Ties of Blood

• Title Page
  
• CHAPTER I
  
• CHAPTER II
  
• CHAPTER III
  
• CHAPTER IV
  
• CHAPTER V
  
• CHAPTER VI
  
• CHAPTER VII
  
• CHAPTER VIII
  
• CHAPTER IX
  
• CHAPTER X
  
• CHAPTER XI
  
• CHAPTER XII
  
• CHAPTER XIII
  
• CHAPTER XIV
  
• CHAPTER XV
  
• CHAPTER XVI
  
• CHAPTER XVII
  
• CHAPTER XVIII
  
• CHAPTER XIX
  
• CHAPTER XX
  
• CHAPTER XXI
  
• EPILOGUE
  

This book is dedicated to my sister who has always been there to help me when I was in need.

Ties of Blood

Copyright © D.W. Jackson Smashwords edition

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CHAPTER I

Eloen had watched in horror as Thad disappeared over the side of the battlements and into the throng of Ablaians massed below. She had only turned for a second to fight off an enemy that had reached the top of the ramparts and in that short time an Ablaian had engaged Darryl in battle and in their resulting clash Thad had been knocked over the edge.

Time stood still for her as that single moment was frozen in her mind. Ever since childhood she had spent most of her time among her aunt’s soldiers and guards. She named her best friends among the men who had served with her, but none of them had ever became more than that. In Thad she had found something different something more.

She didn’t completely understand the feelings she had for the boy who was more than a few years younger. Nor could she pinpoint the moment when her feeling had changed from playful teasing to sincere affection.

As time resumed around her the reality of what had just happened crushed down on her. Immense anger flared though her blood at the man who had taken him away. With her sword in hand still dripping blood from her last kill she turned in the direction of her target. Her retribution would go unanswered as she found the body of the man laying at Darryl’s feet.

Eloen wanted to scream out. She wanted to beat Darryl for robbing her of her vengeance. Before she could act on the impulse a loud explosion reverberated throughout the canyon. A few seconds later she was knocked from her feet as a small rock slammed into her back. Eloen recovered quickly and jumped to her feet.

She wasn’t the only one who had been knocked down almost everyone had been swept from their feet by either the force of the blast of from a piece of raining rock fragments. Carefully she walked over to the edge of the parapets and looked down on the enemy below. The two massive ladders that were being set up to help facilitate the enemy’s advancement had been torn asunder. And their forces that had once been in the tens of thousands had been decimated.

For a brief moment her heart stopped as she looked on what she believed was Thad trying to rise from the ground. Pulling a sight glass from her pouch she examined the man closer. It was Thad but he was wounded badly. His head and arms were bleeding badly and try as he might he couldn’t regain his footing.

Every cell in her body urged her to his aid but she knew it was hopeless. There was no way she could get them to open the gates in the middle of a siege and even if they agreed it would take hours for them to be able to take the field.

Her stomach tied in knots and her heart beat rapidly as she watched a group of Ablaians who had regained their senses advance on Thad. He was helpless laying on the ground unmoving as they kicked him hard in the chest a few times before finally picking him up and dragging him to the rear of their formation.

Eloen slumped to her knees and began banging the hilt of her sword on the cobblestone below her. The memory of their talk rang though her mind. He had promised to stay safe. He had promised to discuss a possible future with her, and now he was being dragged away.

“You promised!” Eloen bellowed tears streaking down her face.

She felt strong arms wrap around her a pick her from the ground. Looking up she saw Ballard’s serene face. He was a good man and had been her first real friend when she had been a child. He had been orphaned so her aunt had taken him in, letting him work on her estate for his living. As he aged he’d grown big and decided the army was the best place for him. It was a good choice and he was one of the best men to have at your back during a fight. While they were friends there were no romantic feelings between the two, though Ballard’s wife did get jealous of her some times.

Even though the battle was still going on Ballard carried her back to her room in the officer’s barracks. She ordered him to put her down a few times but he simply ignored her and continued on. She thought about hitting the man but as large as he was she knew all she would accomplish would be bruising her own hand.

Ballard sat her down on the bed with a gentleness one would have thought impossible for the hulking giant of a man. He never said anything just sat in the chair next to her bed and listened to her cry.

“Why?” Eloen said between sobs.

Ballard gave her a sympathetic look. “You know that anyone on a battlefield has a chance to die.”

Ballard was right of course she had always been prepared for one of her men to die. When Callen died she had been sad and mourned him but she didn’t get emotional. Why had Thad’s capture been so different? She cared for him she knew that, but she cared for all of her soldiers. What was so special about Thad that had affected her so? She didn’t know the answer and she doubted she ever would.

“What do you think they will do to him?” She asked in a mousey voice.

Ballard stood and paced back and forth in the room. “I don’t really know. I have heard a lot of horror stories about the Ablaian prisons. I don’t think they will kill him, but I don’t think he will enjoy his stay.”

Eloen let out a strangled noise as she turned on her side and pulled her pillow into her chest.

“I am going to go check on the battle. I shall return shortly.” Ballard said before quickly walking out of the room.

Eloen looked over her shoulder and watched the large man leave. As soon as the door was closed she rolled onto her back and started at the ceiling. She knew there was little hope of the Ablaians giving Thad back, even if the queen declared war. They had held the fort but they would be slaughtered if they ever tried to cross the border into Abla.

What could she do? Was Thad really lost to her forever? She couldn’t let that happen, no matter what she had to do. There weren’t many paths left to her, as far as she could tell there was only one.

Wiping the tears from her eyes Eloen sled off her bed. Her hands were shaking as she grabbed her pack from where it sat on the nightstand. Hastily she began to shove everything that she could think of inside the pack’s first section. The bag itself had been made by Thad to have different sections each able to hold the same amount as a standard travel pack. She could load down enough provisions to last a year and she could still easily carry it using only one hand.

There wasn’t much in her room she really needed. Her spare sword and battle harnesses, all of which had been enchanted by Thad to give added protection. Everywhere she looked around the room she saw Thad. Ever since she had met him he had done nothing but be kind and giving even when those around him abused him.

A lot of things she just didn’t understand. Even though the queen had branded him an outlaw he had helped protect her country. He had even come to the queen’s aid during an assassination attempt. What had he been given for his bravery? No medals or accolades, not even a simple thank you, but a long stay in the palace dungeon. When he had finally been freed he didn’t turn his back on the Queendom but had come to its aid again and helped push back the Ablaians from its borders.

If it had been her she would have told the queen to throw herself in the nearest river. While she didn’t understand why Thad had been so forgiving part of her loved that about him. She figured it was part of his training. Being raised to be a slave meant that one was to put those in power above themselves at all times. It wasn’t fair that anyone was brought up to serve others but she had to admit if others shared the same thoughts the world would be a much better place.

With the last of her gear stored away Eloen stood and turned leave. Instead she found herself standing in front of four of the soldiers of her unit. They were all good men and loyal but they also disregarded her orders when they thought it was in the best interest. It was frustrating and more than once she had considered punishing them for it, but on every occasion to date they had been right.

Shouldn’t all of you be manning your positions on the tower?” Eloen said trying her best to make her voice commanding when all she really wanted to do was collapse on the ground and hide from their stares of pity.

“We would but it doesn’t really seem necessary since the Ablaians are pulling back. That last attack of Thad’s devastated their troops. In truth it did a good amount of damage on this side of the wall as well. At least fifteen dead and many more wounded.” Alden said giving Eloen a sad smile.

“Packing to go home already? I figured we would stick around for a day or two at least.” Darryl said looking around the now empty room.

“No, I have something I have to take care of. The rest of you will stay here. Alden is in charge while I’m gone.”

“I don’t think so little sister.” Ballard said scowling at her.

“Don’t try and stop me.” Eloen said anger creeping into her voice.

“I don’t think anyone would try and stop you, not if they wanted to live a long life. Quite the opposite, we’re going with you.” Alden said flashing his disarming smile.

Eloen sat down on her bed. She hadn’t thought twice about her plan but she couldn’t drag all her men with her. Even if they succeeded in their task most of them would die. No it was better to keep it small.

“Ok, Darryl and Ballard can come with me. Alden I will need you to stay behind and take charge of the others.” Raising her hand she stopped him before he could start listing his objections. “I know it’s not fair, but you’re the only one among the men with any leadership abilities short of Ballard, and I know it will be useless to leave him behind now that he knows what I plan.”

“And you think I will?” Alden said crossing his arms over his chest.

“I know you will, for all your bluster you know the men need someone to lead them, and you’re the best choice. We have to travel light the more people we bring the more of a target we will become, otherwise I would take everyone with me.”

Alden face fell. “I don’t like it, but I can’t argue with your logic. I hope you know your aunt is going to have me thrown in the stockades when she learns I didn’t stop you from running off on this fool of an errand.”

Though Alden’s tone was joking there was a hint of truth in his words. Her aunt would be furious once she found out about her little foray, and Alden would be the obvious target for her rage. Luckily her aunt was rational and wouldn’t be too hard on him, she hoped.