Alamer Book 1: the Tale of Alys (Draft)

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The Necromancer

The head cook smiled at me and patted my head. I hugged back with a silly grin.

“Cookie! I’m so glad you’re alright!”

“Shh, keep your voice down, milady.” He put a finger to his lips. “What brings you back to this place? It is dangerous to be here.”

“I know, but I need your help one last time. The people need to eat.”

“I know, milady. We’ve been trying to get food out the past few days, but-“

“There hasn’t been a way to efficiently carry out the goods. Which is why we need to use your bag.” The assassin crossed her arms over her chest.

I handed over the bag. “Please put in as many loaves of bread, or any sort of food really, as you can spare Cookie. Just like old times.”

“This time doesn’t involve me leaving crates for you to hand out food from, they’ve been watching for those. I’ll give you what I can.” Cookie shuffled off towards the pantry. The assassin watched out the kitchen door while I helped. Apples, carrots, bread, even some fresh meat pastries went into the bag. It wasn’t long before nearly half of everything already baked went inside the bag.

Cookie handed me back the bag, now heavy with the goods. I struggled to place the strap onto my shoulder. The assassin came over and lifted the bag with ease.

“Come on, we need to go.” She motioned towards the opening in the floor.

I nodded and hugged Cookie one last time, enjoying the floury smell of the portly cook, memorizing it as best as I could. He patted my head and quietly pushed me towards the opening. The assassin jumped down into the sewer first, followed by me. Cookie pushed the opening shut, replacing the tile.

“Come on.” The assassin started walking away as I recast the light spell, hurrying after her.

She said nothing on the way back, leading the way back to where we entered. She handed me the bag.

“Wait here. You’ll have to lift it up to me once I get up there.”

“I’ll try.”

“You will do it.” She jumped up and pushed off the lid.

I watched her climb out, then lean back in for the bag. I tried to jump, the weight of the bag keeping me from getting any higher. She sighed, annoyed as I tried again. This time she managed to grasp the strap and lift it out of the sewer. I watched her disappear, and waited for her to return.

She didn’t.

I groaned and tried to grab for handholds I couldn’t see. I heard her laugh before she reached back in, offering me her hands. I frowned and grabbed her hands, letting her hoist me up.

“Next time, wait longer.”

“There won’t be a next time.” I muttered, looking around.

She had already passed out food to the people.

“I’ve sent others to pass out food, told them to share.”

“Thanks.” I smiled a bit.

She grabbed my arm, the one that had been scratched by the pitchfork. “What happened here?”

“I was scratched when the guards were searching the carts.”

“That’s not a scratch, you were cut. You need to get that patched up, or the dogs on the other end will smell your blood.”

“I’ll use a salve then; I have one in my bag.”

She handed over my bag, stopping to pull out a pastry. I cursed quickly to myself.

“What?”

“The dogs will smell the food.”

“Your bag will keep the smell in. Just don’t eat.”

My stomach growled as I reached into my bag for the salve. I spread just a little onto the cut, wincing as it stung, and wiped the excess onto the skirt of my dress.

“My, what a pleasant surprise… my target is where I least expected to see her.” A dark male voice spoke behind us.

I froze, I recognized the voice immediately. The assassin grabbed me and put a dagger to my throat, forcing me to face the necromancer.

He smirked, enjoying how frightened I looked.

“Don’t worry, assassin. I won’t take her yet. My orders were to snag her on the road. Though, it is nice seeing what she looks like.”

“Then be on your way, or I will kill her.”

He frowned, stepping towards us. She pressed the blade harder to my throat. I started crying quietly, the blade was hurting me.

“Eilonwy..?” He looked at me curiously, almost as if I were familiar to him.

Before I could even ask who that was, he disappeared into the darkness of the night. The blade on my throat was removed, and the assassin turned me to face her. She frowned.

“Sorry, I cut your neck.” She grabbed the salve from my hand and applied it to the wound. “Who was that guy and why is he after you?”

“He is a necromancer working for the Dark One. He’s supposed to capture me.”

“Why you?”

“He was ordered to. They want me for my power. I can’t let them take me; I have to find the lost princess of Alame.”

“The lost princess, eh? Good luck with that. My master might know where she is. I’ll see if I can get you any information, to return the favor for helping me and letting me hold you hostage.”

I nodded. “Any information will help.”

“Will do. Don’t worry about me finding you, I have my ways.”

“Alright.”

She smiled. “I haven’t told you my name yet.”

I was slightly startled by the change of conversation. “N-no you haven’t.”

“I am Lynx, master assassin of the Sjyno Vaul.” She shook my hand. “I’ll be seeing you later.”

Before I could say anything she vanished. I walked back over to the cart, climbed in, and went back into hiding, waiting for Verulus and the driver. It wasn’t long before I fell asleep.

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