All Chapters of Sword of Eryndor: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

"Eryndor, can we step on that glacier?" one of the boys asked, seeking Eryndor's approval.Driven by Eryndor's quest for nature and fueled by the vigour of youth, Eryndor's spirit reflected his age and vitality. His ambition and passion for mountain explorations often led him to these majestic landscapes, where the beauty around him inspired him to push beyond the ordinary path of life.With a heart full of wonder and a mind full of curiosity, Eryndo's words would reveal his spirit to do something extraordinary.Now, he sat basking in the warm sun on a bench, surrounded by ten fellow juveniles, all of them revelling in the breathtaking view of the snowcapped peaks before them. Their enthusiam was high but it lacked maturity and vigilence."Which one?" Eryndor replied offhandedly.The boy pointed to a glacier that seemed within reach, but Eryndor knew better."Not exactly, but we can try to get a closer look and enjoy the hike," Eryndor said, indulging the boy's curiosity.A debate ens

As Eryndor rode through the lush, green, dense woods, lost in thought and bound for another adventure, he felt a pang of sadness and gloominess after leaving Cap Town. Yet, on the other hand, he was quietly satisfied on his accomplishment knowing he had inspired the townspeople to think differently and take action to save their natural environment. Amidst his introspection, his horse nudged him to linger awhile beneath the canopy of shady Banyan and other trees.Suddenly, Eryndor's reverie was interrupted by a soft whisper nearby. 'Living for fifty years under this expansive blue sky, I often recall what my grandfather once told me: "You're not just a tree," he had beamed at me, just before he was felled ten years ago.The whispering was so clear as the voice stirred a sense of nostalgia and wisdom in Eryndor, interrupting his preoccupation. He tried to focus his mind to discern the speaker's identity, but found himself unable to grasp a meaningful conclusion about the conversation. T

Lirien's heart raced as she shouted, "This gentleman is a spy of Arinthal! Grab him, he is a villain!" The crowd fell silent, horror struck, with all eyes on the accused. Lirien's words a bridge of convecition that spanned the chasm of doubt, leaving everyone quite astonished.Eryndor knew well that she was decoying to trap the men among them who were working for Arinthal. A ray of hope sprout as one of them stepped forward, his voice grinned with inquiry, "How have you come to know?" Lirien's eyes lit up with triumph – it was him, the Arinthal agent. "I saw him handing a map to Arinthal" Lirien exclaimed.But another voice, "Who knew it well?" added another upset and turmoil. The situation teetered on the brink of collapse. Just as all seemed lost, another voice intervened, revealing two burly figures who pushed Eryndor to the ground with his full might. Grunts and groans filled the air as the three towering fingers grappled, arms locked in a fierce struggle to overcome one another.

“Wow! What a cool and soothing caress of morning breeze!" Eryndor's eyes fluttered open, revealing a peaceful and contemplative gaze into the depth of a brilliant blue sky.Under the bright day, a few wispy strands of white clouds gently caressed the long boughs of coconut trees, swaying rhythmically beside the tides of the beach, where the gentle lapping of the water's edge serenaded his ears with a soothing melody of waves and chirping of the birds, feasting on the fruits of the beach trees, accompanied by the sweet, joyful cackling of seagulls.“How marvel is everything!” For a moment or so, he remained still, basking in the moment's rare tranquility, savoring the serene atmosphere's sweetness.As Eryndor stood beside the sea cliffs, the salty spray carried on the wind, suddenly, his loyal companion, the eagle swooped down, its wings beating rapidly, and landed beside him, its piercing gaze locking onto Eryndor's. The eagle's persistent presence broke Eryndor's reverie, and he could