Genre: "Scify Fantasy"

By M. L. Hollinger

Javik lives in a country surrounded by mountains and covered in old growth forest. His ambition is to become a warrior like his father, Tolda, but he must pass Mauhad before he can realize that ambition. When is father is killed saving the others in his raiding party, Javik despairs of ever reaching that goal without his father's training. Goldar, who led the raid when Tolda was killed, convinces the King to allow Javik to train with Tao Shan, the finest mentor in the kingdom. Javik finds himself among the sons of the wealthy and must adjust to the situation quickly. While in training he encounters a girl in the forest. She is Allana an escaped slave, but Javik falls in love with her. He convinces her to come out of hiding, and she teaches the sling to Tao Shan's students.

avik admired the brooding mountains surrounding
Berglaundia, his homeland. They stood like ranks of whitehaired
giants standing shoulder to shoulder to protect the
woods and vales below. The green fir trees climbed their slopes
in a vain attempt to overwhelm their masters, and the dark
forbidding forests of oak, beech, maple and elm spread out over
the land like a protective blanket. Farmland was scarce and
purchased at the price of back-breaking labor to clear the forest
He was thankful he was not a farmer. The cool, misty glades
of tall trees called to him like a siren. It was fall, and the forest
had exploded into an array of color not even rivaled by the
wool dyers in his village. The woods teemed with life, and he
was a hunter—a hunter learning to be a warrior. He’d lived
fifteen winters, and next year he would go on Mauhad, the
manhood test of his people, but now he was concentrating on
finding game.
He stopped short as he spotted a slight movement in the
clearing ahead. He crouched low and approached silently. A
quick test showed he was down-wind of whatever made the
movement. He found cover just short of the spot and saw a doe
standing in the clearing before him.
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It stood deathly still while its long, broad ears scanned the
dank brush for some sound of danger. Her wet, black nose
twitched to extract any scent of trouble from the crisp fall air.
Javik pulled the arrow slowly to full draw and raised the point
to the spot where it would find his quarry’s heart. He began to
relax his fingers just as the fawn rose behind its mother. A
smile spread across his face as he watched the deer’s child
search for a teat under the doe’s belly, and that moment of
hesitation was just enough to allow the clamber of the village
alarm bell to send the pair bounding off into the brush.
“The men are back from the raid,” he almost shouted as he
un-noched the arrow and returned it to his quiver. The boy
sped off toward his village, anticipating the celebration
following a successful raid on the Sentii villages beyond the
As he entered the stockade gate, his elation quickly turned to
foreboding. Everywhere he looked women wept on their
mothers’ shoulders, and the wails of mourning told him many
houses would be without their men tonight. He made straight
for the common house where the raiders would gather, but he
was not prepared for the sight greeting him there.
Wounded men lay everywhere. Their women attended to
them, unwinding bloody bandages and replacing them with
new dressings. In the center near the hearth fire Goldar, the
raid leader, sat in a chair with two healers hovering over him.
He was bare from the waist up, and Javik could see the scars of
many wounds suffered in previous raids marring his muscular
torso. A fresh wound gaped on his left shoulder, and this was
the subject of the healers’ attentions.
“Ahhh! Confound it, man! Quit probing and put an iron to
it!” the war leader shouted, sending the healers scurrying for
the brazier of hot coals holding the cauterizing irons.
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Javik looked around for his father but didn’t see him. He
was about to leave for his own hearth when Goldar called to
him. “Javik, come here, lad.”
Javik knelt before the war leader, showing him the respect
due from a lad not yet mature. “Yes, sir.”
“I’ve sad news for you.” He paused trying to find some way
to deliver his terrible story more gently. In the end, he could
find no better words. “Your father’s dead.”
Javik looked up at the sad face of the great man and fought
back his tears. A boy who aspires to warrior status must not
break down and cry even at such horrible news.
“How did he die, sir?”
At that moment the healer applied the cauterizing iron.
Goldar flinched but did not cry out. The smell of scorched flesh
almost made Javik sick, but he fought the urge to vomit with
what was left of his resolve. Goldar recovered quickly.
“He was leading the advance guard through the high pass
when the Sentii ambushed us. They let his party through before
they attacked, and Tolda could have saved himself, but he led
his group back and cut an escape route through the Sentii lines
for us. His action saved many lives but it cost his own. A Sentii
arrow struck him down, and the last thing I saw was their war
chief holding his severed head high for all to see. We had no
hope of recovering his body. I’m sorry, Javik, but your father
died as he would have wished to die.”
The implications of Goldar’s words began to dawn in Javik’s
mind. “What’ll I do now, sir? My mother and I have no other
family. We’ll be assigned to some house as wards of the king,
and I’ll have no mentor. How will I be able to complete
Goldar placed one hand on Javik’s shoulder. “I’ll speak to
the king. I’m sure he’ll recognize your father’s bravery. I
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remember something about a blood price in our ancient laws,
but it hasn’t been invoked in many years. Don’t worry.
Everything will turn out well. Now, go to Dana. Your mother
needs your strength.”
Javik rose and bowed to the warrior his father respected
above all other men and went directly to his mother’s hearth.
He found Dana staring into the embers with her hands folded in
her lap. Swollen red eyes and the tracks of many tears clouded
her beauty and she looked suddenly old.
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