Exodus: The Windwalker Archive: Book 3 (Legends of Agora) by Michael James Ploof Page A
Authors: Michael James Ploof
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walked up to the floor of the landing. A wide, circular room opened before them, and Talon marveled yet again at the cleverness of the elves’ magic.
His heart yearned to create such wonders.
“Is it possible for humans to create such wonders?” he asked.
“You have a magic all your own,” said Azzeal.
“Sure,” said Talon. “But can your magic be taught to humans?”
“No. It is forbidden to meddle in such ways. Humans must rediscover magic on their own.”
“ Rediscover? ” said Talon, intrigued.
Azzeal grinned at him and shook his head.
“What you call my magic, then eh?” Gretzen asked.
“Sorry, Amma. It’s just…look at all of this.”
Gretzen scoffed. “You seen nothing,” she said.
“Please, join me on the balcony. If my star map is correct, there will be a meteor shower tonight in the northwest,” said Azzeal.
The balcony was located above the main living quarters and was open-aired, offering a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the surrounding land. To the east the Thousand Falls roared dully. To the north a forest grew out of the long valleys and swamplands. Looking south, talon saw a large forest far in the distance that blanketed the horizon, working its way east where the river reflected the starry sky.
“Unfortunately, the moon is two weeks waning and brighter than I would wish. Still, it should be a good display,” said Azzeal.
They sat on the balcony, drinking honey water and watching the celestial display. Shooting stars streaked across the sky every few minutes. Always they came from the northwest, and therefore their reflections on the river paralleled them, distorted by the turbulent water though they were.
Talon told them both of his plans to investigate the lead about Akerri being on Belldon Island, and his intentions to afterward fulfill his promise to free the Skomm.
“And where will we put them all?” Gretzen asked.
Talon didn’t at first understand. Seeing this, she elaborated. “You free thousands of Skomm, then what you do? They no live on Volnoss after big fight. So where they go?”
“Well, couldn’t they just live in Agora?” Talon asked.
“All of Agora owned by someone. Who give up land for them?”
Talon lit up. “Isladon took in the last batch of Skomm slaves. Slavery is illegal there.”
“Few hundred big difference from twenty thousand.”
“She is right,” said Azzeal. “That many refugees will have great trouble finding a city willing to take them in.”
“Would the elves take them in? Could we live here in Elladrindellia?”
“If I had my way, yes,” said Azzeal.
“You seemed good friends with Prince Zerafin. Perhaps you could put the idea in his ear.”
“We have agreed to be your allies, but that is a far stretch from taking your people in. No, your path does not end here anyway. You will find a country of your own, I think.”
Talon eyed the elusive elf. “Well then, what do you know? It would be a lot easier if you just tell me where we end up.”
“I have not seen such a thing in my visions.”
Talon sighed and slumped in his chair a little. He was tired. The day had been long and the drink had flowed freely.
Seeing his discouragement, Azzeal pointed out a particularly bright star and tried to lighten the mood with a story of its origin. All the while Talon wondered what the elf was not telling him.
Where would so many Skomm go? And better yet, how would they get them all off the island?
Chapter 11
Elven Hospitality
I believe that we have gained a great ally in the Skomm of Volnoss.
-Azzeal, Keeper of the Windwalker Archive
As soon as the sun rose, Talon was up and ready to tell Argath the good news. He was pleasantly surprised to see Azzeal sitting at the table and drinking tea with Zerafin.
“Ah, young Windwalker, I see that you are eager to begin the day. Excellent,” said Zerafin.
“I am,” said Talon, unable to hide his grin.
“If you would like, you are free to summon your
His heart yearned to create such wonders.
“Is it possible for humans to create such wonders?” he asked.
“You have a magic all your own,” said Azzeal.
“Sure,” said Talon. “But can your magic be taught to humans?”
“No. It is forbidden to meddle in such ways. Humans must rediscover magic on their own.”
“ Rediscover? ” said Talon, intrigued.
Azzeal grinned at him and shook his head.
“What you call my magic, then eh?” Gretzen asked.
“Sorry, Amma. It’s just…look at all of this.”
Gretzen scoffed. “You seen nothing,” she said.
“Please, join me on the balcony. If my star map is correct, there will be a meteor shower tonight in the northwest,” said Azzeal.
The balcony was located above the main living quarters and was open-aired, offering a three-hundred-and-sixty-degree view of the surrounding land. To the east the Thousand Falls roared dully. To the north a forest grew out of the long valleys and swamplands. Looking south, talon saw a large forest far in the distance that blanketed the horizon, working its way east where the river reflected the starry sky.
“Unfortunately, the moon is two weeks waning and brighter than I would wish. Still, it should be a good display,” said Azzeal.
They sat on the balcony, drinking honey water and watching the celestial display. Shooting stars streaked across the sky every few minutes. Always they came from the northwest, and therefore their reflections on the river paralleled them, distorted by the turbulent water though they were.
Talon told them both of his plans to investigate the lead about Akerri being on Belldon Island, and his intentions to afterward fulfill his promise to free the Skomm.
“And where will we put them all?” Gretzen asked.
Talon didn’t at first understand. Seeing this, she elaborated. “You free thousands of Skomm, then what you do? They no live on Volnoss after big fight. So where they go?”
“Well, couldn’t they just live in Agora?” Talon asked.
“All of Agora owned by someone. Who give up land for them?”
Talon lit up. “Isladon took in the last batch of Skomm slaves. Slavery is illegal there.”
“Few hundred big difference from twenty thousand.”
“She is right,” said Azzeal. “That many refugees will have great trouble finding a city willing to take them in.”
“Would the elves take them in? Could we live here in Elladrindellia?”
“If I had my way, yes,” said Azzeal.
“You seemed good friends with Prince Zerafin. Perhaps you could put the idea in his ear.”
“We have agreed to be your allies, but that is a far stretch from taking your people in. No, your path does not end here anyway. You will find a country of your own, I think.”
Talon eyed the elusive elf. “Well then, what do you know? It would be a lot easier if you just tell me where we end up.”
“I have not seen such a thing in my visions.”
Talon sighed and slumped in his chair a little. He was tired. The day had been long and the drink had flowed freely.
Seeing his discouragement, Azzeal pointed out a particularly bright star and tried to lighten the mood with a story of its origin. All the while Talon wondered what the elf was not telling him.
Where would so many Skomm go? And better yet, how would they get them all off the island?
Chapter 11
Elven Hospitality
I believe that we have gained a great ally in the Skomm of Volnoss.
-Azzeal, Keeper of the Windwalker Archive
As soon as the sun rose, Talon was up and ready to tell Argath the good news. He was pleasantly surprised to see Azzeal sitting at the table and drinking tea with Zerafin.
“Ah, young Windwalker, I see that you are eager to begin the day. Excellent,” said Zerafin.
“I am,” said Talon, unable to hide his grin.
“If you would like, you are free to summon your
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