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Mage Hunter: Episode 5: Changeless Fate
Mage Hunter: Episode 5: Changeless Fate
Mage Hunter: Episode 5: Changeless Fate
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Mage Hunter: Episode 5: Changeless Fate

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The defeat of the barbaric Dartague looks imminent to the Ursians, but the Dartague still have the magic of their wyrd women behind the northern war. Once more Sergeant Guthrie Hackett is sent forth to hunt down those with magical powers, but his own sorcerous skills are becoming more and more difficult to keep a secret. Guthrie already suspects his two knightly companions know the truth about him.

When the knights and the sergeant find a village supposedly housing the wyrd women, the battle against magic becomes not only directed outwardly at a barbaric foe, but one which boils within Guthrie himself.

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PublisherTy Johnston
Release dateOct 6, 2012
ISBN9781301087716
Mage Hunter: Episode 5: Changeless Fate
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Ty Johnston

Originally from Kentucky, Ty Johnston is a former newspaper journalist. He lives in North Carolina with loving memories of his late wife. Blog: tyjohnston.blogspot.com

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    Mage Hunter - Ty Johnston

    MAGE HUNTER

    Part V of V: Changeless Fate

    by Ty Johnston

    a Monumental Works Group author

    Copyright 2012 by L. M. Press

    visit the author’s website: tyjohnston.blogspot.com

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    for Leo

    1,913 years After Ashal (A.A.)

    Chapter 1

    Cursing and grumbling as he rode across the white plain, Sergeant Guthrie Hackett leaned to one side in his saddle and spat, the hooves of his horse crunching frozen snow beneath. The sergeant twisted in his saddle and glared back at the two riders keeping pace a dozen yards behind, Guthrie’s eyes narrow through the slit of his salet helm.

    Those two riders, they were going to kill him. Guthrie knew this. He did not know when they were going to kill him, but it was coming.

    He spat again and turned to face forward.

    Something on your mind? one of the riders asked. It was Spear Kroff, an older man in heavy armor, a sword at his belt, a crossbow strapped to the side of his horse.

    Guthrie said nothing but rode on.

    Did you hear him, sergeant? It was the other who spoke, the one Guthrie truly did not trust. It was the woman, Sword Zanbra, the leader of their little party. She also wore heavy armor and a sword, a crossbow tied behind to her saddle.

    Grumbling again, the sergeant reined in his steed. He was sick of trekking into the woods chasing wizards and witches and only Ashal knew who else. Since the war had started, he had been doing nothing but riding and hiding and starving throughout the mountains of Dartague. He should have been on the front lines with his fellow countrymen, leading a squad when and if the enemy attacked again. But no, here he was on yet another mission into the hinterlands along the border of Ursia and Dartague. He had learned to hate all this sneaking around, and he hated everyone who wielded magic as a weapon against others. He himself had magical talents, apparently of some power, but he had not asked for them. It was because of his magical abilities that the two knights of the Holy Order of the Gauntlet were likely to kill him soon. Guthrie’s magic had been a secret, but he felt pretty strongly that Zanbra and Kroff knew his secret. Magic was a crime punishable by death in Ursia, and the knights of the Order were those who enforced such laws.

    Zanbra brought her horse to a halt a good distance away from the sergeant, but Kroff rode forward, stopping his animal as he came up next to Guthrie.

    What is bothering you? Kroff asked from his saddle. His features revealed no emotion, were flat. The man was good at hiding the truth, Guthrie figured.

    The sergeant sighed and turned his horse away from the two knights. Kroff ... His voice faltered, weakened. Guthrie stared into the distance across the snow to a line of pine trees and mountains beyond. It would have been a beautiful sight, he knew, if he didn’t believe it might be the last thing he would ever see. He wondered why the knights had not simply slain him back in camp, but he guessed they had their reasons. He sighed again, then found his voice once more.

    Kroff, I just wanted to say thanks, Guthrie said.

    The Spear’s face screwed up in confusion. For what?

    For being my friend, Guthrie said, then shrugged. Back in the mountains, you made me an offer to join the knighthood. I guess that’s out of the question now, but ... well, thanks.

    Kroff’s look changed to one of incredulity, surprise. He leaned away in his saddle as if stung. Guthrie had all but spoken that he knew what was coming. Apparently the knights believed Guthrie to be gullible, unsuspecting. Now Kroff realized the truth. It was there in his eyes.

    The knight held up a hand, almost reaching out to the sergeant. Guthrie, things are not what they seem. You --

    The sergeant did not hear the rest of the words. He spurred his animal forward, riding hard. He did not want to hear. His fate was set. The knights were taking him into the wilderness on some supposed mission to hunt down Dartague witches when everyone knew the Dartague were already beaten. There was no reason to hunt down the Dartague, nor their wyrd women.

    The sergeant had not made it a dozen yards when it began to snow again, this time in big, fat flakes the size of coins. The powder flittered along the edges of the visor of Guthrie’s helmet, the stomping hooves of his companions not far behind.

    Now that they were several miles from the front lines and camp, Guthrie expected a crossbow bolt to slam into his back at any moment, but as of yet that had not happened. If it did, so be it. He had been ready to retire early from the army before the war had broken out, and there was little enough for him beyond the military life. If Ashal deemed it time for Guthrie to die, then the sergeant would not argue the matter. He would go down fighting, if possible, but he would not live the remainder of his days fearing an arrow or a knife in the back. He would live as best he could as long as he could, though he was sure that period of time was only a matter of hours, perhaps days with some luck.

    Chapter 2

    Sergeant, hold!

    The shout came from Sword Zanbra, but Guthrie ignored the words as he trotted forward. He

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