Half Moon Rising-Chapter 1

Notes:

• Once again, please ‘pick it to pieces.’ Especially since this is a long time before the original series, I’m far more likely to make mistakes.

• (Bonifer! 😤😡)

• Also, I’m hoping to post one chapter a day but I might not be able to. It depends on how fast I can write this one.

Half Moon Rising

Eliana Mee

Chapter 1 The Journal of Bonifer Squoon

     This is the journal of Bonifer Squoon, principal advisor to the High King, Jru Wingfeather

Read this without my permission, and I will pound your nose.

4th of Five Moon, Year 434 of the Fourth Epoch

     The deed is done. The blundering fool hired to complete the act almost didn’t finish it. They were about to make it out. He had to settle for taking the three of them down with his arrows before they escaped in a lifeboat. A badly done job, but done nonetheless. The man that finished them off was the only survivor. He was picked up by a Hollish trading ship. No one will tell what happened on the Silverstar that night. All of this was told to me by the assassin this morning. That’s another breach in the plan. Little does he himself know, but that assassin was not supposed to make it out. An accident can easily be arranged for him. There must be no witnesses. At least the job is done, and a relief that it is, too. Jru was getting too close. He wasn’t trying too, of course, but he’d started looking through the First Books by himself, and spending too much time in the room that is the entrance to the Fane. Another year or two, and who knows what secrets he may have discovered. I wasn’t too worried, no one could ever discover what mysteries lie about that ancient place, nor what plans the Nameless One has. I can scarcely comprehend the whole of it myself. But the Nameless One in the Killridges will not allow even the slightest risk. Besides the need for the whole affair to be concealed, he has a burning hatred for Jru and Madia, and will be quite satisfied to learn of their demise. So, the High King Jru, his Queen, and the mighty Throne Warden have been done away with in what will appear to all to be a most unfortunate accident. A terrible calamity, the wreck of the Silverstar. There will be some difficulty in bringing the Heir to the throne, but not too much. Before he left on the voyage, I made sure that all of Jru’s affairs, his will and such, were in order. The Nameless One was worried about the Heir as well, but I assured him that there is nothing at all to be concerned about. The lad is yet only a boy, not even sixteen years old, and will need my guidance in nearly all his actions. I could be worried about the next Throne Warden, but he is still young as well, barely of age, and it’s highly unlikely either one of them would discover anything dangerous. Besides, too many royal deaths in a short period of time would be quite wasteful, and draw suspicion besides. It would send the counselors into a legal frenzy to find the next heir. Besides, as I said, they are nothing to worry about. They are nothing but boys. I will soon go to the royal apartments and tell the lads of the calamity. It’s one of the more unpleasant parts of this plan, telling them, but to hear of something like this, the death of their parents and their aunt besides, it’s better that I tell them in person. After the assassin is done away with, there will be no one left who was on the Silverstar. No one at all. No one, not even the boys, Artham and Esben, will ever be able to learn the truth of what happened that night.