It’s hard to do excerpts from Legends of Windemere: Warlord of the Forgotten Age since there are spoilers everywhere. Nearly all of Chapter 1 is off-limits because it reveals something from Ritual of the Lost Lamb. So, I’m putting a ‘More’ break and hoping I don’t reveal too much. Enjoy.
Woken by her own groan of discomfort, Sari’s eyes flutter open and she bats at the beams of light that are striking her face. Rolling off the small couch, the gypsy lets her enchanted boots glide her to the floor where she sprawls for a few minutes. Her attention locks on the dark blue ivy dangling from the ceiling, which she is sure had been bare last night. Kicking off her boots, she enjoys the cool stone on her feet and lets the sensation ease her tense muscles. Sari holds up her arm to see that her dress is getting worn around the seams, the garment being the only thing she has worn for the last four days. The desire to change or take a bath still eludes her, so she pulls out a bottle of perfume to hide the smell that even she is beginning to notice. Sitting up, the gypsy takes in the sight of the well-furnished bedroom and enjoys a strong breeze coming through the open windows. Claiming a half-eaten cookie as her breakfast, the blue-haired woman rolls backwards to her feet and turns to face the canopied bed that she has refused to stray far away from.
The stale food falls out of her mouth when Sari sees that Luke is sitting up, the blonde-haired forest tracker staring ahead like a zombie. Light bounces off the gold flecks in his chocolate brown eyes, but the glistening orbs hold very few signs of awareness. It is only when he slowly reaches up to touch the pink scar crossing his torso that the gypsy finally accepts that she is not dreaming. Carefully moving across the room, Sari keeps her attention on Luke as if he is a wild animal that she does not want to startle. Reaching a pile of pillows that reaches the ceiling, she nudges an exposed arm with her foot in an attempt to wake her partially buried companion. All she receives is a whimpering moan and a gentle slap to her heel from the bronze-skinned limb.
“Luke is awake, Grasdon,” Sari whispers at where she thinks her friend’s head is. Leaning against the pile, the gypsy locks her body to prevent Kira from rushing to the bed. “Don’t make any sudden movements. He’s sitting up and staring at something. Not much blinking and no sign that he knows I’m here. I’m as excited as you are, but we need to be smart. Yola could have put a spell on him or maybe he’s possessed by a ghost. One thing I do know is that spooking him could cause trouble.”
“Get your butt off my face, gypsy,” Kira angrily growls before pinching her companion in the thigh. Freeing herself from the immovable woman, the heiress crawls to a basin where she hastily washes her face and hair. “Hand me the cleanest towel you can find and turn away because I’m changing out of my travel clothes. Luke woke up an hour after you fell asleep. Sorry I didn’t tell you, but it was . . . All he did was cry until he just stopped. No build up or slow down. He simply started weeping and it cut off abruptly. That’s why I buried myself under the pillows because I can’t see him like this.”
“You didn’t try to get a reaction from him?” the gypsy asks before stealing some of the basin water to clean herself. Caring very little about privacy, she changes into a clean shirt and new layered skirt while liquid tendrils run along her skin. “I know Dariana told us to be careful, but we can’t leave him like this. One of us has to be able to get through to him. I mean, he’s obviously awake, right?”