The call of duty can be a rough path to follow, and some paths are more difficult than others. Phaedra, a Njae Loremaster, must tread one of the more difficult ones. Along the way she confronts her fate as predicted by a Seeress, acquires the assistance of a dragon, and risks her husband, her child, and her life in order to save the peoples of the Twin Goddess.
My hair is gray and I don’t walk as fast as I once did. The right words aren’t always at the tip of my tongue, or the front of my memory any longer. It’s true, my spouse now sails through the skies of the garden of paradise, while our youngling flies through the world on his own wings.
Dusk may hover on my horizon—creeping closer and closer, but don’t be sad for my being alone, and for my boring life. I have done all the normal things, but along the way I’ve had some amazing adventures. More than many others will experience in their entire lifetime.
I’ve mind-spoken with the rare Stormhawks that live in the Derind and Cappelstoke Mountains
I’ve fought battles and lost, fought others and won.
I’ve made wicked-hard choices that broke my heart, but were necessary to protect other people, and sometimes I died because of my choices.
I’ve marched at the side of a twelve-year-old boy who stopped an enemy army, and cried with him over the losses he suffered in the deaths of family and friends.
I’ve ridden the dragon, Stormwing, and sailed upon his back, listening to the whoosh of his powerful blue wings as he navigated the updrafts and downdrafts above Dragontop Mountain. And have experienced his thrill as he swooped and climbed, and danced upon the air. And I’ve sat upon the dragon, Asha, and raised the Sword of Isyndral in challenge to the Dark God.
I’ve braved crossing the Barrier Wall to visit the Eld Forest, and almost lost my own identity while melding with the ancient trees that live there.
I’ve stared into the scrying pool at Araels Rest, and witnessed the past and the future.
I’ve run the forests of Alarel with a pack of Black Wolves, and crossed the land on the back of the legendary Njae horses.
Those are just a few, and truly, they have just begun.
This starts as a simple story of a group of newly confirmed Rangers heading out on their first mission to patrol the Barrier Wall. Phaedra is hoping to find a way to diffuse the other members’ hostility toward her. Their patrol is joined by Thaenad, whom we first met in Choices and Kaserie’s Choice.
Ms. Stuckey is an expert storyteller. Her prose is tight, it is hard to believe she can pack so much story in forty-six pages. Her fantasy world is well written, her characters are always interesting and unique, as is the magic they each possess. Phaedra has known her fate since the time she was born, she thought becoming a ranger would help prepare her for her task. This is an emotional story of honor, fortitude, strength, and destiny. I found it heart-wrenchingly well told.
The scope of Ms. Stuckey’s Tales of Aldura keeps growing and this one, in particular, weaves into Tales of Aldura: Choices. If you haven’t read it yet, you will want to now. I will be rereading it.
Format/Typo Issues: No editing or formatting issues. **Originally written for "Books and Pals" book blog. May have received a free review copy.** April 12, 2015