The Fated Swords (Mystics of V'nairia #1) Read Free

question, Zander had joined the militia and after all this time he had never thought about the fact that he may have to kill someone.
    “Why must we kill the mystics? They don’t mean us any harm?” Zander asked.
    Vallus shook his head disappointed. “Do you know nothing brother? The mystics have the means to overtake the government and enslave us all.” Vallus explained.
    Zander was one of the few people in the city that did not believe this, for Zander knew that the judges themselves could use magicks but are not themselves persecuted for being different. The government was already quite corrupt the way it was. He had already known Vallus’ opinion on the matter as well; he hadn’t hated the mystics either. He was just following the Lieutenant and his father’s orders.
    “Im here to see how you will fare on the battlefield, fight me brother!” Vallus shouted as he released his sword. Zander noticed something in vallus’ eyes, they were dark and cold.
    “No! I won’t fight you!” Zander shouted back.
    The wind began to pick up in the garden; Zander could hear the leaves rustling in the trees. Quickly Vallus appeared behind Zander.
    “He’s so fast.” Zander thought to himself as Vallus delivered a kick to his side. Zander fell to his knees,
    “If you don’t fight, you will end up dead and your dreams will mean nothing.” Vallus stated as he lunged at Zander with his sword,
    Zander had quickly blocked it with his own. “You’re crazy, what is wrong with you?” Zander asked him but there was no reply. Vallus knocked Zander off his balance, and grabbed him by his shirt lifting him up above him.
    “You have to realize pain in all its forms, not just emotional but physical too.” Vallus said as he launched his fist into Zander’s gut so hard he couldn’t even let out a whimper. He threw Zander to the ground on his back, Zander tried to get up but it was useless, he couldn’t move a muscle.
    Vallus hovered over him blade in hand, “The strong survive, whilst the weak die!” Vallus shouted as his sword came down towards Zander’s face.
    Zander closed his eyes because at that moment he realized he was going to die, and he couldn’t do anything to stop it. He was weak, he never realized just how weak until that moment in time. The blade made a sudden stop on the top of his nose. Blood made a narrow stream down the side of his face which mixed with the salty stream of tears coming from his right eye. Before Zander fainted he looked at Vallus and thought to himself, he wasn’t dead he was very much alive. Vallus wasn’t trying to kill him; he was trying to show him the intensity of a real battle. Suddenly everything went black.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter II
    The Infamous Thief
     
    Zander awoke the next day; he had laid there asking himself if what he had experienced was a dream. He walked over to the mirror and examined the small scar on the top of his nose. He had barely touched it with his fingertip and it burned, someone had tended to it while he was asleep. It must have been Vallus, it’s obvious that was how he arrived back home. There was a tap at the door,
    Vallus entered in his uniform. “Ready to go? You don’t want to be late for debriefing.” He smiled looking at Zander.
    Was this the same person? The same Vallus that Zander had met in the garden last night? It couldn’t have been , it was as if he had two personalities. Zander had gotten ready and packed his things and together they headed off to headquarters.
    “Zander I want to apologize about last night, I just didn’t want you to go into battle unprepared.” Vallus explained himself.
    “I thought you were going to kill me!” Zander shouted at him.
    Vallus laughed, “Are you kidding? I was going easy on you brother.” He said.
    A chill came over Zander’s body, going easy? He thought. If that’s easy could you imagine him being serious? I feel sorry for any mystic willing to cross his path. They had made their way into