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Call of Chaos
- Carol Hightshoe

Book One: Chaos Reigns Saga

The  exiled daughter of a minor noble, Kyrianna Dalynne, finds herself  trapped in a temple dedicated to Thynitic, The Lady of Chaos. She and  her companions, are charged with finding an ancient artifact before the  ones guarding the portals out will allow them to leave. As their search  continues, Kyrianna begins to question if there was a specific reason  she and the others were brought to this place.

After  the guardians claim the artifact as been secured, they offer to open  the portals to allow the group to return to their homes. Instead of the  familiar forest of Kilenter, Kyrianna finds herself in another world.  Her companions from the temple arrive several days after her.

When  one of the members is accused of murder, they are tasked with assisting  Tristan Duvall, who must face the demons and ghosts of his family's  past in order to claim his birthright as a nobleman of the city of  Raspa. Kyrianna finds herself attracted to the young man and facing the  difficult decision of accepting his invitation to remain with him or  return to her own home.


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Chapter One

Kyrianna  slipped out the window and dropped to the ground. Her soft leather  boots made a slight thud and she froze for a moment, crouching in the  shadows as she surveyed the area. She released a silent breath and  watched as the moisture condensed in front of her. The moon was a few  days past the first quarter, waxing toward full and provided enough  illumination for her eyes to pick out the shimmering frost on the rocks,  bushes and statuary scattered between her location and the back wall of  the estate. She continued to study the area, searching out the best  route through the clutter.

This  was a small estate and she judged it only a couple dozen paces from  where she was to the wall, but there had to be over fifty items of  statuary and bushes in her path.

“Ibacia,  master of shadows and patron of thieves, guide my steps,” she whispered  as she made her way through the clutter. She half danced as she avoided  the clutching branches of the bushes that threatened to capture her.  Rocks and broken pieces of marble bit at her feet, but her training had  taught her to move with a light step—even at a quick pace. However, as  her right foot slid over an icy piece of stone, she was glad she had an  even softer step than most.

“Chaos,  where is it?” she muttered as she searched for the message tube her  guild mentor, Silvis, had told her to find. Most of the noble estates in  Nydith, like this one, had several in various locations on the grounds  so messages could be passed if there was something preventing normal  communications. If not for those instructions, she would have slipped  back out the small gate near the stables where she had entered.

After  what seemed like an eternity, though the moon had not moved from its  watchful position, she located the message tube in the northeast corner  of the back wall. The opening was overgrown with flowers and grass; and  it was only the slight sparkle of the silver and gold marker crystals  that allowed her to find it. Kyrianna released the breath she hadn’t  realized she was holding then pulled the small packet of papers from  under her tunic, rolled it tight and slid it into the tube.

Before moving away, she took a few seconds to straighten the flowers and smooth the dirt. There, it would take someone with the proper training to see the area has been disturbed, she thought.

Still  moving cautiously, she made her way to the other corner of the wall  where the small statue of a unicorn stood. As soon as her hand touched  the white marble, she jerked it back. She had felt warmth and the slight  tremor of flesh, but this was just a statue. How could it be alive?

Kyrianna  stared at the statue, holding her breath, for several heartbeats. She  reached back out and placed her hand on the unicorn’s smooth neck. As  the cold, ebony eyes watched her; she rubbed the hard surface of stone.  For the briefest moment, there was a sparkle in the unicorn’s eyes that  should not have been there. She blinked and looked again—it was gone.

“My apologies,” she whispered as she used the statue to climb to the top of the wall.

Kyrianna  froze on top of the wall as footsteps echoed in the small alley. What  little light the moon had been providing was now hidden behind the  morning clouds and she forced herself as flat as she could as she  waited.

The footsteps continued, regular and even in their stride. Three or four, walking together, she thought, must be the Watch. However, it’s too early for the morning patrol, why are they here? Knowing the odds were already against her if this was a special patrol;  she mouthed a silent prayer her brother wouldn’t be with them.

Kyrianna shifted her head, to see the patrol and frowned at the flash of gold on the shoulder of one of the group. Chaos take it, Erudus is with them.

She  breathed a small sigh of relief when she saw her brother’s attention  seemed to be focused on the walls opposite her position. As long as his  attention was elsewhere, she was safe; human eyes wouldn’t see her in  this darkness.

However,  even that slight sound was enough to betray her. Erudus jerked his head  up and turned to scan the wall where she was. His eyes widened as he  tapped the shoulder of the guard next to him and pointed in her  direction. “The informant was correct,” he whispered.

“By Ibacia,” Kyrianna muttered as she jumped from the wall and ran to the front gates. If luck is with me, I will be able to get out before they can begin their search. She sprinted around the corner of the house, stealth forgotten in her  haste. Loud footfalls approached the gate. Her elven born reflexes  prevented her feet from sliding on the pebbles of the courtyard as she  stopped. There was no decent place to hide and no time to get over the  gate. Her hand went to one of the daggers on her belt then stopped. She  listened to the sounds again. There were at least two groups of guards  on the street; she would have no chance against them. An echoing creak  told her someone was opening the gate near the stables and a muttered  curse floated from the back of the estate, followed by the splintering  sound of stone breaking.

She  had no way out of the estate. It was almost as if they had been waiting  for her. She knew she couldn’t risk being caught in the house. At this  point, all they had were suspicions. There was no evidence of anything  except her trespass on Lord Ravel’s estate. Still it would be better to  not be caught at all. With a heavy sigh, she stepped back against the  wall of the house, crouched down behind a large shrub in the shadows and  hoped for the best.


She swallowed silently and refused to answer the familiar voice calling her name.

“Kyrianna?” The voice was a bit more insistent this time.

She  again held silent refusing to answer. Still holding her position, she  listened to the footsteps of the guards as they moved around the area.  Several people walked by the shrub she was hiding behind. Finally, one  of the searchers stopped in front of the large bush.

“Kyrianna,  I know it is you, do not make this any harder than it already is.” The  shrub rustled, and Kyrianna inhaled sharply as Erudus’ sword stopped  less than an inch from her face.

She took a slow, deep breath and closed her eyes to calm herself, then stood; her hands held well away from her weapons.

Erudus  only stared at her as he sheathed his sword, the sound of the sliding  metal loud in the silence of the night. Kyrianna flinched, but otherwise  didn’t move.

“Why?” Erudus stared at her for several seconds then nodded toward her weapons and held his hand out.

She  only shrugged in answer as she removed the daggers she was wearing and  placed them in her brother’s hand. The weapons handed over, Kyrianna  held her hands out, waiting for him to bind them.

Erudus  glanced down at the symbol engraved in the hilt of the daggers. With a  frown, he jerked his head toward the gates. “Let’s go.”

“Commander.” The guard saluted as he and an older gentleman approached. “This is Lord…”

“Lord  Ravel.” The older man glared at the guards as he looked around. “What  is going on? The guardsman said someone was caught trespassing.”

Kyrianna’s  eyes widened as she studied the gray haired, portly man standing there  wrapped in a brilliant green cloak over his nightclothes. She had never  met Lord Ravel, but she still knew this person. Silvis! She felt her breath catch in her throat. Was this a test or a set-up?

Lord  Ravel, Silvis, looked at her and smiled. She shuddered at the malice  she saw in his expression and moved several steps closer to her brother.

Erudus  bowed slightly. “My Lord, this person was observed on the back wall of  your estate. We have not yet ascertained whether she was entering or  leaving the grounds.”

“I  have checked; there is nothing missing or disturbed within the house. I  would surmise you were able to apprehend her as she was entering. I  leave this matter in your hands. Please inform Lord Brygan I will expect  his personal report regarding this matter.”

Kyrianna’s head snapped up at the mention of her father and she frowned at the look Silvis was directing toward her. Chaos take it, this was a set-up.

“I will relay your request, My Lord,” Erudus whispered.

For a moment, Kyrianna wondered if he had been hoping to hide the incident from their father.

“Very good.” Silvis turned and walked back toward the house.

Kyrianna  glanced back over her shoulder as her escorts walked her through the  gates and saw Silvis standing at the door smiling at her. He moved his  hands in a series of quick movements. “Thank you for your service to the  guild,” his hands said.

She moved her hands behind her back and signed back. “Chaos take you.”

Erudus  dismissed all but two members of the guard and motioned for her to walk  beside him with the two guards behind them. The streets of Nydith were  deserted as the four of them made their way back to the guard barracks  for this district.

Kyrianna  clenched her hands and fought the shiver that slid up and down her  spine as they approached the building. One of the guards opened and held  the door as Erudus motioned her through. They walked in silence to one  of the offices. Kyrianna held her head down, not looking at the familiar  weapons hung on the walls or the plaques honoring those recognized as  heroes by the Lords of Nydith. Several of those weapons and plaques  belonged to Lord Brygan of House Dalynne, her father.

“Ryia,  fetch Lord Brygan and the Magistrate. Vailken, remain here. Admit no  one until one of them arrives,” Erudus said when they reached the  interview room.

Both of the guards saluted then left the room.

“Sit down,” he ordered as the door shut behind them.

Kyrianna  walked around the small desk and pulled out the chair facing the door.  She looked at her brother, who had positioned himself in the corner to  her right. He was ignoring her, so she sat down, crossed her arms on the  table and put her head down to wait until her father arrived.

A  soft, feminine voice whispered in her ear, calling her name and  Kyrianna looked up. There was still no one else in the room other than  her and her brother. She put her head back down and the voice was there  again, stronger.

“Kyrianna,  you don’t belong in this place,” the woman’s voice said. “You are too  independent to be tied to the rules or prejudices of Nydith. You know in  your heart you will be sent away. Remember when they reject you, you  can call on me. I welcome you as one of my daughters.”

“Who  are you?” Kyrianna mouthed the question, although she knew it was her  thoughts the woman would hear more than any verbal expressions she might  make.

“You will know; when it is time.” The voice and the presence attached to it faded.

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