《New Legends: A New Chapter in an Old Book》Chapter 11: The Garrison [The Eyes]
Advertisement
Kain opened his eyes. Before his vision could clear, he was struck by sharp pain. It was a migraine, a particularly painful one at that. Snapping his eyes closed, he rubbed his temples furiously. It never really did anything, but he had no alternate ways of alleviating headaches.
After a few minutes of mental screaming and temple rubbing, he was starting to conquer the pain. Aware that the bed he was sleeping on was not his own, with the pain subsiding, his concern grew. He needed information, but forewent making any noise or sneaking any peaks until he had wrestled control over his brain. Trying to make decisions while your mind was working against you was a terrible plan. He was safe and apparently in good hands considering the coziness of the bed, so he didn’t need to be impatient.
Since when were you such a wuss?
I’d ask since when did you become so useless, but you’ve never actually been useful.
I'd call saving your life pretty useful.
First of all, if I die, you die. That’s called self-preservation. Second, what?
Your powers, who do you think activated those? It sure as hell wasn’t you.
Oh and I’m supposed to believe it was you? Sir Almighty God who has come down to grace my mind with his presence?
Ignoring you weak attempt at sarcasm-
Shoot yourself.
-and the fact its ‘God Almighty’-
Twice.
-Yes, it was indeed me.
R I G H T. When I start believing that the voice in my head is magical, I’ll have truly gone insane.
Well. I mean. You still talk to the voice in your head. How sane can yo—
Cutting off the riveting discussion going on in Kain’s mind, someone was opening what sounded like a door. Kain immediately stopping rubbing the sides of his head and moved into a natural sleeping position. He made sure to make as little noticeable noise or movement as possible. It seemed to have worked, the person who walked in made no indication of knowing Kain was awake. They silently walked to a spot to the right of him and picked something up.
Advertisement
From the footsteps that sounds like a woman. What did she just pick up though?
The woman gave him no more information. Having accomplished her reason for being in the room, she quietly left. From the slight gap between the moment she left the room and the moment she closed the door, Kain could at least gather that whatever she was holding required both her hands.
She must have picked up a tray. Was it food? Wait, was she a maid?
The woman’s sudden appearance had done nothing but intensify his concern. He had no clue where he could possible be. Worse yet, the woman reminded him that he had no clue where his mother could possibly be.
She’s fine. She sprained her ankle, but Mark and Sandra are taking care of her. And yes, that woman was a maid. She just picked up your dinner.
Kain furrowed his brow.
Dinner?
----------
The head of the garrison, Emont Timo, put down the reports he was reading, “Why hasn’t he been on our watchlist before this?”
His assistant, Carter, provided the answer, “From the information we have, even outside of school and his apprenticeship he largely stays to himself. I would assume his strange appearance has something to do with that.”
Maleek cut in, “Even so, no one knew has a malsir. We should be discussing how to recruit him.”
“We are not employing a child." Emont was growing tired of Maleek's attempts to recruit the child, "I will not repeat myself again.”
Maleek still wasn't willing to back down however, “With all due respect sir, even if we were to ignore the fact that every report we have says his maturity level far exceeds his age, he can manifest sahirlah. You were not there to witness his power, but trust me when I say we can not afford to not employ him.”
The various leaders of the garrison were discussing what to do with Kain. It had been a couple of days since the bandit attack and they were looking for ways to increase the security of the town. A blueprint for walls had already been approved by the Baron’s younger brother. Now, with an expanded budget, the garrison was tasked with recruiting more soldiers and improving their training. In their search for eligible youths, the second-in-command brought up a white haired malsir that could seemingly do the impossible. He had actually brought the boy up the very night the bandits attacked, but no one believed him at the time. They had all lived through the ‘sahirlah craze’ and knew better than to believe in malsirs that could use red sahir. It wasn’t until the head of the Goldenheart scouting party came in requesting to see the boy, that they started to take his words a bit more seriously. Not seriously enough to believe them, but enough to look into it. Funny enough, as the garrison started looking for witnesses to corroborate Maleek’s story, a rumor about a young Imurian malsir saving the women and children that were kidnapped by the bandits was spreading like wildfire. No less than half the town was talking about it. The interesting point of the rumor wasn’t even that he was a hero, it was that he was God’s disciple. He was a malsir that could use sahirlah.
Advertisement
Unlike the townsfolk, the garrison knew exactly who that young malsir was. He was resting in Maleeks guest room. His name was Kain Basileus.
Doing a bit of digging, they discovered he was seen as a genius. The higher ups at the local school watched his development closely. Having promoted him to the apprentice level at an incredibly young age, they marvelled at how quickly he adjusted to its difficulty. In the five years since he had done nothing but perform excellently. Even the professionals and experts he worked under in that time gave stellar reviews. From the blacksmith to the herbalist, they all spoke highly of him. The only negative remarks any of them gave was his inclination towards isolation. He was eager to learn, but he stayed clear of group work and never stayed under one mentor for too long. The only exception being his most recent job at the tax office. Outside of school and work, he only frequented the library. It appeared he didn’t have any hobbies outside of reading. In summary, he was a prodigy.
Emont rubbed his forehead, “Maleek. I appreciate your efforts, but this conversation ends here. In light of your Imurian origins and the oddity of the situation in question, I’ll let this event slide.”
“But sir—”
Emont had, had enough, “Stand down! That is an order! This is a matter of tradition.” Maleek finally ceded and Emont continued. “Now, his identity as a malsir does allow for a bit of leeway. Carter. Does the school run any combat courses for malsirs?"
Carter rubbed his trimmed beard, “I don’t believe so. There are only two malsirs left in town not linked to any house. Of the two, one is the herbalist and the other is asking you to recruit the boy.”
“The school has no malsirs?”
Carter got up and walked to the large wooden file cabinet against the wall. Looking through, he picked out a folder and passed it to the head, “The baron hired the four they used to have last month.”
Reading through the document in front of him, he was shocked. “Why am I just hearing about this?”
“It happened during your trip to Gelis. When you returned you said to focus on getting more information on the ban—”
“Yes, yes. I remember now.” The head sighed. As much as he wasn’t willing to enlist a 16 year old, from everything he’d heard he couldn’t afford to ignore him either.
Maleek coughed. “Well. If we can’t recruit him. I’ll just train him myself.”
Advertisement
Wings of Sorrow
Tension permeates the city of Bleakridge as forces within its walls struggle for supremacy. Grim Thorne, the disinherited son of the Earl, is a fly caught in the web of power struggles between these forces. When Grim closes his eyes, he can still see the bodies piled high from the first day of occupation. The day he was branded a bastard in the southern fashion. The day his father let them. Soldiers from the south bearing green cloaks and royal seals maintain order in the streets of Bleakridge, ensuring that the lifeblood of commerce continues to flow through the port city. In the slums beyond the outer wall, the Sons of the Reaper lurk. Some call them heroes, others villains. But all fear them for their relentless devotion to the old ways and the freedom that entails. In the castle above the city, resides the Earl of Bleakridge. The man who bent the knee and saved the lives of his people, if not their souls. After twenty years of occupation, the tension is coming to a head and Grim has to choose. Sympathetic to the Sons, duty bound to his father, and forced into service to the king. He must rise above the brand on his neck and decide where his true loyalties lie. But, after so long, it can be hard to tell who is deserving of loyalty. The King’s men who enforce order with a blood-soaked iron fist? The Sons who more resemble terrorists and crime lords than revolutionaries? Or the father who watches the bloodshed and does nothing? In the end, it is always the place of the young to bear the sins of the old.
8 201Lightning Heroic
Chasing a demon through a rift, Vale finds himself in Aimsir-- a Celtic world controlled by game rules. No one remembers anything about who they are or where they're from, except Vale. Transformed into a member of the Sidhe race, Vale tries to piece together why he has arrived, and where his lost companions have vanished to. Unable to control his leveling, he tries to rely on strategy, craftiness, and his sense of humor to survive in this strange new place, and hopefully unravel the mystery of his arrival-- at least until he's killed again. ----------------------- Lightning Heroic is a fairly crunchy, isekai (portal fantasy) LitRPG Light Novel. Each chapter has full-color illustrations from @desutroyah . For the High Quality Cover Art, visit this link: https://imgur.com/a/f8SQqDA Lightning Heroic includes: Crafting, Weak to Strong MC, Base building, and lots of Guilds For fans of manga/anime, adventure, and main characters who are not OP.
8 80TUW
...
8 197Thieves' Den
A retired modern thief died on his way to an island paradise. Only to appear in a young lad that died from hunger and being wound. Watch as the man find a dungeon and turn it into a thieves den in the medieval slum district.
8 184Shadowlove
Princess Yasuline Mona Lights has lived her life only within the grounds of her castle home. Only understanding the world of Atlas through stories by the castle workers and the incredible adventure stories from her father. However, her life took a change on the day she met the infamous assassin who is called the White Reaper. After being saved from an assassination attempt from a united band of demons. She is then flung out to the world of Atlas on a quest to find the group and stop them before they strike again and hopefully prove herself to be an incredible adventurer just like her father.
8 175Re-Ordaining of the Chosen
Alea cheerfully hummed as she descended the steps, brimming in upbeat while her colleague, Quarren Leos, shot her a look of skepticism. “So… were you right about him?” he asked doubtfully. She came to a stop for a moment, her humming falling silent before she shook her head, waving her medium length light-blonde hair from side to side. “I was wrong about him.” Quarren raised an eyebrow in confusion at the convoluted response.“But you seem quite happy?” he asked again. “Because I am. But I was wrong about him. He was… so much more than I ever expected.” Alea looked at the sky overhead with a smile. “That boy… no, that man, is amazing. I firmly believe he will come to stand on top of any adversary he faces. He is destined. He is Chosen.” Quarren snorted as he stepped past, shaking his head. “Okay. Each to their own beliefs but you’re sounding like a nutjob. That skinny twig? Everyone calls him a cripple, you know,” he shook his head.“Rumours are always false, Leos,” Alea answered with a disapproving shake of her head. “You wouldn’t know. He is so, so much more.” “I saw him with my own two eyes. I didn’t see anything redeeming,” Quarren rebutted. “Well…” Alea chuckled. “You haven’t seen what I’ve seen.” In the year 917 of the Imperial Calendar, the Great War had just ended between dozens of nations. Farrien welcomed home millions of troops and warriors with the Archdukes of Aerianne and Kanaria leading them at the forefront. Since the founding of Farrien, the Aerianne and Kanarian Archduchies have been pillars upholding the Kingdom from enemies. It was common belief that they possessed special blood blessed by the Goddess Stecia, who gifted the lineage to the first King of Farrien when he first founded the country. All were ecstatic when the current generation of the two Archduchy's, after the war, agreed to let their children wed. The excitement was short-lived however when the Aerianne Princess proved to be a dragoness among men but the Kanarian Prince was worse than even mediocre. The Prince disappeared and the wedding was shortly forgotten as society lived on. Until one day the Young Heir of Kanaria returned to Farrien a changed man, bringing demise with him. Follow the story of the Chosen ordained by the Goddess of Time as he returns to the past to right his wrongs and set things back straight again! Many thanks to xSTAYc for the cover design and various co-creative elements in the conscription phase! :p
8 102