeal. Go!”
he blasted at his intellectually challenged guards.
    “Chief…they
are dead. All of them,” stammered Galen. He was shaking violently from the rage
that was still coursing through him.
    “It
is okay, Galen. It is not your fault,” began Chief Angus.
    “No,
it is not all right. I just watched them kill each other,” he replied quietly.
    “What? 
Who killed each other?” queried the chief angrily. “Tell me exactly what
happened back there.”
    “A
wicked elf came out of the darkness and caused the fire to explode into the
group of giants you sent to find out what the deserters were up to. They
attacked the little warlock right away, and at first it looked like they had
killed him, but he survived a direct blow from a rock the size of his own head.
As your soldiers continued to assault the intruder, it became clear that this
fellow had powerful magic. All of their weapons were deflected somehow, and he
did something that I cannot quite explain,” Galen explained calmly.
    “What
did he do to my soldiers?” asked Angus with suppressed rage.
    “He
used his mind, I think, to force them to attack one another. Only one survived
the attack, and it appeared that he had shaken off the elf’s control over his
mind because he rushed the wizard. The warlock sent a fireball into him that
sent him flying through the air. As he approached again, the little elf shot a
poisoned arrow right between his eyes. He was dead before he hit the ground.
Then, that wicked creature smiled and left in the direction of the border
between Renshaw and Burien,” finished the spy