Ethon (The Other Worlds Series Book 2) by M.L. Greye Read Free Book Online Page B
Authors: M.L. Greye
the Healer’s home in the village of Willowvale. All around them were strewn the bodies of the wounded from the night before, all waiting for a turn with Fuladrik or one of the other Healers gathered in Willowvale that night.
“I’ll live,” Will replied in Eveon. It was all he used with his friend, even though both of them knew Will’s first language was Saerdian.
“You look awful.” Dallyn grunted.
“Thanks, but I doubt I’m as bad as they are,” Will noted, referring to the men littering the ground of the courtyard. “We need more Healers.”
“You weren’t doing so bad on your own, though.”
Will shrugged that off. During the past six or so hours, after he had bandaged up his own injuries, Will worked alongside the Healers in aiding the wounded. Fortunately, he had retained some of his pre-med schooling that could be used at a time like this. Still, he wasn’t a doctor and his medical aid was limited to disinfecting open flesh and binding bloodied limbs.
“Where is Zedge?” Dallyn asked after a moment.
“Good question.” Will glanced around. “I saw him down here a little while ago.”
“My cousin was looking for him.”
“Arynn?” Will couldn’t help but smile at that. Ever since Zedgry returned from the Vrenyx, Fuladrik’s daughter, Arynn, had rarely left his side.
Dallyn nodded. “She’s taken a fancy to High Royalty.”
At the mention of High Royalty, Olinia’s face came to Will’s mind. He winced inwardly. The twinge of regret he felt for leaving her behind in Ethon was largely overshadowed by his newfound inner necessity to be near her. Somehow kissing her that once had changed him. Even though it had been a necessary choice to part with her and her brother for a time, it didn’t mean that it hurt any less to have her away from him.
“It’s nice to know I can be invisible without even trying,” Zedgry murmured from behind Will and Dallyn.
“How long have you been there?” Will faced Olinia’s twin. The resemblance between Zedgry and his uncle was still astounding to him. Yes, Olinia and Zedgry appeared to be siblings, same as Legann. Out of the three though, it was Zedgry who looked like he could be Dagon’s son. They both shared the same oval face, deep-set eyes, and angled jaw. If Dagon’s hair hadn’t been the black hair of the Eves, Zedgry would’ve looked like a younger version of the emperor.
Zedgry grinned at Will. “Long enough. I guess we Wends are silent.”
“You Wends are arrogant,” Dallyn retorted.
“And you Eves are jealous.” Zedgry winked. He glanced at Will. “When was the last time you slept?”
“I can’t remember,” he admitted.
“Go get some rest.”
Will shook his head. “Not yet.”
“That was a command by High Royalty.”
“Really?” Will raised an eyebrow. “You realize High Royalty doesn’t have jurisdiction over an Ethon, right?”
“I do when you’re on Other World soil.” Zedgry smirked.
“What will you do when I refuse to follow your orders?”
“I’ll have Dallyn force you into submission.”
“How?” Will blinked.
“A duel?” Dallyn suggested.
Zedgry nodded. “Yes, a duel.”
“You’re just dying for a rematch, aren’t you, Dallyn?” Will chuckled. “I beat you before, I can beat you again.”
“But this time you’re so close to passing out on your feet that you couldn’t possibly win.” Dallyn grinned.
“So, you’re saying you can’t succeed when I’m fully awake and able?”
“You’re missing the point, Will,” Zedgry interjected. “You look like death. As your friends, we have to make you sleep.”
Will sighed. It was no use fighting with them. He knew he didn’t appear to be the greatest specimen of health at the moment. Besides, there was somewhere he had to be. “Alright. Where’s Fuladrik? He told me to get him before I leave to bed.”
“Thank you.” Zedgry smiled. “He’s inside with my grandfather.”
“Great. I’ll see you later,” Will tossed over
“I’ll live,” Will replied in Eveon. It was all he used with his friend, even though both of them knew Will’s first language was Saerdian.
“You look awful.” Dallyn grunted.
“Thanks, but I doubt I’m as bad as they are,” Will noted, referring to the men littering the ground of the courtyard. “We need more Healers.”
“You weren’t doing so bad on your own, though.”
Will shrugged that off. During the past six or so hours, after he had bandaged up his own injuries, Will worked alongside the Healers in aiding the wounded. Fortunately, he had retained some of his pre-med schooling that could be used at a time like this. Still, he wasn’t a doctor and his medical aid was limited to disinfecting open flesh and binding bloodied limbs.
“Where is Zedge?” Dallyn asked after a moment.
“Good question.” Will glanced around. “I saw him down here a little while ago.”
“My cousin was looking for him.”
“Arynn?” Will couldn’t help but smile at that. Ever since Zedgry returned from the Vrenyx, Fuladrik’s daughter, Arynn, had rarely left his side.
Dallyn nodded. “She’s taken a fancy to High Royalty.”
At the mention of High Royalty, Olinia’s face came to Will’s mind. He winced inwardly. The twinge of regret he felt for leaving her behind in Ethon was largely overshadowed by his newfound inner necessity to be near her. Somehow kissing her that once had changed him. Even though it had been a necessary choice to part with her and her brother for a time, it didn’t mean that it hurt any less to have her away from him.
“It’s nice to know I can be invisible without even trying,” Zedgry murmured from behind Will and Dallyn.
“How long have you been there?” Will faced Olinia’s twin. The resemblance between Zedgry and his uncle was still astounding to him. Yes, Olinia and Zedgry appeared to be siblings, same as Legann. Out of the three though, it was Zedgry who looked like he could be Dagon’s son. They both shared the same oval face, deep-set eyes, and angled jaw. If Dagon’s hair hadn’t been the black hair of the Eves, Zedgry would’ve looked like a younger version of the emperor.
Zedgry grinned at Will. “Long enough. I guess we Wends are silent.”
“You Wends are arrogant,” Dallyn retorted.
“And you Eves are jealous.” Zedgry winked. He glanced at Will. “When was the last time you slept?”
“I can’t remember,” he admitted.
“Go get some rest.”
Will shook his head. “Not yet.”
“That was a command by High Royalty.”
“Really?” Will raised an eyebrow. “You realize High Royalty doesn’t have jurisdiction over an Ethon, right?”
“I do when you’re on Other World soil.” Zedgry smirked.
“What will you do when I refuse to follow your orders?”
“I’ll have Dallyn force you into submission.”
“How?” Will blinked.
“A duel?” Dallyn suggested.
Zedgry nodded. “Yes, a duel.”
“You’re just dying for a rematch, aren’t you, Dallyn?” Will chuckled. “I beat you before, I can beat you again.”
“But this time you’re so close to passing out on your feet that you couldn’t possibly win.” Dallyn grinned.
“So, you’re saying you can’t succeed when I’m fully awake and able?”
“You’re missing the point, Will,” Zedgry interjected. “You look like death. As your friends, we have to make you sleep.”
Will sighed. It was no use fighting with them. He knew he didn’t appear to be the greatest specimen of health at the moment. Besides, there was somewhere he had to be. “Alright. Where’s Fuladrik? He told me to get him before I leave to bed.”
“Thank you.” Zedgry smiled. “He’s inside with my grandfather.”
“Great. I’ll see you later,” Will tossed over