Title: Quest of the Brokenhearted
Author: Charles E. Yallowitz
Genre: Fantasy, Action Adventure
(From the pages of 'Legends of Windemere')
As Windemere moves forward, a broken spirit falls into the shadows.
Two years have passed since Luke Callindor was lost during the champions’ battle against Baron Kernaghan. Many mourn the loss, but none have been hurt more than the fiancée he left behind, Kira Grasdon. Plagued by grief and determined to prove he is alive, she has sacrificed her business, her reputation, and her hope. Surviving on the streets of Gaia, she has become an emotional husk of her former self. It is only by chance that Kira crosses paths with an old friend and learns of a path, which will either end her suffering or revive her shattered soul. As the rumors state, hundreds of adventurers have flocked to Lacarsis and none have returned.
Will Kira meet her death in the City of Evil or will she thrive among the monsters?
Kira is about to take another set of orders and head for the kitchen when a towering warrior catches her attention. The man is roughly holding onto one of the younger girls, the tawny-haired calico openly struggling to get away. He grabs a drink off a passing waiter’s tray and takes a sip before pouring the rest down his hostage’s throat. Gasping for air, her cat-like tail puffs out and thrashes until he catches hold of the sensitive body part. A booming laugh nearly disturbs the two dancers on stage, the pair at the top of their poles and using their legs to subtly point at the problem. The other customers begin to give the man and his two equally large friends some space, their movements becoming faster when they spot Kira quietly stepping out from behind the bar. The sight of the woman causes the warriors to chuckle, only one of them glancing at how her right arm is thicker than the left and covered by a dirty cloth.
“Is this where you tell me the rules?” their leader asks, his grin revealing that half of his teeth are missing. He squeezes the calico’s thigh with enough force to make her yelp and licks his lips at the noise. “I’m paying good money to do what I want here. Not that it matters since all of you are property anyway. Once I put down my gold, I’m the one in charge. Come to think of it, you look pretty nice too. What about joining us in the back rooms? I assume you’re more expensive than this little thing.”
“You couldn’t handle me on your best day,” Kira replies, licking her own lips. Even though it is the same gesture as the man, her version comes off more predatory and causes the band to finally stop playing. “I’m going to give you one warning. Put my friend down, take half your money back, and leave under your own power. Otherwise, the bouncer will be called to remove you by force.”
“Like I’m going to fall for that one,” the warrior declares with a disgusting snort. He pushes the girl off his lap and stands to tower over Kira, his large gut jiggling a little beneath his stained shirt. “There’s nobody here that could take me on. Unless you mean that scaly woman behind the bar, but she’s keeping her distance. Seriously, you whores need to lie better. I mean that in every way possible. Now, how about you shut your mouth, get naked, and show all these people what kind of girl you really are, Bor’darukian?”
The man grins when Kira’s hand goes to her shoulder and her fingers graze the strap that keeps her shirt on. He fails to notice that everyone is backing away, all of the regulars taking their chairs with them. Feeling a draft on the back of his neck, he turns to see that one of the girls has opened the front door. The sense of danger growing in his brain fades away when he feels discarded fabric touch his hand. Quickly looking back in the hopes of seeing a naked woman, his jaw is shattered by a punch that he thinks is with a gauntlet. As he stumbles back, the warrior sees that Kira has a chain coiled around her arm, which is no longer covered. A short, metal club is clenched in her fist and her other hand is gripping a connected sickle that he realizes was hidden behind her back. The man reaches for his sword and nearly draws it before the strange weapon is unfurled to wrap around his wrist. His friends finally jump into action, but are felled by two quick kicks that leave them curled on the ground holding their bruised groins.
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Charles E. Yallowitz was born and raised on Long Island, NY, but he has spent most of his life wandering his own imagination in a blissful haze. Occasionally, he would return from this world for the necessities such as food, showers, and Saturday morning cartoons. One day he returned from his imagination and decided he would share his stories with the world. After his wife decided that she was tired of hearing the same stories repeatedly, she convinced him that it would make more sense to follow his dream of being a fantasy author. So, locked within the house under orders to shut up and get to work, Charles brings you Legends of Windemere. He looks forward to sharing all of his stories with you, and his wife is happy he finally has someone else to play with.
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