Unification Part Deux
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Adult ++
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17
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Chapter Nine
They had been there for several days when a runner approached Joss from the south. The Peltar Clan wished to meet with him, wanting him to prove who Fergal said he was. Fergal snorted and advised him not to go but Joss wanted answers about his mother’s disappearance. Leaving Liza and the boys with the Fiona honor guard, he made his way south with forty of his grandfather’s best warriors.
They approached the well-guarded stone house quietly, on the lookout for treachery. The war had been raging for nearly thirty years, diminishing finally to small, deadly skirmishes here and there. The doors to the keep swung open at their approach and the were met by mounted knights, decked out in full regalia, the purple and white of Peltar on their cloaks and shields.
They trotted to a stop in front of Joss’ party and he grimaced as a whipcord lean man dismounted and approached. He could feel the hatred emanating from him in waves and Joss fought to rein in his anger. He stopped a few feet in front of Joss and stared at him, their eyes meeting, brown to silver. “I am Desdrin Mitchar, heir to the Clan of Peltar.”
“I am Prince Jossiah Kadeen, grandson of King Fergal Noble and son of Sheelagh Noble, heir to the throne of Clan Chatham and Shintel.”
The two men stared at each other, disgust written all over Desdrin’s face. “We shall see, Jedi if you are truly who you say you are. My father, Darius, Lord Caballus wishes to speak with you.” Desdrin motioned towards the house and moved back out of the way. Joss and his party entered the courtyard slowly, their eyes scanning left and right. No Chatham’s had been within the walls of Peltar’s stronghold in nearly thirty-five years and they were very uneasy.
A man not much older than Joss stepped out of the keep and strode over to meet him. He was about the same height, with thick blond hair and deep chocolate eyes. His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he held out his hands in welcome. “Jossiah Kadeen. I am Darius Mitchar, Lord Caballus of Peltar and the next rightful King of Shintel.”
Joss looked at him steadily, glad for the warriors at his back. “There is only one rightful heir Mitchar, and you are looking at him. I carry the mark of legacy on my back and I have come to claim my birthright.” Joss’ hand went to his saber as Darius stepped back in shock.
“He promised me that you would die! That is why I helped him that night, the crown belongs to Peltar!” Darius screamed, reaching for his own sword. Joss drew out the sword that Fergal had given him and moved into attack position. Darius sneered at him and swung mightily towards his head.
“You! You are the man responsible for my mother’s kidnapping and death! You will pay with your life Darius, I call for an honor duel to assuage the life debt.” Joss said harshly, his voice ringing throughout the courtyard.
“You have no honor Chatham!” Darius roared, swinging the blade at Joss’ head. He parried easily, the blade of his sword slicing through the tip of Darius’ sword like butter.
“It is you who have no honor Darius Mitchar of Peltar.” Joss said softly, the menace dripping from his words. “Who did you give my mother too? I will have his name before I kill you!”
Darius scoffed and attacked again, spinning and weaving, nicking Joss on the arm before he could leap out of the way. “First blood is mine Kadeen! You will never learn anything else from me! I will cut you down where you stand and take the lands and title that rightfully belong to me!”
Joss swung the heavy blade and Darius backpedaled furiously, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Joss pressed forward, his manner relentless, pushing him back to finally land on his ass in the dirt. Darius glared up at him and spat, “You will never take my lands! You are not the heir! I am!” he shouted.
Joss pulled the tunic from his body and the crowd gasped. The phoenix on his back stretched from shoulder to shoulder and rode all the way down to his spine. Desdrin dropped to his knees and tugged on his forelock, the rest of the Peltar Clan following his lead. Darius looked at his son with disgust and rose unsteadily to his feet, swinging his blade furiously.
Joss parried and swung the blade, neatly severing Darius’ head from his body. Lowering the sword, he turned to face Desdrin. “I claim the lands and wealth of Peltar for Clan Chatham! From this day forward, you shall be vassals. Desdrin Mitchar, do you recognize this and swear your fealty to the true crown?”
Desdrin quaked on his knees and nodded, tears streaming down his face at his father’s treachery. “I swear fealty to Prince Jossiah Kadeen on behalf of Clan Peltar! Lay down your arms and drop to kne knees, proclaim the rightful Heir!”
The entire Peltar Clan dropped to one knee and bowed their heads, weapons falling out of their hands and to the ground. Several minutes later, the Fiona guard touched down and surrounded Joss and his warriors, their sabers at the ready. Fergal exited the speeder and strode towards his grandson, standing over Desdrin and grinning. Fergal clapped him on the shoulder and raised his arm. “Hail the rightful Heir, Prince Jossiah Kadeen!” He roared and the two clans shouted along with him.
They approached the well-guarded stone house quietly, on the lookout for treachery. The war had been raging for nearly thirty years, diminishing finally to small, deadly skirmishes here and there. The doors to the keep swung open at their approach and the were met by mounted knights, decked out in full regalia, the purple and white of Peltar on their cloaks and shields.
They trotted to a stop in front of Joss’ party and he grimaced as a whipcord lean man dismounted and approached. He could feel the hatred emanating from him in waves and Joss fought to rein in his anger. He stopped a few feet in front of Joss and stared at him, their eyes meeting, brown to silver. “I am Desdrin Mitchar, heir to the Clan of Peltar.”
“I am Prince Jossiah Kadeen, grandson of King Fergal Noble and son of Sheelagh Noble, heir to the throne of Clan Chatham and Shintel.”
The two men stared at each other, disgust written all over Desdrin’s face. “We shall see, Jedi if you are truly who you say you are. My father, Darius, Lord Caballus wishes to speak with you.” Desdrin motioned towards the house and moved back out of the way. Joss and his party entered the courtyard slowly, their eyes scanning left and right. No Chatham’s had been within the walls of Peltar’s stronghold in nearly thirty-five years and they were very uneasy.
A man not much older than Joss stepped out of the keep and strode over to meet him. He was about the same height, with thick blond hair and deep chocolate eyes. His smile didn’t reach his eyes as he held out his hands in welcome. “Jossiah Kadeen. I am Darius Mitchar, Lord Caballus of Peltar and the next rightful King of Shintel.”
Joss looked at him steadily, glad for the warriors at his back. “There is only one rightful heir Mitchar, and you are looking at him. I carry the mark of legacy on my back and I have come to claim my birthright.” Joss’ hand went to his saber as Darius stepped back in shock.
“He promised me that you would die! That is why I helped him that night, the crown belongs to Peltar!” Darius screamed, reaching for his own sword. Joss drew out the sword that Fergal had given him and moved into attack position. Darius sneered at him and swung mightily towards his head.
“You! You are the man responsible for my mother’s kidnapping and death! You will pay with your life Darius, I call for an honor duel to assuage the life debt.” Joss said harshly, his voice ringing throughout the courtyard.
“You have no honor Chatham!” Darius roared, swinging the blade at Joss’ head. He parried easily, the blade of his sword slicing through the tip of Darius’ sword like butter.
“It is you who have no honor Darius Mitchar of Peltar.” Joss said softly, the menace dripping from his words. “Who did you give my mother too? I will have his name before I kill you!”
Darius scoffed and attacked again, spinning and weaving, nicking Joss on the arm before he could leap out of the way. “First blood is mine Kadeen! You will never learn anything else from me! I will cut you down where you stand and take the lands and title that rightfully belong to me!”
Joss swung the heavy blade and Darius backpedaled furiously, trying to maintain some semblance of control. Joss pressed forward, his manner relentless, pushing him back to finally land on his ass in the dirt. Darius glared up at him and spat, “You will never take my lands! You are not the heir! I am!” he shouted.
Joss pulled the tunic from his body and the crowd gasped. The phoenix on his back stretched from shoulder to shoulder and rode all the way down to his spine. Desdrin dropped to his knees and tugged on his forelock, the rest of the Peltar Clan following his lead. Darius looked at his son with disgust and rose unsteadily to his feet, swinging his blade furiously.
Joss parried and swung the blade, neatly severing Darius’ head from his body. Lowering the sword, he turned to face Desdrin. “I claim the lands and wealth of Peltar for Clan Chatham! From this day forward, you shall be vassals. Desdrin Mitchar, do you recognize this and swear your fealty to the true crown?”
Desdrin quaked on his knees and nodded, tears streaming down his face at his father’s treachery. “I swear fealty to Prince Jossiah Kadeen on behalf of Clan Peltar! Lay down your arms and drop to kne knees, proclaim the rightful Heir!”
The entire Peltar Clan dropped to one knee and bowed their heads, weapons falling out of their hands and to the ground. Several minutes later, the Fiona guard touched down and surrounded Joss and his warriors, their sabers at the ready. Fergal exited the speeder and strode towards his grandson, standing over Desdrin and grinning. Fergal clapped him on the shoulder and raised his arm. “Hail the rightful Heir, Prince Jossiah Kadeen!” He roared and the two clans shouted along with him.