TITLE: THE LAST OBRIST
GENRE: MIDDLE GRADE FANTASY
The final battle ended quickly. After 13 years in exile on Earth, Prince Beltane had no patience for a long siege. His Crusaders, 5,000 strong, ringed the outer walls of the Temple. His younger brother Arum, King of Annwyn, commanded what was left of the Temple Guard inside. Beltane touched the thick wooden doors that separated him from his brother. How many times had he played before those doors as a child, tracing the carvings that told Annwyn’s history? No matter. There would be new doors soon, and a new history.
Beltane raised his hands and the doors groaned as King Arum’s magic willed them to stay closed. The two brothers fought to a standstill for a few moments, but Beltane knew Arum was weakening. Then the doors exploded into splinters and Beltane’s Crusaders stormed the Great Hall.
“Enough!” The King spoke with such authority that even Beltane’s men stopped where they stood. “I surrender, Beltane,” he said. “My guards will lay down their weapons.”
Beltane strode into the hall, his chain mail clanking. The armies parted, clearing a path to the platform at the far end of the hall where King Arum stood in front of his throne.
“It's not your place to make demands,” Beltane said. He crossed through the Great Hall, climbed the platform and circled his brother, staring into the pale violet eyes so much like his own. They’d shared everything in common once, until the very day their father passed Beltane by and made Arum king.