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Tempest
Tempest
Tempest
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Tempest

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One mountain village is isolated in a storm that lasts generations. A man arrives from the sea by boat, charged with one task: kill the dragon that caused the storm.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSara Swanson
Release dateJan 7, 2012
ISBN9781465737175
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    Tempest - Sara Swanson

    Tempest

    Sara Swanson

    Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2012 Sara Swanson

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    The priest came into town quietly enough—he anchored his boat onto the rocky shore of the Kabul mountains, tethered it to a pine, and gathered his few things. He stepped out of his boat, draped in a robe with a fiery sheen and a daffodil-yellow embroidery of the sun, carrying a leather tome bearing the same burning emblem of his robe. Yes, quietly enough—the only noises that marked his arrival were the snickers of the townspeople.

    See, sunlight hadn’t sent a silver-rimmed cloud their way for years. The village of Kabul once laid low in the valley, its homes stretching through the basin like a flowing river. Then the rains came, and the valley began to flood. The people migrated slowly up the side of the mountains, and now they lived so high that their homes perched on the bluff like mountain goats, and trails through the town grew perilously skinny. They lost most contact with the world outside as their creeks became rivers, and then lakes, and then an ocean of water sifting in the mountain cradles.

    It wasn’t as if the village was doomed—animals fled to the heights as well, crowding out the upper regions, and combined with the surging aquatic life, there was plenty of food. So when the sun priest arrived, there was a mutual consensus among the town that he was a fool. Nonetheless, they were intrigued by the first visitor in decades, and tales of the sun from prior generations were always welcome.

    He set up a tarp in the claustrophobic plaza, opened his big leather tome, and began to tell the strangest stories—mainly to the children, whose ears were keener, and who had more time to listen. One of these children was named Arima—older than most of the others, and hotheaded, whatever he liked became popular, and whatever he disliked became scorned. He enjoyed the tales this sun priest brought with him—stories about dragons, talking animals, creation and destruction. It seemed that leather tome held everything that would ever come to pass in the world, and then some—changed times, and averted prophecies. The tales incited something inside him—an aspiration to ascend into these ranks of heroes, these folklores and fables brought from strange and foreign lands. So when the sun priest talked about rays of light, and sunlit fields, and places where the ground was so dry it cracked at the top like overcooked bread, Arima couldn’t contain his excitement to his peers and hurried home to tell his warden—the mayor.

    The mayor had been childless and never sought a wife, so when the villagers found a child in the waters, he had been more than happy to adopt him as a son. While Arima called him by his name—Irsa—the two had forged a familial bond over the years they shared together in

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