An American Fantasy Novel series
Warriors Of The Mystic Moons by S.A. Laughlin
Series Excerpt
Commander Fraanel led her warriors quickly and quietly through the giant forest of Myam. She could feel the thrum of tension vibrating steadily as they approached the Land Between. It was as the Enlightened One had foretold! It was in the very air they breathed. “Captain Sirel,” she commanded. “We will rest here for a moment. Break out the battle armor.”
The Captain turned silently; her body moved with lithe grace. She signaled for the packhorses to be unloaded. The women worked swiftly and silently as they unpacked the bright metallic breastplates and girdles.
The long, single plait of hair hanging past their waists was drawn up and entwined with the single coronet they placed on their heads. There was no conversation, no wasted movement. They were warriors and behaved as such. Spear tips, knives, and swords were highly polished and sharpened. The archer’s arrow tips were, likewise, honed to a razor's edge and gleamed wickedly.
Each warrior went about her business with a calm sureness. Equipment was checked and re-checked. They would not be found lacking in their ability to carry out their duty.
A shadow flickered in the depth of the forest. It was the only indication of the advance scouts returning to the main force.
The scouts went straight to the Commander to report. “They are here. Just as the Enlightened One foresaw. We observed closely. I saw with my own eyes the monster,” she stated calmly, “it was devoured by the swamp and disappeared.” Her breath was calm and her voice matter-of-fact, but Commander Fraanel had seen the excitement expressed in the piercingly bright yellow of the scout’s eyes.
“Is the advance guard in place and prepared to initiate the necessary action?” she asked.
“Yes, they are in position and ready,” the scout replied stoically.
Commander Fraanel turned to the assembled warriors and ordered, “Prepare to move out. We leave immediately.” She turned to the scout and gave a direct order, “Notify all the Captains.”
The scout gave a nod of assent. Both warriors clenched their right fist and brought it sharp against their left breastplate in a salute. A distinct clang resonated as metal bracelets hit metal breastplates.
The thread of excitement began to weave its spell within the Commander, as her eyes brightened from a tawny gold to the bright yellow of the warrior.
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