The Solitary Road
The Solitary Road
Dumped in a treacherous Arctic land, Amara Dagon must master her spell craft if she is to survive a year in exile, but fear, doubt and the loss of her family threatens to take hold. Can Amara gain control of her magic or will she succumb to it leaving her people in the hands of a dangerous tyrant?
In Dreams... The Solitary Road
“Wake up! Damn it Amara, it’s a nightmare!”
Amara’s body flailed in Maggie’s hands, as she was shaken awake. Still screaming, Amara tore herself out of her friends grip and shot up to her feet.
“Where?” She looked out of a port window realizing that they were in the air, and that Maggie had the wheel of the flyer tied to keep their course. “What happened?” She doubled over, a sharp itching pain filling her right arm. Lifting her long white sleeve, she could see the outline of the Queens stinger in her arm; the insertion point was red and swollen.
“You were having a nightmare, not that I blame you.” Maggie pulled her light blonde hair back into a ponytail. “Listen, I'm really sorry, that accident...”
“It wasn’t an accident.”
“Well I'm not going to argue that with you. You know me well enough to know that.”
Maggie was the eldest daughter of Margaret; one of The Five. She was responsible for the Trialade shipments and as a result no longer lived on the Isle, she kept away from its politics, so long as it meant she didn’t have to go back. Before taking the shipping job, she and Amara had been good friends, and Maggie usually made a point of seeing her when she was on Isle.
“Where are you taking me, Maggie?”
“Sun’s Circle, there’s no way I'm dropping you off in the middle of nowhere, with just a pack of provisions and unfletched arrow heads, that total B.S. You’re gonna stay with me, till your years up, they’ll never know the difference, it’s not like anybody has ever really seen you there.”
“This isn’t about my being comfortable.” Amara huffed, feeling weight on her lower body. “What the!”
Maggie turned her head back as Amara felt down her hips and crotch. “Oh, yeah, they said to give you this key, apparently they worry about your habit of passing out, didn’t want anything unfortunate to happen to you.”
“So they slapped a chastity belt on me?”
“You would have liked the alternative less; at least you can painlessly undo that.”