The Last Grand Master
by Andrew Q Gordon
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Title: The Last Grand Master
Author: Andrew Q. Gordon
Genre: Scifi / Fantasy
In a war that shook the earth, the six gods of Nendor defeated their brother Neldin, God of Evil. For three thousand years, Nendor and the Seven Kingdoms have known peace and prosperity and Neldin's evil was nearly forgotten.
But then Meglar, wizard-king of Zargon, unleashes the dark magic of the underworld and creates an army of creatures to carry out his master's will. One by one, the sovereign realms fall as a new war between the gods threatens to engulf Nendor.
Leading the opposition to Meglar is Grand Master Farrell. Young and untried, Farrell carries a secret that could hold the key to defeating Meglar—or it could destroy the world.
Farrell is joined by Nerti, queen of the unicorns, and Miceral, an immortal muchari warrior the Six have chosen as Farrell's mate. As Farrell and his new allies make plans to counter Neldin's evil, Meglar forces their hand when he invades a neighboring kingdom. Rushing to help their ally, Farrell and Miceral find themselves in the middle of the battle. Cut off from help, Farrell attempts an untried spell that will either turn the tide or cost him and Miceral their lives.
Andrew Q. Gordon wrote his first story back when yellow legal pads, ball point pens were common and a Smith Corona correctable typewriter was considered high tech. Adapting with technology, he now takes his MacBook somewhere quiet when he wants to write. Andrew’s imagination has helped him create works of high fantasy, paranormal thrills and touch of the futuristic.
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Farrell stepped back just before two men entered the common room. The black tunics with red trim announced their allegiance to Zargon and, by extension, Meglar.
“Innkeeper!” The older man snarled. “This key wouldn’t open the door. Perhaps if I light your head on fire, you’ll give me the right key.”
Farrell turned his wizard’s sight on the pair. The one who spoke was a master wizard of average strength. The younger man would never get beyond wizard class.
“It won’t open because I don’t want you in my room.” Farrell’s voice seemed to surprise the pair. He rolled his eyes. “Pathetic. This scum is the best Meglar can dredge up?”
“Why are you taunting them?” Miceral didn’t hide the annoyance in his voice. “If you keep them busy long enough, the constables can handle this.”
“I’ll try.” Farrell never took his focus off the glaring master wizard. “But I like my way better.”
“You won’t live long enough to regret insulting me, whelp.” Without warning, the gray-haired man pointed his hand at Farrell’s chest. The ball of energy drew loud gasps when it exploded on contact.
Waiting for the light to dissipate, Farrell fixed an evil grin on his face. His adversary’s stunned expression quickly turned into a frown. Farrell let the man study him for a moment before moving away from the others.
“As I said, pathetic. First you ignore me, then you insult me with a ridiculous attack even a novice could block.” Circling, he moved to place himself between the wizards and the exit. “Does that idiot Meglar know how worthless you are?”
“Watch your tongue.” The man’s eyes narrowed. Farrell felt him extend a link with his companion. “No one insults the emperor.”
“I’m not afraid of Meglar.” From the corner of his left eye, Farrell saw Miceral herding the others behind a pillar. “You two, however, should be worried about me.”
The Zargonian wizard laughed, not a nervous laugh, but a genuinely amused one. “Your aura is no brighter than the novice’s beside me. You won’t best us, let alone the mighty Meglar.”
“If that’s true, you should have no trouble defeating me.” Farrell shrugged, trying to look as unconcerned as he felt. “But considering you couldn’t break the seal on my room and your first attack was completely ineffective, I’m not afraid.”
“Then know fear, fool!” The wizard drew energy from his companion and sent a second, more powerful strike toward Farrell. This one washed over his personal shields, scorching the rug around him.
“Time’s up,” he sent Miceral.
Waving his staff overhead, Farrell surrounded the two wizards and himself with an energy shield to protect the others. When the pair turned their focus from the newly raised shield to Farrell, he brought his staff down with a thud. “My turn.”
Four balls of blue energy shot from the end of the staff in rapid succession. The younger man flew backward, his personal shields unable to stop the two bolts of power directed at him. He died before he hit the wall.
Although his shield managed to slow the first attack, the master wizard fared no better than his apprentice. The first ball shattered his defenses, singeing his clothing, before the second strike tore a hole in his chest.
The smell of burnt flesh permeated the common area, accompanied by a faint crackling sound coming from the two lifeless bodies. No one spoke, but just stared at them.