The First Spell Weaver of Airendell: Book Two of the Airendell Chronicles Read Online Free PDF

starts running a little faster as she says that. 
    Damian looks at George and Breena and catches up with Morna. “Easy Morna.  Luca is a powerful and smart vampire, a potent Spell Weaver and Warrior.  He’s fine.”
    Morna is thankful for the calming influence of her protector and holds up her hand to indicate they should slow down.  She can see the familiar green glow of her home gateway.  Archer or someone under his command should have challenged them by now.  Damian and Morna snarl at the same time.  They have both picked up the scent of Troll.  “Dammit!  Trolls are attacking the guard at the gateway!”
    George smells the Trolls now too, he looks at Breena, “You ever fought one these things?”
    “Nope, fraid not.” Breena admits.  “But in my experience, anything dies if you take its head off.”  She draws her sword like someone who knows what they are doing and keeps running forward.
    But George thinks she looks a little worried just the same.  “Well I haven’t either, but fighting vicious creatures is something I have some experience with, so let’s watch each other’s backs, okay?” George offers.
    “Sounds like a plan to me.” Breena agrees with a small smile.
    Morna looks back at George and Breena.  “Do not let them separate you from us.  That is one of their favorite battle tactics.  Elias, Damian isn‘t used to this kind of fighting, watch his back.  I am sure he will be watching Breena instead of his own back.”
    When they burst into the gateway room they see three men fighting about twenty huge Trolls.  George and Damian have never seen Trolls.  They are monstrous.  Each creature is over seven feet tall, and very, very solidly built.  They are incredibly hairy, and have scaly armor over much of their bodies, with a mouth full of vicious looking teeth, short tusks and savage yellow eyes.  George thinks they look a lot like an armadillo on steroids.  Each creature is armed with either an axe, a sword or a pike. 
    “Oh yeah, their hearts are in their lower abdomens, so don’t waste blows to their upper chest.  Striking them there only pisses them off,” instructs Morna as she takes the battle axe from her back and brings the nearest Troll down with a single blow between its massive, hairy legs.  George and Damian have never heard anything like the screeching sound the dying Troll emits.  Elias takes one out cleanly with his sword.
    Morna sees Archer across the huge room, “ARCHER!  My brother!” she screams. 
    He doesn’t look up but says, “Morna is that you?”  He brings a Troll down with a vicious blow to the lower abdomen with his sword.  Elias takes out a Troll that is coming up behind Breena, he smoothly decapitates it.
    “Yes,” she yells back at her half-brother.  “Did any get through?”  She brings another down with a blow between his legs.  She looks over in time to see Damian strike at a Troll and miss with his sword.  “Here, try this, Son.” She tosses the battle axe to him.    He catches it as Morna slides her sword out of her sheath.  And stabs one through the middle chest, it keeps coming and screaming.  She whacks it again with her sword between the legs and it falls down screeching as it dies.
    “Aye, bout fifty of the beasties!  They caught us off guard.   I think someone had put some kind of spell on us.” Archer shouts back at Morna.  “Morna, Magdrid has disbanded the Airendell Warriors, there would have been no one to stop them when they left the gateway unless someone just happened to be in the area.”
    “Shit!” Morna mutters, “What the hell is wrong with Magdrid?  Why is she leaving Airendell so vulnerable?”  Morna has a sick feeling in her gut that leaving Airendell vulnerable to attack is just what Magdrid intended.  She prays she is wrong about her mother.
    George and Damian take a Troll down working together, then Damian swings around behind Breena and gets one on the head that was coming up on