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  War of Kings and Monsters

  Future House Publishing

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  Text © 2020 Christopher Keene

  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means without the written permission of Future House Publishing at [email protected].

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales is entirely coincidental.

  ISBN: 9781950020027 (paperback)

  Developmental editing by Emma Snow

  Substantive editing by Emma Hoggan

  Copy editing by Isabelle Tatum

  Interior design by Amanda LaFrance

  Dedicated to Hayley. Here’s my attempt to take something you love—monster battles—and mix it with something I love—medieval fantasy.

  Contents

  Chapter 1: The Kairen Key

  Chapter 2: Melkai

  Chapter 3: Pact Item

  Chapter 4: The Man at the Lake

  Chapter 5: The Kydian

  Chapter 6: Ramannon

  Chapter 7: The Dragon

  Chapter 8: The Man in the Woods

  Chapter 9: Reunion

  Chapter 10: Another Caller

  Chapter 11: Parting Ways

  Chapter 12: Succession

  Chapter 13: Avatasc

  Chapter 14: The Snake King

  Chapter 15: The King’s Folly

  Chapter 16: Taiba

  Chapter 17: Terratheist

  Chapter 18: War Council

  Chapter 19: The Senadonians

  Chapter 20: Laine’s Lesson

  Chapter 21: War of the Melkai

  Chapter 22: The Scion of Akai

  Chapter 23: The Battlements

  Chapter 24: Invasion

  Chapter 25: The Gate

  Chapter 26: Adversary

  Chapter 27: Sister

  Chapter 28: Melkai of the Third Circle

  Chapter 29: The Fall

  Chapter 30: The Kairen Sword

  Chapter 31: Peace

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Chapter 1: The Kairen Key

  Nathan sat at his bedroom desk, nosing through a heavy tome. At this stage of his studies, he knew most of what there was to know about first-circle Melkai, but given the wide variety of second-circle Melkai, he had to constantly brush up on them. The bloated tome depicted the stupidly large second-circle Melkai, matching the monsters from the other world with animals that inhabited his own.

  Although supposedly above his reading level, at fifteen, Nathan found the book only mildly challenging, mostly because he took the wisdom it contained with a grain of salt. From his experience, men who wrote such large books got out from behind their walls as rarely as he did. The author seemed to be pulling descriptions out of his rear end. Even so, drawn in by the detailed pictures and colorful descriptions, Nathan took pleasure in being a voyeur into the dangers of the world outside the castle walls while still being safe and sound behind them.

  Flipping back through the section showing the smaller and weaker first-circle Melkai, he saw that many of them were still much larger than his own, though he doubted any of them would be as loyal as Taiba, his little friend from that other world.

  He stretched a hand out toward his bed. “Hey, come out here.”

  A small blue reptile, no larger than a gecko, rushed out from his sheets, jumped onto his hand, then climbed into the folds of his hood. The Melkai deemed that part of him not only the best vantage point to observe their surroundings, but also the best place to nestle down in if he became too cold. After spending three years with the curious creature, Taiba had become his closest confidant, and he was fond of feeling his cool tail coil loosely around his neck above his chain necklace. He reached up absentmindedly to pat Taiba’s head in the place he knew his friend liked best.

  There was a loud knock at the door, and they both jumped in surprise.

  “Nathan, your presence is needed,” Master Morrow called from the other side.

  “Don’t tell me another apprentice has tried to make a pact with a Melkai in his room again.”

  “Worse. You have been summoned to the throne room. Best not keep the king waiting.”

  Nathan squeezed his eyes shut and cursed under his breath. Although he often saw the king on his usual walks through the castle, Nathan had only been in the throne room a few times: once when he had first arrived and several times when he and the prince had gotten caught making trouble together as children, usually for exploring forbidden places in the castle.

  His master continued with further knocking. “Nathan, hurry up now!”

  “Okay, okay! I’m coming!”

  He opened his door to find Morrow, the Master of Pacts, waiting for him in the sunlit hallway, a grave expression on his wizened, bearded face that belied his usual jovial nature.

  “Come on.” Morrow strode down the hallway, his long robes billowing behind him.

  Nathan hurried after him but glanced back at his bedroom door, yearning for his lost comfort. As had been his routine for the last four years, he’d stayed up late last night sitting through one of Morrow’s lectures and didn’t want to start yawning in front of the king.

  “Being called on like this . . . it’s a bit unusual.” Nathan jogged to keep up with his teacher’s long gait. “Does this mean lectures are canceled for today?”

  Morrow ignored his question. “Over the last several nights, our court astronomers have noticed a red hue on the moon’s horizon. Since then, that sliver of red has become a thin crescent. According to the Kairen texts, this is meant to signal a warning that one of the Kairen’s ancient spells is weakening. We have less than one month before it breaks entirely.”

  I’ll take that as a no on today’s lectures.

  “Which spell?”

  Morrow didn’t answer him.

  “Wait, you’re not talking about the barrier to the Melkairen, are you?”

  The Melkairen was the world containing the Melkai. So long as they were trapped within that world, they were limited to their spirit forms until a caller bound them to a pact item. But if the barrier between the worlds were to go down, the Melkai would roam freely, endangering all they came across. If Morrow’s lessons were anything to go by, few if any were as friendly as Taiba.

  Morrow gave an almost imperceptible nod but only said, “Best leave your questions for the king.”

  They approached the throne room doors. Frazzled by the prospect, Nathan combed his sandy hair and attempted to remember the etiquette required for an appearance before the king. It had been so long since he’d needed to draw upon such knowledge.

  The guards on either side of the en
trance opened the doors, and Nathan followed his instructor into the large hall. The throne was on a high dais at the back of the room and faced not forward, but to the left. White ribbons hung in arcs above where the king sat with a thin-lipped expression.

  When Morrow and Nathan reached the end of the long red carpet, Nathan shuffled nervously, shifting his weight from leg to leg as Taiba fidgeted in his hood.

  Two people stood on either side of the old king. To his left was his Lord Chancellor, a long-faced man with graying hair. He had a strict, almost menacing focus in his cold eyes.

  Prince Michael stood to the king’s right. Despite the tension in the room, Michael failed to hold down his smile. The smile didn’t suit his giant frame or stubbly face, for Michael appeared more intimidating than he actually was. Nathan’s first memory in the castle was of Michael, still a young boy himself, saving him from a squad of soldiers who believed him to be an urchin sneaking into the castle. They had been like brothers ever since. Now the prince was twenty and in command of those soldiers. He had the armor and broadsword to prove it.

  “Come forth,” the king called.

  Both he and Morrow moved closer. The large doors closed with a boom, and as the echo died, Nathan and Morrow knelt before the dais.

  “I’m sure you’re a little confused right now,” the king intoned.

  Nathan followed his master’s lead and rose to his feet. “I . . . Yes. What gives me the honor of being summoned like this, Your Majesty?”

  “I have taken care of you in my kingdom for . . . what is it now, ten years?” he asked.

  Nathan nodded. The reason for this had always eluded him. It wasn’t like he was anyone special.

  “When you arrived from Avatasc, I took you in and protected you. Now, in our most desperate hour, I call you forth to ask you to help us in kind.”

  Nathan drew in a breath. Me, help the kingdom?

  “I entreat you to take a journey that may save us all. Do you understand, Nathan?”

  Taiba must have sensed his rising fear as Nathan felt him shift within his hood.

  He shook his head roughly, all etiquette fleeing his mind. “N-no, how could I? I’m just an apprentice caller, Your Majesty.”

  The king cleared his throat. “Do you still have the key you were given as a child?”

  Nodding, Nathan took the golden chain out from his collar and showed the crystal key to the king. He had possessed it for as long as he could remember, but couldn’t recall who had given it to him. It was one of the few objects linked directly to his past, and he never took it off, hoping it might one day be recognized by some visiting diplomat or noble who could tell him what it was. Now, however, that was no longer necessary.

  “What you hold in your hand is the Kairen Key, quite literally the key to our survival, young man. However, it is not complete. It’s only one half of what is required to reseal the barrier locking away the monstrous Melkai.” The king’s tone became grave. “The other half is owned by someone of royal blood in the kingdom of . . . Avatasc.”

  “Isn’t Avatasc our enemy? Your Majesty, even I know no one takes the peace treaty between the kingdoms seriously.”

  The king nodded. “That is so.”

  “This doesn’t make sense, Your Majesty. Why me?” Nathan shook his head. “I—I haven’t even called a second-circle Melkai yet. I’m not ready!”

  “I agree, Father. He has no experience of the world outside the walls.” Michael raised a hand to his chest. “Surely, I—”

  “Only a Kairen can use the Kairen Key!” the king shouted.

  Michael went to protest stubbornly but stopped when he realized he didn’t know how to counter this point. He lowered his hand and stepped back.

  “Kairen,” Nathan uttered, dumbfounded. “I’m a Kairen?”

  He had read that the Kairens were the first race to call forth Melkai. Indeed, the kingdoms had been founded on their power. Yet no one had ever told him he was a descendant of those ancient summoners.

  “That’s right, Nathan,” the king continued. “Long ago there was a lasting peace between our kingdoms. It was proven by dividing the ownership of the Kairen Key, a half of which you now hold.”

  “That key is the only thing that can prevent the invasion of Melkai into our world,” Master Morrow cut in. “But both halves must be located to reseal the barrier to the Melkairen!”

  Over the years, Morrow had given Nathan news of journeymen and adventuring callers who had come across and, on occasion, fought against unbonded Melkai who slipped through the barrier. At first, Morrow had spoken of it as though they were anomalies or tall tales men used to gain fame and notoriety, but such reports had become more frequent of late and more and more journeymen were going missing. Although only a handful of Melkai had escaped the barrier, those few that had were vicious and out for blood.

  If I really want to become an Advanced Summoner then it’s now or never that I prove it.

  He looked down at the key-half.

  But even if I find the other half of the Kairen Key, do they think my Kairen blood will just kick in and I’ll know what to do with it?

  “A-and I am to go alone?” Nathan asked.

  “You’re joking, right?” Prince Michael called. “I’m going with you. Father thinks it necessary that I prove myself on this journey. It’s you and me, big guy.”

  Relief washed over him. Michael was the most skilled fighter in the kingdom, and his experience on the road would be invaluable. The idea of a prince guarding a novice caller was ridiculous, but then the idea of this whole quest was a little ridiculous.

  Taiba’s head perked up and his tail began to wag. He liked Michael.

  Despite the prince joining him, Nathan’s heart still raced. He knew better than anyone the dangers of the outside world, particularly now that the Melkai were escaping the Melkairen. Indeed, he had just been reading a book on the dangers of the Melkai. He longed to return to his room to continue reading or even see if he could bring it with him, but the tome was so large he doubted he could fit it in a rucksack. He sighed and shook his head, regretting not taking notes when he had the chance.

  Nevertheless, he would go. He was indebted to the king for allowing him to live in the castle and take lessons under Master Morrow, the greatest Advanced Summoner in the land.

  He looked up at Morrow. “Will you be coming with us, Master?”

  Morrow shook his head, eyes red with weariness. “I must remain here to prepare the junior callers in case you fail. It’s possible, and as you well know, Melkai are attracted to large groups of people, so, to lower the risk of enticing them, you two will be on your own.”

  Nathan nodded, jaw clenched in both fear and determination. I’m a Kairen. This is my fate.

  He looked up at the king. “Okay, I’ll go.”

  “Everything for your journey will be provided for you in packs at the main door. You must collect them and leave immediately,” the king said, and the doors creaked open behind them.

  Dragon’s breath! They sure are eager to send us on our way.

  “C-can’t I at least take some books with me?” Nathan babbled. “Surely, I—”

  “The weakening of the barrier will occur when the moon has turned completely red. Second-circle Melkai will be roaming the land, so you must be careful. You must travel light so you can go quickly. The packs provided are intended for that purpose.”

  Michael jumped down from the dais and grinned up at the king. “Don’t worry, Father. With me accompanying him, he’ll have nothing to fear.”

  The king scoffed. “Your foolhardy words cause me more worry than any Melkai.”

  Michael waved this off. “Don’t lose sleep on my account. I’ll be sure not to run into a fight blindly. Besides . . .” He patted Nathan on the shoulder. “I’ll have him to watch my back.”

  The king nodded, a proud gleam in his eyes. “Just be careful, my son.”

  “You too, old man.”


  With a wave, Michael strode past Nathan and exited the throne room. Looking back nervously and receiving a curt nod from Master Morrow, Nathan followed.

  Chapter 2: Melkai

  Nathan winced as the castle doors boomed shut behind him. The majority of Nathan’s studies had been focused on a time when Melkai were either free to roam the lands or when people could simply summon them to kill each other. The castle walls had felt like the only thing protecting him from those potential threats.

  As he opened his eyes and saw only a flock of birds flying over the empty green fields, his rigid body relaxed.

  At his reaction, an amused smile spread over Michael’s face. Unlike him, the prince had been out on expeditions into the world before and was far more knowledgeable about how to deal with its trials.

  Nathan returned the grin but still looked back at the gates of the Terratheist city, walling them off from all that was familiar.

  Michael led them down the hill. Seeing the outside world from the ground was different from seeing it from his window, and the further they walked from the castle, the more overwhelming the vastness of the surrounding grasslands and valleys became. Now, they were trekking down the Menophilly Hills. Once at their base, their next destination on the way to Avatasc would be Terratheist city’s water source: the Talis Lake.

  “So, why did you really decide to come with me?” Nathan asked.

  Michael laughed. “Why do you think? Someone had to watch your back on this journey.”

  Nathan gave him a pointed look.

  The prince rolled his eyes. “Alright, alright, you got me. Father wanted me to come to demonstrate my worth. He thinks this journey will prove me to be enough of a man to succeed him someday. But even if that wasn’t true, I still would have asked to come to help my little buddy.”

  “Yeah, yeah,” Nathan replied playfully. “Just try not to hit your head on the top of any doorframes when we get to Avatasc. They still have to repair the dent you made in the Summoners’ Spire.”

  “It’s not my fault you callers are all so puny,” he retorted, “but I promise not to step on you once I’ve reached my full height.”