{"id":24531,"date":"2021-04-19T08:21:20","date_gmt":"2021-04-19T12:21:20","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tellest.com\/?p=24531"},"modified":"2021-08-24T08:05:44","modified_gmt":"2021-08-24T12:05:44","slug":"dapriles-fools-second-chapter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tellest.com\/dapriles-fools-second-chapter\/","title":{"rendered":"D’Aprile’s Fools – Second Chapter"},"content":{"rendered":"

D\u2019Aprile\u2019s Fools<\/strong><\/p>\n

A Tale by Michael DeAngelo<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

Chapter Two: Refuge in Revenge<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

His muscles ached, a painful reminder of the hours he\u2019d spent in his hole, avoiding the scrutiny of the Ebon Hammer.\u00a0 Frederic hadn\u2019t encountered any more of the mercenaries while he rested behind the bridge\u2019s pier, but he reminded himself repeatedly that he couldn\u2019t scurry away until the darkness had enveloped the town.<\/p>\n

The mud was caked onto his skin then, leeching away any warmth he might have been able to muster.\u00a0 He dared not rake it off though\u2014even after he entered Tiltham Forest\u2014just in case prying eyes in marvelous helmets were pointed in his direction.\u00a0 With luck, any of the heat his body gave off then would be construed as a squirrel or a rabbit, and he\u2019d be ignored.<\/p>\n

Frederic didn\u2019t care that he\u2019d entered the woods hours before.\u00a0 The Ebon Hammer was relentless, so he had to be as well.<\/p>\n

Tiltham Forest was the smallest major forest in Blacklehn, and, surrounded by the Grand Falmere Forest\u2014the largest woodland not only in the country, but indeed, the continent of Draconis as well\u2014it would have seemed a miniscule speck on a map of the region.\u00a0 But for a single man, traversing at night, it was a dangerous trek and one that would not soon be finished.<\/p>\n

The exhausted warrior traveled light, only the clothes on his back and his sword at his side.\u00a0 In days where he could have better planned the treacherous journey through Tiltham he would have prepared a bow and a quiver of arrows, with hopes that he could acquire a meal during the trip.\u00a0 But on that dreary winter evening, he knew that even had he risked bringing a bow, he would never have felt confident that his cooking fire wouldn\u2019t be seen, even miles into the forest.\u00a0 There were eyes everywhere, he reminded himself.<\/p>\n

Still, he would have to break from his seclusion eventually.\u00a0 There were no guarantees of a derelict house at his next destination, and he would have to start his search for others who were willing to help him in his quest to bring down members of the Ebon Hammer.\u00a0 And, if he was lucky, he could find someone willing to feed him in exchange for manual labor.<\/p>\n

On the other side of Tiltham, a small town called Galden stood.\u00a0 They were known for being hunters as well, though they didn\u2019t prey on people.\u00a0 They were good people from what Frederic heard of them, and they mostly kept to themselves.<\/p>\n

That might not have served him well, as he knew he needed those who had been gifted by the Strain, or at least their sympathizers, if he hoped to stand a chance against the mercenaries who had caused such trouble for his country.<\/p>\n

Galden sat closer to Grand Falmere than it did to Tiltham, and Frederic knew that even when he emerged from the forest, there would be a long leg of his journey left to complete.\u00a0 As the morning light began to shine through the canopy behind him, he thought to forage for whatever food he could find that wouldn\u2019t require a cooking fire.<\/p>\n

Frederic happened upon mushrooms and berries more plentifully, but he didn\u2019t feel confident enough in harvesting them\u2014his memories of his mother\u2019s warnings about toxic plants were distant things then, but he couldn\u2019t help but consider how foolish he would have felt lying in the woods dying of a poisoned mushroom when he was planning on overtaking a villainous mercenary guild.<\/p>\n

When he happened upon a persimmon tree, though, he had no reservations.\u00a0 Those fruits that clung onto the branches through the early winter were wrinkled and ripe, and he knocked a few of the ones most easy to reach down with his sword.<\/p>\n

It was as though he hadn\u2019t eaten in weeks.\u00a0 Frederic lingered underneath the tree, looking for the rougher-skinned fruits.\u00a0 He ate his fill, finding that the sweet meal sated his thirst, as though he was drinking a juicy nectar that tasted of honey.\u00a0 He arrived at the right time, it seemed, for he had heard that persimmons could leave one\u2019s mouth feeling dry as though they\u2019d been chewing on cotton plants.\u00a0 And while he had found a few puddles here and there along his travels, he thought better than to drink from any of them, knowing that another hard day\u2019s journey would have him close to Galden.<\/p>\n

Frederic clung to hope that he could reach the town without incident.\u00a0 As close as it was to the Grand Falmere Forest, it was rumored that it was under the protection of the elves of Blacklehn\u2014the one race that the humans were unable to drive from the land that they claimed was theirs.\u00a0 Thus far, the Ebon Hammer hadn\u2019t brought war to the elves of the eastern forest.<\/p>\n

It seemed they knew that they would be outmatched.<\/p>\n

A tenuous agreement kept the humans and the elves apart in most cases, but everyone in Blacklehn knew that the time would surely come when one side or the other would break the unspoken treaty.\u00a0 The elves knew that those with magic were persecuted, and who else but the elves would be in danger next once all those humans with the Strain were rounded up and locked away in some old forgotten dungeon?\u00a0 And Frederic was certain that the Ebon Hammer was not about to wait for such a time that the elves would make the first move.<\/p>\n

At any time, it seemed, another war was bound to begin on Blacklehn\u2019s soil.<\/p>\n

They could have their war, the road-weary warrior thought to himself, if it meant he could save those who were trying to escape persecution and suffering.\u00a0 The elves of the east had sat back while the dwarves, the elves of the west, and the minotaur were driven from the country.<\/p>\n

Frederic bowed his head then, remembering that his people were the ones who were truly responsible, and that even those whose ideals differed from the king\u2019s had done nothing to stand against the tyranny.\u00a0 It was folly to pray that the elves would offer reprisal or sanctuary to the humans who wouldn\u2019t stand for their neighbors or their kin.\u00a0 And in time, when no one was left to subjugate for their magic, there was a certainty that there would be other reasons to ostracize and torment people.<\/p>\n

He knew he was one man, but Frederic swore he would play his part to end the upheaval and eliminate the Ebon Hammer.<\/p>\n

Before long, the warrior passed beyond the edges of Tiltham Forest.\u00a0 The trees were far behind him then, and a long stretch of farmland separated him from the bare fields ahead.\u00a0 The crops had grown and were never harvested, leaving pale yellow stems and stalks, many of which had been picked apart by birds and rodents.\u00a0 Frederic wondered if the farmer and their family had succumbed to a natural passing in the harsh country, or if they were in fact one of the few people who demonstrated signs of the Strain.\u00a0 Had the mercenaries invaded the farm and ripped them from their lives to rot the rest of their life away in some prison?<\/p>\n

The traveler shook his head.\u00a0 It was all mere conjecture, he knew.\u00a0 He needed something to help him pass the time, and it seemed sullen musings were all that he could conjure.<\/p>\n

It was a lucky thing that he was able to wrench himself from his thoughts then, for he heard the distant whinny of a horse.\u00a0 He dropped to his knee, hiding in the scattered, bare crops, hoping that whoever was making their way about the surrounding fields hadn\u2019t seen him.\u00a0 Before the farmer had died or left\u2014of their own volition or otherwise\u2014they had set to work creating a partition of stone around their livelihood.\u00a0 Hunched low as he was, Frederic couldn\u2019t see much beyond the wall, but he heard the approach of the horse and the wagon it pulled.\u00a0 Slowly, the warrior crept toward the wall, and dared a peek over the barrier.<\/p>\n

A sole traveler journeyed forth, an uncovered wagon behind him.\u00a0 Considering all the dangers in eastern Blacklehn, Frederic couldn\u2019t help but feel uneasy at the sight of someone who risked so much with no one at his side.\u00a0 The fellow did not wear the look of a fighter, but that of a merchant.<\/p>\n

And with only one town between the farmhouse and the Grand Falmere Forest, Frederic knew that they were heading to the same place.<\/p>\n

Blowing out an anxious sigh, the hidden man rose from his spot, and hopped over the retaining wall.\u00a0 He walked along the flatter stretches of the field alongside the farmland, his eyes set to the west as though he hadn\u2019t heard the approach of the merchant or his horse.\u00a0 He had hoped that his sudden presence wouldn\u2019t panic the traveler and believed that appearing to walk away from him might help him.<\/p>\n

As the merchant drew near, he realized that he rode along a more beaten path.\u00a0 The trader rolled forth, until the two men traveled parallel to one another.\u00a0 The merchant looked over at the man and offered a wave, but he kept moving on ahead, his horse easily helping him to outpace the lone warrior.<\/p>\n

\u201cHo!\u201d Frederic called out.\u00a0 He hadn\u2019t expected to make an appeal to the stranger, but as the wagon slowed, he found that he couldn\u2019t stop himself from exercising a light jog to reach him.\u00a0 \u201cI take it you\u2019re heading to Galden?\u201d he asked when he arrived beside the wagon, keeping a gap between them to alleviate any anxiety that the merchant might have had of traveling alone.<\/p>\n

\u201cAye, I sell my wares out that way once a fortnight or so,\u201d the trader said.\u00a0 \u201cAre you heading there yourself?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat I am,\u201d Frederic replied.\u00a0 \u201cAnd I\u2019m not one to usually ask for assistance, but I could use a decent meal and a comfortable bed to sleep in more than I\u2019d care to admit.\u00a0 If we\u2019re both traveling that way, perhaps I could offer my sword in protection to you in exchange for a quicker trip there?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell there\u2019s the thing,\u201d the merchant said.\u00a0 \u201cA hungry warrior has a touch of a disadvantage against a well-fed one, isn\u2019t it?\u00a0 And if we\u2019re beset upon by bandits on the way to the town, what good will your empty belly do for me?\u201d\u00a0 He paused, watching a look of disappointment stretch across the other man\u2019s face.\u00a0 He couldn\u2019t shield a grin, then.\u00a0 \u201cLook, mate, I\u2019m just joking with you.\u00a0 Honestly, it will be nice just to have the company.\u201d\u00a0 The fellow shifted in his spot, leaning over the seat of his wagon to reach behind him.\u00a0 \u201cHere,\u201d he said, grabbing a handful of something from his stock.\u00a0 When he turned, Frederic was still on the ground, looking as though he was waiting for a more formal invitation.\u00a0 \u201cWell come on then.\u00a0 I said I\u2019d help you get to Galden, didn\u2019t I?\u00a0 But I won\u2019t be waiting here much longer, so you\u2019d better make up your mind about whatever it is you\u2019re trying to get going, alright?\u201d<\/p>\n

Frederic nodded, and climbed into the seat beside the merchant, who held his hand out, palm down as his new passenger arrived there.\u00a0 As Frederic lifted his hands to gather up whatever the merchant bestowed upon him, he nearly dropped a handful of dried nuts.<\/p>\n

\u201cBlack walnuts,\u201d the merchant said.\u00a0 \u201cI\u2019m supposed to be selling them, but to be honest, around this time of year, I end up eating most of them.\u00a0 Just putting on my winter coat, I guess,\u201d he continued with a laugh.<\/p>\n

The fatigued warrior took a closer look at the foodstuff in his hands and tilted his head in appreciation\u2014and in confusion.<\/p>\n

\u201cThey\u2019re already shelled,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat they are,\u201d the merchant confirmed.\u00a0 The road can be a bit mundane, so on some nights, when I\u2019m waiting to feel a bit more tired, I spend my nights cracking the things just to pass the time.\u00a0 The good news is that I can sell them for a better price just because of the extra work I\u2019ve done.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you don\u2019t eat them,\u201d Frederic said, half-teasing when he spoke.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf I don\u2019t eat them,\u201d the merchant said.\u00a0 \u201cThe name\u2019s Olafur.\u00a0 No need to shake my hand, as I can see you\u2019ve got yours full.\u201d<\/p>\n

With a grin on his face, he snapped the reins, urging his horse forward once more.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019m Frederic,\u201d the warrior said as he munched on a few of the walnuts.\u00a0 \u201cI appreciate you lending your seat on the way to Galden.\u00a0 And for sharing your food.\u00a0 All I had to eat this morning were a few overripe persimmons, and I don\u2019t think they were going to sate my appetite throughout the day.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, maybe you would have made it through the night,\u201d Olafur suggested.\u00a0 \u201cBut you wouldn\u2019t have made it to the town before the day was done.\u00a0 Even if you walked on through to morning, you\u2019d still have half a day.\u00a0 It\u2019s a bit harsh of a trip, you see.\u00a0 We\u2019re going uphill for most of it.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen it seems I owe you more thanks than I initially thought,\u201d Frederic said.<\/p>\n

Olafur waved his hands.\u00a0 \u201cThink nothing of it.\u00a0 But I would ask you this: when you get there, what are you planning on doing?\u00a0 You didn\u2019t have the money to purchase a horse or even provisions for the trip, I\u2019m guessing.\u00a0 How were you hoping on paying for a meal when you arrived in Galden?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI know some people there who I\u2019m hoping could help me get on my feet,\u201d Frederic replied.\u00a0 The statement was full of mistruths, he knew.\u00a0 But for the same reason that he had hidden from the people of Ellingsor, he felt it pertinent to keep some secrets from the merchant.\u00a0 \u201cIf I\u2019m lucky, I can trade knowledge and strength for a little assistance.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olafur grinned once more.\u00a0 \u201cHere I thought I could put one over you again.\u00a0 Even if you didn\u2019t know anyone there, I\u2019ve found that the people of the town have been among some of the kindest souls I\u2019ve ever met.\u00a0 Sure, they\u2019re a little off the beaten path, but maybe that\u2019s part of the appeal.\u201d<\/p>\n

Sending a sidelong glance toward the merchant, Frederic wondered if perhaps Olafur had his own reasons for avoiding the lands east of the forest.<\/p>\n

\u201cIt is a long way from any other settlement,\u201d the warrior said.\u00a0 \u201cWith only Ellingsor on the other side of the Tiltham, and maybe Twin Rivers a ways to the southeast being the closest, it\u2019s got to be hard making a living selling your wares in this closed off little place of Blacklehn.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, there are a few places that you might not be aware of,\u201d Olafur replied with a laugh.\u00a0 \u201cThey aren\u2019t on any map, for sure.\u00a0 But you\u2019re right to some extent.\u00a0 Galden isn\u2019t close to anywhere else by any means.\u00a0 And you might think that it\u2019s one of my last stops as I make my rounds, but in truth, it\u2019s my first.\u00a0 I come here to trade, yes, and sure enough, the humans of the town will give me a few copper or silver for the food that I have\u2014they\u2019ve always been very hospitable\u2014but I don\u2019t come here with selling first in mind.\u00a0 I come here to buy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frederic arched his eyebrow then.\u00a0 \u201cWhat does Galden make that\u2019s worth coming all this way?\u201d<\/p>\n

Olafur raised his finger as though he knew that to answer would potentially cause problems for one of them.\u00a0 \u201cThat\u2019s the kind of question that can get someone in trouble.\u00a0 But you did say that you were hoping to sell your sword in exchange for the ride to the town, yes?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf we run into any bandits or other dangers between here and Galden, I\u2019ll fight for you,\u201d Frederic agreed.\u00a0 \u201cYou have my word.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThen at least for a little while, you work for me.\u00a0 And there\u2019s a certain code of workmanship between merchants and their sellswords that says we have to tell each other the truth to help each other avoid the dangers in this world.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frederic shifted in his seat, a little worried by what the trader might be suggesting.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019ll not run into any bandits between here and the town,\u201d the merchant insisted.\u00a0 \u201cThey know better than to risk any run-ins with the elves.\u00a0 Now, other dangers\u2026\u201d\u00a0 He waved his hand, trying to keep to the point.\u00a0 \u201cThe people of Galden have made decent enough friends of the elves, and that\u2019s who I come to see.\u00a0 Over the years, I trade for their goods, since you won\u2019t see many other vendors in Blacklehn who would risk elven wares in their stock.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAnd for good reason,\u201d Frederic said, though it was clear he spoke without judgment.\u00a0 \u201cElven goods are considered contraband throughout the country.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs are all things not crafted by human hands,\u201d Olafur said.\u00a0 \u201cHow long before Fowler and his men start raiding towns looking for items that were forged by a magic touch and smashing them to pieces?\u201d<\/p>\n

Frederic didn\u2019t realize it, but he breathed a sigh of relief.\u00a0 The idea of the man beside him sharing the same insights allowed him to let down his guard a bit, and he tossed another small cluster of walnuts into his mouth for good measure.<\/p>\n

\u201cAnyway, it\u2019s that contraband that keeps me fed for the year,\u201d Olafur went on.\u00a0 \u201cYou\u2019d be surprised about how many people have come to enjoy the workmanship of elven wares, or even their food, though I\u2019ll admit, I haven\u2019t much of a taste for it.<\/p>\n

\u201cSo yes,\u201d the merchant continued.\u00a0 \u201cGalden is my first stop, and it\u2019s a lucrative one indeed.\u00a0 And it doesn\u2019t hurt that the Grand Falmere Forest just feels<\/em> a little warmer this time of year.\u00a0 I\u2019ll probably be relaxing here for a while as the winter frosts come in.\u00a0 If, that is, you don\u2019t secure the last room in town.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf it comes to that, you can certainly have whatever the inn offers,\u201d Frederic assured.\u00a0 \u201cWhile I was hoping for hospitality as well, I don\u2019t have the means or the time to spend most of the winter there.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh, well then it sounds as though perhaps you\u2019re not for wanting to get help getting to your feet.\u00a0 Perhaps there\u2019s something else you\u2019re getting at?\u201d<\/p>\n

Frederic looked at the trader, and something compelled him to speak the truth.<\/p>\n

\u201cI\u2019ve been on the run from the Ebon Hammer,\u201d he admitted.\u00a0 \u201cThey tracked me to Ellingsor, but I eluded them.\u00a0 They\u2019re\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA pox on this land,\u201d Olafur said, nodding his head.\u00a0 \u201cIt used to be that the people of Blacklehn could trust in one another to make it through the harshest nights.\u00a0 Now, it seems, our neighbors and brothers are a risk to us, and could bring danger down all around us just by parting their lips and letting a secret slip through.\u00a0 You should not have told me they were after you.\u00a0 I\u2019ll keep what needs hiding, but I could just have easily been a clandestine member of the mercenaries who were after you.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you were, I wouldn\u2019t be making it off this wagon alive,\u201d Frederic suggested.\u00a0 \u201cThese walnuts would be poisoned, and you\u2019d have the type of gear that would have me roped up before I even leapt to the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s a sad situation we find ourselves in when we have to second-guess every passerby who we meet.\u00a0 I\u2019m sorry that you\u2019re being hunted, but I assure you, the people of Galden will put you up and ensure your safety.\u00a0 We don\u2019t even have to tell them about your gifts if you don\u2019t want.\u00a0 As I said, your secret is safe with me.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frederic bowed his head and looked to his hands.\u00a0 Free of food, they looked so empty.\u00a0 \u201cI don\u2019t have a power,\u201d he insisted.\u00a0 \u201cMy wife though\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Olafur looked to his new companion, as though the weight of Frederic\u2019s burden was now shared with him.\u00a0 \u201cYou aren\u2019t going to Galden to hide.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAs I hear it, there\u2019s someone in town whose had run-ins with the Ebon Hammer before and lived to tell the tale.\u00a0 If anyone can help me determine where my wife was taken, it\u2019s him.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt won\u2019t be easy,\u201d Olafur said.\u00a0 \u201cFinding an Ebon Hammer hideout is one thing.\u00a0 Trying to overpower them is another altogether.\u00a0 My wagon was searched by a pair of them about a month back, and the one had a spear that looked as though it had just touched a storm cloud.\u201d<\/p>\n

Frederic intertwined his fingers, leaning forward as he considered the difficult task ahead of him.\u00a0 \u201cThey employ all sorts of magical relics because they know they need an edge against people with powers.\u00a0 And they typically have the odds in their favor, because they find scared citizens who are off on their own.\u00a0 If only the people of Blacklehn would rise up as one, perhaps we\u2019d\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cIt\u2019s too late,\u201d the merchant replied.\u00a0 \u201cFowler\u2019s army drove a wedge across the country, and the Ebon Hammer are picking the weeds that remain.\u00a0 Everyone is too afraid to do anything except hide and run for refuge.\u00a0 I\u2019ve heard a lot of people in the eastern side of the country began fleeing south for Raleigh and Cracius.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cPerhaps that\u2019s where the farmer went,\u201d Frederic muttered.\u00a0 \u201cThe farmhouse you picked me up in front of looked like it had been abandoned for some time.\u00a0 Whoever lived there abruptly ceased their tasks.\u00a0 I\u2019d like to think they knew the Ebon Hammer was going to be scouring the countryside and they took the opportunity to flee while they could.\u201d<\/p>\n

Olafur looked ahead, his sight on the road ahead.\u00a0 \u201cWe could all use some of that optimism in these dark days.\u00a0 Whoever you\u2019re looking for in Galden, I hope you find them.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo do I, Olafur,\u201d Frederic said.\u00a0 \u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Chapter One<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

Chapter Three<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n

Chapter Four<\/em><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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