The Ice Clan: Collision of Fire and Ice: Post One

(c) Sonja Pieper, Eilean Donan Castle. I can just see this castle in Danarn one of the Lands of Four Cities.

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–Susan Elliott

Fergus leaned into the boulder covering his position, comfortably knowing that Magnus couldn’t see him. He signaled to Rhymus. Instantly the still of the meadow was broken with metallic clinks and ear-splitting battle cries.

Fergus stood revealing himself and towering over the carnage as Magnus, of the clan Maekel, advanced upon him. Raising his crooked white staff above his head, Fergus called to the goddess Lorna. Blue light shot outwards from the rod. In a second it was over. Magnus and his army were thrown back flat. Grasping for their swords and shields they turned and ran. As long as Fergus stood watch, there was no attack that could defeat the clan Elohite.

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Karn awoke with a start, vivid images flooding his mind. It had been a long time since he’d had the dream. He rubbed his sleepy eyes before scouring the snow bank that hugged the mountain pass. He was a child when Fergus and his father, Rhymus, had defeated Fridtjof Maekel and his war band. He could still smell the battle, taste the magic. Karn had watched the entire scene unfold as he hid behind the great story tree. Rhymus and Fergus had never known he was there.
He wondered why the goddess had brought the dream back to him. The images left an unsettling feeling that made his breath hang in his throat. Standing he drew his fur skin wrap tighter to his body, and then stowed his wool blanket inside his saddle bag. He mounted Albin his great white horse, and led him in the direction of Bardai. The pass was familiar, through the years horse and rider had traveled it countless times. Karn shuffled in his seat until he was situated comfortably in his well-worn saddle.

The morning air was crisp, but not unbearably so. Karn watched as a grosbeak soared through the cloudy grew sky. It’s call piercing the stillness. His blue eyes trekked its path until the looming rocks obscured it from his sight. An almost electric feeling flooded his body as Albin continued their ascent between ice covered boulders and frozen springs. The land of Bardai was beautiful no matter the season, but in the deep of winter it had become a crystalline palace. Its magnificence was not lost on Karn, but it was the first winter he’d truly appreciated his family lands. He felt more alive than he had in years.

Karn’s mind drifted to Elenora. He knew she would be waiting with a warm supper of rabbit stew, and a glass of honey mead. He longed to see her raven hair, pale white skin and emerald eyes even more than he desired the food for which his empty stomach ached.

He reached into his pouch and withdrew a handful of dried meat chips. They were salty and small but had just enough substance to stay his hunger. He placed the meat between his cheek and gums, sucking the flavor and salt from the meat and enjoying its smoky taste. His thoughts turned back towards Elenora.

A few weeks had been too long for a newly married man to be apart from his wife. The desire inside him roared as he thought about her lying beside him in their bed. He missed the warmth of her skin and the soft rose-petal feel of her lips hungrily devouring his own. His body ached from his recent hunt, but his longing outweighed the pain, so he urged Albin forward quickening their pace.

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