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The Forgotten Faithful
Book Two of the UnderVerse
By Jez Cajiao
Contents
The Forgotten Faithful
Thanks
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
End of Book Two
The LitRPG Guildmasters
LitRPG Guildmasters Titles:
LitRPG!
LITRPG!
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Copyright Ā© 2020 by R J Cajiao
Editing by Stephanie of Lit Forge Edits
Cover by Chris Cold
Typography by May Dawney Designs
All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author/publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.
This is a work of fiction, all characters, places, spells, realities and secrets of the Upper and Lower Realms are entirely my own work, and if they offend you, itās not intentional. Probably.
Thanks
This second book has been a pleasure to write, but thereās no way it could have come about, if not for the love, support, and encouragement of my family and friends, so thank you all.
Iāll not mention everyone individually, as itād take a month to write, and itād be half the length of the book, but a few people have to be singled outā¦
First and foremost, my wonderful wife Chrissy; youāve worked your ass off, looking after the house, looking after me, and looking after our Son Max, all while working part-time and being heavily pregnantā¦ all so I could write.
Youāre amazing, and I love you. Thank you, baby.
To our family, thank you all, you support me daily, a word, a gesture, the belief you all show, it really has helped, youāll never know how muchā¦
To my beta readers, Denny, Oliver, Shawn, Donald, and Brenden, youāre brave and selfless sacrifice has been noted! Thank you guysā¦ reallyā¦
To Luke, Nathan, M.H., Aleron, Phoenix, Dawn, Tao and many other authors who are far more accomplished and skilled than Iāll ever be, thank you for your advice, your patience, and for keeping me on the right track.
To BF and our group of Guildmasters, TJ, Rob, Paul, Richard, Max, Sean, Aaron, Tim, Marcus, Troy, Grayson, Ed and Kevin, itās been a hell of a few months, so thank you all, for your support and your friendship. (Let the second round of the race begin, Sean!) ļæ½ļæ½
To Stephanie, thank you, I know it was hard getting this done, I really appreciate the hours you put in, and your friendship.
To Chris, thank you for your amazing art, and May, thank you for your advice, your fantastic Typography, and your patience!
Iāll never be able to thank any of these people enough, and I know that 99% will never read this, but thank YOU for doing so, and for giving my dreams a chance to flourishā¦
Prologue
Thomas sat back with a groan as the wagon bumped over yet another rut in the road, gloomily certain the bastard was actually aiming for them now. Heād been in the back of the wagon with seventeen other inmates for just over four hours, bouncing, juddering, and shaking their way across the entire goddamn city, and then out into the countryside. Heād occasionally smelled a hint of grass and heard the wind in the trees around them.
Heād actually seen fuck-all, because that bastard Boris, back at the jail, had put a blindfold on him before leading the prisoners out to the wagon. Heād fallen over, had things heād rather not guess thrown at him, and groups of kids had been throwing stones at the prisoners on at least three separate occasions as they traveled. The guards had laughed and told the little shits who to aim for.
Thomas had given up months ago on plans of revengeā¦ then heād given up on hopes of escapeā¦lately, heād actually begun fantasizing about the guards going too far and beating him to death accidentally.
That had come to a stop yesterday.
He didnāt know why, but something had changed in the ongoing war that Himnel was waging with Narkolt. Heād heard that someone new had joined in against Himnel, so even the dregs like him were getting a chance.
Heād be used as fodder, good enough to soak up a few arrows, if that, but maybe, just maybe, he could use the chance to get away. Maybe the real soldiers would take pity on him; hell, if they killed him, at least it would be over.
Thomas fell forward as the wagon stopped unexpectedly, falling into the wagon-bed, and pulling others with him, the captivesā wrists and ankles chained together as they were.
āIdiot!ā someone growled, and he felt a punch rock his head back, a mailed fist tearing the skin of his cheek, before someone else twisted his chain, and yanked him out of the wagon by it.
Thomas cried out in pain and fear as he fell forward with no way to catch himself. The cry was cut off cruelly by a mouthful of cobbles.
He couldnāt take it anymore.
Heād lost everything, and now he could taste blood filling his mouth from broken teeth.
He felt tears prickling his eyes, soaking into the cloth that blinded him, and the first spark of anger heād felt in what seemed like forever kindled to life, fed on the shame of his own inability to escape.
This was that fat shit Borisā fault.
Thomas had found Dirikās family, taken his sword back to them, given them Dirikās cut of the loot, and told them how their son had been a hero, about the times heād saved Thomasās life. Heād told them how theyād been friendsā¦and how sorry he was that Dirik had died.
The last thing Thomas had seen as a free man was the look of cold hatred in Dirikās fatherās eyes, and the lead cosh that bastard Boris had swung into his face.
When heād woken up, heād been in a cell for āattacking a guardā, withāsurprise, surpriseā Boris as both the victim and his new jailor.
Heād still managed three escape attempts; during the
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