A Quest of Heroes (Book #1 in the Sorcerer's Ring)

Reece, O’Connor and Elden.
The four of them had barely said a word to each other since they left, still in
shock. Thor looked over at Reece and O’Connor with a feeling of gratitude he
had never known before. He could hardly believe that they had put themselves on
the line for him like that. He felt he had found true friends, more like
brothers. He had no idea what lay in store for them at the Canyon, but whatever
they should face, he was happy to have them at his side.
    Elden
he tried not to look at. He could see him, kicking rocks, smoldering with rage,
could see how annoyed and upset he was to be here, on patrol with them. But
Thor felt no pity for him. As Kolk had said, he had started the whole thing. It
served him right.
    The
four of them, a ragtag group, proceeded down the road, following directions.
They had been walking for hours, it was late in the afternoon, and Thor’s legs
were growing weary. He was also hungry. He had been given only a small bowl of
barley stew for lunch and hoped some food might be waiting for them wherever
they were going.
    But
he had bigger worries than that. He looked down at his new armor, and knew it
would not have been given to him if there were not an important reason. Before
sending them off, the four of them had been given new squire’s armor: leather,
dressed in chainmail. They were also given short swords of a coarse
metal—hardly the fine steel used to forge a knight’s sword, but certainly
better than nothing. It felt good to have a substantial weapon at his waist—in
addition, of course, to his sling, which he still carried. Though he knew that
if they were to encounter real trouble tonight, the weapons and armor they were
given might not suffice. He longed for the superior armor and weapons of his
cohorts in the Legion: medium and long swords of the finest metal, short
spears, maces, daggers, halberds. But these belonged to the boys of fame and
honor, from famous families, who could afford such things. This was not Thor, a
simple shepherd’s son.
    As
they marched down the interminable road, into the second sunset, far from the
welcoming gates of King’s Court, towards the distant divide of the Canyon, Thor
could not help but feel as if this were all his fault. For some reason, some of
the other members of the Legion had seemed to not taking a liking to him, as if
they resented his presence. It didn’t make any sense. And it gave him a sinking
feeling. His whole life he had wanted nothing more than to join them. Now, he
felt he had crashed into it by cheating; would he ever be truly accepted by his
peers?
    Now,
on top of everything, he was singled out to be marched away for Canyon duty. It
was unfair. He hadn’t started the fight, and when he had used his powers,
whatever they were, it had not been on purpose. He still didn’t understand
them, didn’t know where they came from, how he summoned them, or how to turn
them off. He shouldn’t be punished for that.
    Thor
had no idea what Canyon duty meant, but from the looks of the others, clearly,
it was not desirable. He wondered if he were being marched off to be killed, if
this was their way of forcing him out of the Legion. He was determined not to
give up.
    “How
much farther can the Canyon be?” O’Connor asked, breaking the silence.
    “Not
far enough,” answered Elden. “We wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for
Thor.”
    “You
started the fight, remember?” Reece interrupted.
    “But
I fought cleanly, and he did not,” Elden protested. “Besides, he deserved it.”
    “Why?”
Thor asked, wanting to know the answer that had been burning inside for a
while. “Why did I deserve it?”
    “Because
you don’t belong here, with us. You stole your position in the Legion. The rest
of us were picked. You fought your way in.”
    “But
isn’t that what the Legion is about? Fighting?” Reece answered. “I would argue
that Thor deserves his spot more than any of us. We were merely picked. He
struggled and fought to gain what was not given him.”
    Elden
shrugged, unimpressed.
    “The
rules are the rules. He was not picked. He shouldn’t be with us. That’s why I
fought him.”
    “Well,
you are not going to make me go away,” Thor responded, shakiness in his voice,
determined to be accepted.
    “We’ll
see about that,” Elden muttered darkly.
    “And
just what you mean by that?” O’Connor asked.
    Elden
did not volunteer any more, but continued walking silently. Thor’s