BOOK 3 of The Ostler's Boy Series
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Love. Duty. Valor.
Court & Class.
A pseudo-medieval romance through the eyes of a reckless princess.
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After Svana and her Knight, there was a Princess and her love of adventure.
Eliza Rose, the wildes...
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Immediately, I ran after it, but it was fast. Faster than fast! It climbed higher into the sky and began to bend back toward us.
"Eliza!" Asked yelled. He followed after me. "Are you mad!?"
"Look at it!" I cried. "Look at it, Ask! It's a dragon!" I yelled, but as it came around, I realized that it was not. "Wait a second," I wondered. I slowed to a sputtering halt.
Ask met me at my side, and he dropped us both, forcing me to hit the ground. I was winded as I found the field; I hadn't broken my fall.
"What the–?" I started, but then the entity swept so low to the crop that it barely missed where I had been standing.
The creature flew by us and so close that I saw it for what it was.
"It's some sort of... flying cart?" I muttered.
"Aye," Askar breathed.
He got us to our feet, and we started running toward the house.
I could not help but look behind us. The mechanical thing that was soaring around– the would-be dragon, made another twist in the sky and started back our way.
"There's a man in it," I said. "Hello! Hey!" I yelled at it.
"Get in the house!" Askar ordered. "Get in the house; I don't care how. Just get in it!"
"Ask!" I cried. "I think he—" It wasn't stopping. "What is he doing?" I asked.
"Now, Eliza!"
"But what about you?" I refused to leave him. "Come in with me!"
"I'll fight him off," he said.
"What? No! Come with me!" I cried.
We cleared the property's fence, racing up the porch and banging on the entry. Askar tried to draw his sword, but I forced him toward the door.
"It's locked! I need you. Break it down!" I cried. "Please! Don't leave me! Don't be a hero!"
He sighed, slamming his shoulder into the frame, but then... Then the beast chasing us slowed down. It glided toward the open barn next to the chapel, and then its base touched the ground, and it rolled into the structure, unseen.
"Oh, my God, does it live here?" I asked.
Ask pounded on the door, but no one answered. Heated as I had never seen him, he stepped in front of me and drew his blade.
We waited for anyone to come out of the barn. No one did.
After a few minutes, our fears had leveled. I was still whispering, but my heart was not a rampage.
"We should go in there," I said.
"Why?" he muttered. "We can wait right here."
"What if— I'm sorry... I have no idea what to say."
