The Eternal Champion: The Eternal Champion Sequence 1
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John Daker dreams of other worlds, and a name: Erekosë. He finds the strength to answer the call, travelling to a strange land ruled by the aging King Rigenos of Necranal. Humanity is united in a desperate fight against the inhuman Eldren, and he must fight with them. But the actions of his brethren turns his loyalties, and as Erekosë he will take a terrible revenge.
“To the Eldren camp!” I called back, and laughed at their consternation. The herald turned in his saddle, hearing the hoofbeats of my horse. “Lord Erekosë?” he said questioningly. “Ride on, herald—and I’ll ride with you.” And so, together, we came at last to the Eldren camp, and we stopped as the outer guards hailed us. “What would you here, humans?” some low-ranking officer asked, peering with his blue-flecked eyes through the gloom. The moon came out and shone silver. I took my banner from
with their presence. But that is a notion. It is no nearer the truth, I suppose, than any other. One might also argue that I was about to achieve the catharsis that would rid me of any ambivalence; banish my nightmares; cleanse my psyche. In the month I spent preparing for the great war against the Eldren, I saw but little of my betrothed and, finally, ceased to seek her out, concentrating instead on the plans for the campaigns we intended to fight. I developed the strictly controlled mind of
battle. We continued with our original plans and at length were ready to sail for the Outer Islands at World’s Edge. The gateway to the Ghost Worlds which we intended to close. Then we sailed. It was a long and arduous sailing, that one, before we sighted the bleak cliffs of the Outer Islands and prepared ourselves for the invasion. Roldero was with me. But it was a grim Roldero, a silent Roldero who had made himself, as I had, into nothing but an instrument of war. Warily we sailed in. The
do.” Arjavh and I mounted the steps to the battlements and I saw relief in the herald’s eyes as he noted I was unharmed. “I have been talking with Prince Arjavh,” I said. “And I have been thinking deeply. Our men are weary beyond endurance and the Eldren are now only a few, with just this city in their possession. We could take Loos Ptokai, but I see no point to it. Let us be generous victors, my marshals. Let us declare a truce.” “A truce, Lord Erekosë!” Count Roldero’s eyes widened. “Would
you, Iolinda,” I said. “No,” she said. “No. You do not.” “I will,” I said desperately. “If peace with the Eldren comes about…” Again her wide eyes blazed. “You insult me, my lord. Not on those terms, Erekosë. Never. You are guilty of high treason against us. The people already speak of you as a traitor.” “But I conquered a continent for them. I took Mernadin.” “All but Loos Ptokai—where your wanton Eldren bitch waits for you.” “Iolinda! That is not true!” But it was almost true. “You are