All Chapters of Warrior of the Way: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The part Rhychard enjoyed most about Common Grounds, besides being right down the street from his condo, was that it was a coffee house, not a coffee shop—one of those mass-produced chain shops that tended to pop up on every corner, in every shopping mall, and now even resided within one of the major tourist traps in Orlando. He didn't want to be part of a worldwide experience. He wanted that mom and pop flavor that came from local businesses. He wanted a soft couch and rustic tables, not hard plastic furniture that didn't welcome people staying and borrowing the free Wi-Fi. Harbor City wasn't a big town, and he didn't care for the big chains coming in and trying to take over his community. He wanted the town to stay small.Of course, without even realizing it, Harbor City had grown in leaps and bounds without anyone else moving in due to the fact he now knew about the Land Under. The faerie now filled his world, as well as humans, and to make it worse, the faerie seemed to be everywhe

A roar ripped the night, and they watched as four gargoyles slaughtered the coshey, slicing the magical elven hound open and leaving him to die. Karl made as if to move, but then he must have realized it was all a vision and froze in place, his mouth open in horror and disgust.Jamairlo fell against the brick wall, his body bleeding in dozens of places, the sword slipping in his blood-drenched hand. Then they watched as Rhychard rounded the corner of the small twenty-five-dollar-a-plate bistros at the end of the strip, leaving the quietness of downtown and entering hell. Quite well did Rhychard remember that night and the horror that lay before him as he stared and gawked at what he thought were giant bats attacking some actor from a reenactment of Lord of the Rings. The blond elf knelt on one knee, trying to hold himself steady with a hand on the brick wall. His other hand held the sword he used to keep the creatures at bay, although a futile attempt.Beside him, Rhychard heard Karl g

Famallumi glanced back up at the Warrior. "The Warrior, Mephalus, allowed the power and magic of the sword to usurp his will. He became greedy and hungry for more power and thus corrupt. He set out to conquer an Irish water town, subjugating its citizens. In the end, the Sidhe Warrior Masters united to destroy him before he overthrew the town. Mephalus died in a massive fire that consumed him, a fire caused by the very townspeople he tried to conquer."Rhychard shook his head. "But if he's dead, how is he able to come after me?""Warrior, you know already the answer to this. When a Warrior dies, his soul transfers into the Guardian Sword, so his knowledge and battle experience can be used to aid the next Warrior. Mephalus resides within your sword. He tries to use the connection between the sword and yourself to free his soul into yours.""Your life is weirder than I thought," Karl said, standing to his feet, hands on his hips.Rhychard spared him a glance. "More than you know." Turnin

The afternoon sun beat down on him as he left his condo, the wind, which would have normally cooled him off, completely absent. He made his way from the alcove of his front door to the woods behind his home, needing an escape. He just wanted peace and quiet in order to think through what was happening with the visions and Mephalus.It wasn't his to have, however. Logan saw him, as the groundskeeper mulched around some hedges, and called out to Rhychard, dropping his gardening tools as he sprinted from his spot, crossing the parking lot toward Rhychard. Rhychard groaned as he slowed his pace. He had forgotten all about Logan and whoever trimmed the area by the creek. "Rhychard, Rhychard, have you talked to the people yet, the ones who don't tell me about cutting the woods?"Rhychard took a deep breath. "No, Logan, I haven't had a chance yet." Then he paused as he glanced toward the complex's office. "You know what? Let's just go talk to them now, shall we?""Me?" Logan suddenly looked l

Buttercup clutched at her chest; her eyes wide with the bluntness of Jayden's words. "What? How? When?""What do you care? You left us, remember? Walked out on your family."More tears poured from Buttercup's eyes as she dropped her gaze to the floor, her arms now over her chest trying to hold her insides intact. On the verge of collapsing, she could feel her knees shaking as the room started to spin. Her father. Dead. And, Jayden was right; Buttercup hadn't known. To be honest, she hadn't even thought about them since Jerome forced her into prostitution. It hurt too bad to remember what life was like before Jerome and, to avoid that agony, she shoved it from her mind. She took a stuttering breath. She needed to leave, to get out of there before she had a meltdown.Tansy must have sensed what Buttercup was feeling because she moved over to her, putting her arms around Buttercup and giving her a squeeze in an attempt to offer her some comfort. "While I don't know all the history here, I