Curse Breaker | Discovery
Passing between two trees, whose boles each had to be over a hundred feet in diameter, he froze. Bodies lay in a small clearing—or what was left of them. The stench hit Sarn full in the face as the wind, which had picked up over the last mile of his hike, shifted. He gagged, doubled over and retched. Sarn started as a hand landed on his shoulder.
“You okay, Kid?”
“I’m not a kid.” Sarn shot back as he forced the bile back down.
“I know,” Nolo gave Sarn’s shoulder a squeeze and then let go, “but you’re also almost half my age.”
“You’re not forty.”
“No but I’m not far from it.”
Sarn watched the black Ranger check the bodies—or rather their scattered parts. Blood coated leaf, branch and ground. He had no wish to get any nearer to the gore.
Nolo ventured close to one of the larger bits that had once belonged to a man. It might have been a torso once.
“Something impaled him right through the center of mass. The hole it left behind is too wide to be from a spearhead.”
“How’s that even possible? You can’t bring steel in here. The forest doesn’t allow it.”
Sarn turned his back on the murder site and moved upwind, so the stench stopped causing his stomach to rebel. He hadn’t meant to go far but then neither had he expected a branch to tap him on the shoulder and then point at something to his left. His curiosity roused at the forest’s polite request.
More branches directed him to another clearing and what he found there broke him. It cut his legs right out from under him. He landed hard on his knees. Horror constricted his throat and knotted in his chest making breathing difficult as he stretched out a shaking hand towards the body of a small child dashed on the rocks. A choked sound escaped as he closed the pale green eyes of a child who might have grown up to be just like him.
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After an enchanted tree abducts Sarn, he’s thrust into a mystery revolving around a double homicide. Can Sarn protect his son, keep his masters happy and help the dead boy haunting him?
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For my sister, who died on 2/22/14 at the age of 29:
You had three days left.
Did you rise aware of death?
Did you hear its steps?
Did you know last words
linger long after your death?
Words that set my quest.