Free The Path Of Peace (The Cremelino Prophecy Book 3) by Mike Shelton Page A

Kings.
    As a wizard of the mind, Mezar
absorbed and remembered all the information he read; however, there were a lot
of writings going back over hundreds, if not thousands of years, in multiple
kingdoms. He stood for a minute to stretch his legs and paused at a gold-framed
mirror hanging in the ornately furnished ancient room. His reflection was a
little distorted, but his tilted dark eyes and tanned features looked back at
him. His eyes seemed tired, and his face drawn. He marched back to the desk,
closed the book, replaced it on a shelf, and headed outside. He needed to
breathe some fresh air and move around. After his excursion into the Realm
earlier in the year, he had grown restless and tired of reading.
    Before opening the door to the
balcony, he caught the sound of whispered voices behind a short wall to his
left. Earlier he hadn’t noticed anyone else enter the room. The school, closed
for a week of holidays, was empty, and he had found himself alone most days.
Mezar moved with quiet steps closer to the whispered conversation.
    “Everything’s all ready, sir. The
plans are in place,” a man said, his voice low and scratchy.
    “All the plans? You know he will
not be pleased with any failures. He is a hard man,” the second man said.
    Mezar didn’t know who they
referred to, but it was obviously someone they feared to disappoint.
    “There won’t be failures,” the
first voice continued. “The first part will be easy. It will appear as if the
Kingdom of Arc took the girl. The Realm and the Kingdom of Arc will wage war
against each other and forget about us to their south.”
    Mezar became alarmed and knew he
had to do something, but he didn’t recognize the voices. What if they were more
powerful than he? He started to move closer, stretched out his hand, and felt
the power build up in his mind. He thought about what he could do before he
acted.
    “And here in Gildan?” the second
man asked. “That will be more dangerous.”
    “Yes. It will be slow. No one
will notice anything. In a few months, his bad health will have seemed to
happen in a most natural manner.”
     “He is old at that.”
    Mezar could almost perceive the
second man smile.
     “The empire will be sad to lose
our beloved leader,” the second man responded.
    Mezar froze. This was an
assassination plot. He could jump out and take care of the men, but what he
really needed to know was who was behind the plot. He listened further.
    “Where will you keep the girl?”
the first man asked.
    “Her Majesty will be kept safe.
The less people that know the location, the better.”
    Once again, Mezar was surprised.
Who were they talking about? The Emperor’s wife had passed away years before.
Were they talking about Christine? Darius would not let his new wife be
anywhere unguarded.
    Mezar peered around for a place
to hide. If they happened to walk his way and see him, they would know he had
been eavesdropping. He hid himself behind a bookshelf. The men continued to
talk for another minute, with no new revelations for Mezar, then footsteps
receded.
    He had to find out what kind of
traitor supervised this horrible plot. Once he did that, he would bring the
news to the Emperor and his father, the general. He crept behind the men, using
his powers to hide his approaching steps. Using magic this way was taxing on
his mind but necessary. The two men parted ways.
    Mezar decided to follow the one
that seemed to be issuing the commands. Maybe he would report back to whoever
had sent him. The man glanced back occasionally, but Mezar stayed hidden. He
didn’t recognize the traitor from behind. For them to be in the wizard
compound, the other man must have been a wizard, which made the potential
events even more dangerous.
    Once outside the gates of the
school, they entered a part of town housing wizards and other high-ranking
nobles of the city. Evening crept up, but it was still light enough to spot the
tops of the domed buildings lighting the