You're probably thinking "that's a long time, Alex" or "I don't care, just let me read it." Well, in my defense I was working on finishing the Knight's Journey book. And I was doing other important things. What you should take away from this is that I have finished my novella and it will be published soon (also, this story is totally unrelated to the Knight's Journey series).
Anyways, here is a preview of the new story:
The wind picked up as Caius approached the ruins. The air was cold and biting, the ground covered by patches of frost. Even in the summer months a man could freeze to death this high up in the mountains of Tor al'Dhun, and it was not summer.
Caius shivered, wishing he were more properly dressed. He had known it would cold, but he had not expected this. There was not even snow, yet his breath could be seen on the air and his water skin had hardened, the water inside turning to ice.
"Stupid, ignorant fool. I should have been more thorough. Should have expected this." Caius muttered to himself as he walked.
It's always the little things that get overlooked, Caius thought.
He should have known better. In preparation for the cold, he had layered his clothing. Everything was lined with fur and insulated. Everything but his gods-damned feet. He had purchased a scarf—a woman's garment—to protect his face, and yet he had not purchased thicker socks or better boots. Now he was forced to wear his socks in layers, stretching them out and making him clumsy. And for all his trouble he still could not feel his toes.
The wind gusted again, biting him with a cold fury. Caius cursed and shifted his scarf so that it protected his face.
"I am going to murder Sammet when I return. His map had better be worth the price that I paid."
Caius's hand moved towards his pocket where he kept the map. Sam had claimed that it revealed a secret to the location of a Dwarven ruin. The Dwarven ruins always yielded great plunder, and this one, Caius hoped, would yield a treasure greater than any other he had visited.
Caius was a well travelled man. He had explored many ruins and gone questing for many artifacts and treasures. He had held treasures that were rare and great enough to make him a king. He had unearthed mountains of gold and jewels. And as much as he had gained, he had lost even more. If everything went well, he hoped that this adventure would yield enough of a profit for him to purchase one of the lesser cities and retire. All that he had to do was find a great-stone for his client and a few lesser stones for himself. All other treasure could be left for another day. After all, Caius was not some average treasure hunter. He was a Hunter, and he would not lower himself and waste time on the simple treasures that others sought after.
Within several minutes Caius topped the rise that he had been climbing and found himself staring down at the great Dwarven ruins of Dal ghar'Dhul. The location of these ruins was no great secret. This had been one of the greatest of the Dwarven settlements. The once great city, now just ruins, had been built over almost a full square mile. It was not very impressive when viewed from above, but that was how all Dwarven settlements were. By Dwarven standards, this was a massive ruin.
The Dwarves had died out long ago, their history long forgotten and their culture and existence nothing more than a mythical shade, a memory long forgotten by the land. But many of their greater cities remained, and while the sections that had been built above ground stood in ruins, the lower levels were in much better shape. That was how the Dwarves had built. They had small above ground structures, ones built of necessity for they had not seemed to enjoy the light of the sun and moon. Below every city were caverns and tunnels that spanned great distances and went to unmeasured depths.
All of the texts and the lore of Dwarven culture, everything that had been discovered about them, mentioned the greatness of the city of Dal ghar'Dhul. It was said that it was one of their greatest accomplishments. The city of the Dwarven forges, the place where all things were made, and the vault of their most sacred treasures.
Naturally, the ruins had drawn the attention of every adventurer and treasure hunter from far and wide. It had taken nearly twenty years for anyone to discover the path to the underground tunnels, many of which were caved in and filled with numerous traps and intricate puzzles designed to keep safe the treasures that were hidden. But years of searching yielded no such treasures, only miles and miles of underground tunnels filled with metals and alloys and any number of worthless artifacts. The scholars had dubbed it the greatest treasury ever found, but Caius was not interested in history. The Dwarves were extinct and their culture, no matter how interesting, meant little to him.
Now, almost a century after the underground tunnels had been discovered and a half century after the ruins had been abandoned by the likes of treasure hunters, Caius looked upon the ruins with a sense of hope and wonder and no small amount of avarice.
It was time to discover whether or not his trip would be worth the effort and the money.
Thanks for reading through to the end. That's all I have to give away for the preview. I hope that everyone enjoys the story when it finally gets published.
P.S. - If anyone thinks of a great title for this story, let me know. I've been calling it Treasure Hunter, but that's super bland and boring. I need something with more oomph! Maybe I should pay someone else to name the things I write, cause I always seem to come up with terrible titles.
P.P.S. - Any spelling errors that you find are totally on purpose. But just to verify that you found them all, call them out.
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