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Dec 04, 2024 01:28PM

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What if there was a sacred healing tree? What if there was only one left? And what if it was hidden away in the most evil kingdom in the nation of Westferia?
Prince Alistair has never taken much stock in his father's old stories - tales of men swallowed by fish and burning bushes not actually burning. But when a mysterious girl is found deathly I'll from an ancient poison, the prince suddenly comes face to face with everything he DOESN'T believe in.
Follow Alistair as he secretly joins a quest for the Mercy Tree and must face both his greatest fears and his greatest doubts. From trying to escape the forbidden city of Kuzgoon to being kidnapped by a nocturnal race of Westferians, there is never a dull moment for Alistiar in THE MERCY TREE.










In hind sight, this had been a really bad idea. The wild boar furiously pursuing him through the Alathean forest was testament to that. Of course, Prince Alistair had no one to blame but himself as he sprinted through the trees, his lungs burning and his breath coming in short, painful gasps. He could hear the hog’s angry grunts and squeals behind him, but the prince didn’t dare glance over his shoulder to see how quickly the beast was gaining on him. Luckily for him, the boar had still been nearly a hundred yards away when it had spotted him observing it. Unluckily for him, it sounded like it was making up steady ground, and if his guards didn’t do something very, very soon, there would be one less idiot in the world.
Alistair could hear the frantic baying of his dog Alfie somewhere in the woods and hoped that at least one of the soldiers was going to hold him back, and tightly. Alfie might think that he could take on the boar entirely by himself, but the Naserian Watchhound would be wrong. Between himself and his dog, Alistair would much rather it attack him; at least he had a sword, although whether he would have time to use it was another thing entirely.
But hopefully it was going to come down to that. His guards would rescue him, and they could all laugh about it later. For now, the prince would just keep running frantically, his legs and arms pumping, and hope the boar would tire or become uninterested in the next few seconds. Which, logically speaking, was unlikely.
Not that he seemed very prone to using logic, Prince Alistair thought ruefully, as he hurtled himself over a large fallen tree. There, maybe that would slow the beast down a bit. The young man risked a peek over his shoulder just in time to see the hog sailing easily over the log. Or…maybe not.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Why had he even entertained the thought that this sounded like a good idea? Ah, yes, let’s go spy on what was probably the biggest boar in all of Westferia. Brilliant. If his audacity didn’t kill him today, his father most certainly would.
Ugh, his father! The council meeting! The prince desperately wished now that he had just stayed at the castle, as the steward had advised this morning. But no, Alistair just had to go on this one hunt before that boring…sorry…important meeting with all those lords. He was definitely late for that now, but whether or not he arrived in one piece was yet to be decided.










