Storms of Destiny
The Exiles of Boq'urain
Chapter OneJezzil
A gleam of westering sun pierced the dimness of the forest,
turning the light from emerald to pale jade tinged with gold.
Jezzil squinted, momentarily dazzled, then straightened in
his saddle. Ahead of him lay shorter trees, scraggly underbrush,
then the amber gleam of late summer crops. The climate
was mild, this far south. The people of Taenareth were
justifiably proud of their clement winters. The young
Chonao warrior regarded the vista ahead with satisfaction
and a touch of relief. At last! I was beginning to think we'd
have to ride through this forest until the end of time.
His knees tightened fractionally as his hands closed on
the reins. Beneath him, Falar halted as smoothly as flowing
water. Jezzil raised a hand, and the horsemen behind him
drew rein. The young soldier had been raised in the fertile,
forested lowlands of Ktavao, and his experience with this
kind of terrain had led the captain to appoint the young
Chonao the lead scout for this mission -- an assignment he'd
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