The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival HTML version
him, Dorce’s hand shot out and grabbed Priskin by the ankle throwing him off balance. He started to go down,
but before he did Dorce jumped up and with his left hand he jerked the hood off Priskin's head and face, and
then with both hands as the two of them hit the ground, Dorce started choking the life out of the sergeant. Three
phasor bolts hit Dorce in the back puncturing his lungs and burning through bone. Blood splattered all over
Priskin's chest and face. He pushed Dorce off of him and jumped up wiping away the blood.
"Damn! don't these guys ever die?" Priskin started randomly shooting at the bodies around him and then at
those further out. He kept shooting until his phasor pack was drained of energy. He pushed a button on the side
of his phasor and dropped the energy pack to the ground, then he stooped over, retrieved Dorce's energy pack,
and slid it into his own phasor.
"Hey Priskin," yelled Basker. "If that guy had had a phasor, you'd be another body count by now."
"That's real smart Basker. Let me say it again 'Basker.' Why don't you just tell anybody out there who might
be hiding in the woods what my name is?"
Just then Sven peeked his head over the edge. "You’re bad men. You’re bad men,” he cried. “You killed
my dad!" He took a shot at Priskin but missed—wide right, then he jumped up and ran into the forest.
"Okay Basker, you're the one who yelled out my name—go get him.
"What?" Basker looked at him with an amused smile on his face.
"I said, go get him."
"What for? He's just a kid.”
"He knows my name, thanks to you, and he knows what I look like."
Basker laughed. "So, what. Who's he going to tell . . . Hurd?"
"Look Basker, you said yourself, I'm in charge, and I'm ordering you to go get that kid."
I don't care if you are in charge. I've got better things to do, like pack the crystals and get the hell off this
mountain. If you want him so bad, you go get him."
Priskin glared at Basker and walked toward him. Softly he said, "Okay, I will. And when we get back
you're going on report."
"Fine," replied Basker. "Happy hunting, and if you're not back by the time we're ready to go, we're going
Priskin jumped over a few of the bodies and scrambled up the side of the mountain toward the forest where
he had last seen the kid.
o o o o o
Sven ran along a path that wound its way around the trees all the while climbing steeply up the mountain.
He moved quickly knowing that death could be following. Soon he bolted out of the trees and onto bare stretch
of land, which extended about a half a mile and then directly ahead was a copse of trees and just beyond that a
vertical cliff. As he came to a stop he could hear two men below yelling at each other. He didn’t care. He was
scared and wanted to get home. He started out at an easy pace up the rocky incline. His father had taught him
that if you move too fast on this kind of terrain, it would make the rocks slide under foot, which in turn made
the trek that much harder and in the long run slower as it oftentimes caused a person to fall down.
When he got to the copse of trees he entered a few feet in, turned around, and sat down to rest while
watching to see if anyone was following. He looked off to the left. He knew these mountains like he knew his
mama's face (and his late papa's). If he were to walk to the left, straight as a phasor bolt, for three quarters of a
mile, he would come to the path that would lead him home or to any of the other villages.
But he knew he wouldn't be going home. He had to go to the home of the Unifier—Everette, the man who
would know what to do about this horrific even.
After a few minutes Sven was beginning to think no one was coming, but as he stood up the man called
‘Priskin’ bolted from the cover of the forest below. His feet started pumping rapidly as he attempted to go
quickly up the mountain, but the rocks started sliding and slowed his progress. Priskin almost fell on his face
several times before Sven decided he had seen enough.
He made his way through the trees to the other side of the small forest and started toward the cliff. He knew
it would be foolish to make his way to the path. The man being twice his size would catch him before he could
make it to the nearest village.
The sun was just above the horizon, casting long shadows, and bringing darkness along this side of the
mountain. Without much trouble Sven found what he was looking for—a vertical crevice in the cliff. It