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  Also by T.S. Valmond

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  The Courier's Quest

  T.S. Valmond

  THE COURIER’S QUEST

  The Bolaji Kingdoms Book Three

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  T.S. VALMOND

  THE COURIER’S QUEST

  The Bolaji Kingdoms Book Three

  T.S. Valmond

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  Copyright © 2018 by T.S. Valmond. All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, businesses, events or locales is purely coincidental. Reproduction in whole or part of this publication without express written consent is strictly prohibited.

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  Also by T.S. Valmond

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Also by T.S. Valmond

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  1

  RASHA LAY PRONE ON THE roof, watching Jak on the ground below, wondering if he forgot the signal or had decided to audition for the theater down there. The way he was dancing and prancing around, she couldn't make out what any of them were saying.

  At last, Jak pulled out his sword, giving her the signal.

  She whistled for her dragon, who swooped in with a screech and a roar.

  Rasha climbed onto her mount and they descended, landing hard on the ground in front of the tavern. Inside, the men who saw the dragon scattered in all directions.

  Jak came running out first.

  "What the yahtz was that? I said come in quiet!" Jak leapt up behind her onto the dragon and pointed to the side door with his sword.

  "Dragons aren't quiet! Or didn't you know?" Rasha directed the dragon to where he'd pointed.

  As soon as they were close enough, Jak slid off of the beast and held up his sword, ready for the first of the men to come out. Two men charged him at the same time and he got between them. He knocked one back, giving him enough time to deliver a kick and disable the other. Their size and strength, however, made it difficult for Jak to keep up with both of them.

  "I could use a little help down here,” He said as he fought off two of the men. Rasha jumped down and took out the one at his back. Two more made their escape during the commotion. Her dragon caught them running and delivered a whip of her tail that sent both men flying backwards.

  "That's why you bring a dragon,” Rasha said to Jak.

  She huffed as she deflected another man's sword in front of her. The two of them fought off the men until they were all down. Jak knocked out the last of them with the butt of his sword.

  "Got it." She reached into the fallen man's pocket, but it was empty. "It's not here."

  Jak reached down and felt inside one of the other unconscious men's pockets. After closer examination, they still didn’t find a package on any of the men.

  "Well, what happened to it?" Rasha asked.

  A transport vehicle built for jungle and desert travel pulled up next to her dragon.

  The dragon stumbled back out of fear and roared at the two men inside.

  "What a delightful beast you have, Rasha,” Gorg said from behind the wheel of the vehicle. His partner snickered beside him.

  "What are you two doing here? Looking to lose at another game of Hand?" she asked.

  The two had lost their last vehicle to her and her partner Lu. She never let them forget it. Gorg's face puckered in annoyance. Jak had heard the story and didn't mind goading them either.

  "How old were you then, Rash?" Jak asked, feigning ignorance.

  "I was seventeen and Lu was only sixteen."

  "That's right. Well, enough reminiscing, what are you doing here?" Jak asked.

  "Oh, nothing. We just like to watch you work for nothing. Since we've already fetched the package, there's no reason for you to be harassing these men,” Gorg said as he flashed them the small package.

  Rasha's blood boiled. There was no way they'd gone through all of that to come away with nothing. Before she could get the question out, he offered an explanation.

  "We thought we'd come by early and relieve them of the package, then wait and see how you would have done it. The dragon's a nice touch." Gorg revved the mechanical engine, and the two raced off, kicking up mud and dirt behind them.

  Rasha used her hands to brush at her clothes. She walked over and patted the dragon on the neck. The poor thing, startled by the closeness of the noisy vehicle, had retreated further and only now ventured forward.

  "There, there. Those pumseeds are gone now. You're safe."

  Jak kicked at the dirt.

  "That's the third one in
two months," he said.

  "Yes, once is a coincidence. The others make it a pattern. We need to find out why the Courier's Keep is giving them our assignments."

  Jak put one arm around her shoulders and reached out with the other to give the dragon a pat on the neck.

  "It's true, the dragon is a nice touch."

  Their communicators beeped at the same time. Jak and Rasha both reached for their pockets.

  "Priority level one," Jak read the message.

  "Delivery to the Courier's Keep. Well, that's convenient,” Rasha said, slipping her communicator into her pocket.

  "We have to go to Poobari's stink hole. Should we take the dragon?" Jak asked, gesturing with one hand to the beast.

  Rasha made a face. She hated Poobari's Tero-Joro prison.

  "Yes, that way we've got a quick exit," she said as she climbed into her seat behind the dragon's neck.

  "By the way, when are you going to name her?"

  "I don't know what to call her."

  Jak hoisted himself behind her. "You named your swords Cutter and Blade,” Jak paused, realizing he'd made her point. "True, you need to think of something more original than Dragon."

  "Poobari, you mangy man, I thought you were dead," Rasha said. She and Jak entered the jail and found him sitting at his desk. The man's thinning hair—the patches that hadn’t fallen out, anyway—had grown down to his shoulders. His thin mustache and beard looked like extensions of the greasy hair from his head.

  "I heard you were a princess,” he returned. “Can't believe everything on the feed." His middle jiggled and rolled with laughter. "You must be here for the delivery to Courier's Keep." Poobari leaned to one side of his desk and pulled out several square keys. He slipped them into his pocket as he stood up.

  "Correct. If it wasn't so urgent we'd love to sit around here and–" Jak looked around the tossed room, at a loss for words, before turning back to him, "stare at the walls or whatever it is you do here."

  Rasha stifled a laugh. She held out her hand and wiggled her fingers with impatience as she waited for Poobari to give her the package.

  "Oh no, it doesn't quite fit in the palm of your hand." Poobari waddled to the door and used his blue key to unlock it.

  "This way." He continued down the corridor, not waiting for them to follow. "They told me they'd be sending the best, I had no idea they meant you,” Poobari said as he continued down the dank corridor. The jail had the distinct odor of rotting flesh, urine, and feces.

  Rasha leaned forward and took a whiff of Poobari, then leaned back again, letting him get several steps ahead of her. The rotting flesh might be him. They'd taken two turns before Jak spoke up.

  "Where are you taking us?" he asked.

  Poobari smiled but said nothing.

  "You could have had the package waiting for us when we arrived,” Rasha said as she avoided an outstretched hand from a prisoner inside one cell they passed.

  "Nope, this one is special." He stopped in front of a dark cell and chuckled. "She and I are old friends. Aren't we, little girl?" Poobari pulled out an orange key and unlocked the cell door.

  The prisoner sauntered up to Rasha and Jak with a huge grin, then put one hand on each of their shoulders.

  "I'm so pleased to see you. Have you both been well?"

  "Ladi?" they asked in unison.

  2

  POOBARI STOOD HOLDING THE DELIVERY tag out to them, impatient to be leaving.

  "Is one of you going to accept the fetch or do we need to call for someone else?"

  Jak didn't respond, but he pulled out his communicator and accepted the package. Poobari didn't wait around after unlocking the door. He made his way back to the front near his desk. The sound of desperate inmates calling out to him as he waddled back down the halls didn’t seem to bother him.

  Ladi stood staring at the two of them as if she'd invited them over for a meal.

  "What are you doing here?" Rasha asked.

  "My final exam didn't go well. When things got worse, I ended up in here again with Poobari. He really is a horrible man, but it's either here or someplace worse." She shrugged.

  How could she just shrug? Rasha wondered.

  "No, I mean, how did you end up here? Aren't you supposed to be completing your training?"

  "It turns out that wasn't really for me,” Ladi said. She squeezed between them and lead them back up the corridor.

  Rasha looked at Jak who shook his head. What could she be thinking? Why was she being so evasive? Rasha didn't know what to think about it.

  Jak held up a hand behind Ladi's back. He'd seen Rasha about to lose her temper.

  Rasha bit back her response and let him take the lead.

  "So, you returned to a life of crime?" Jak asked.

  "Not exactly," Ladi said as she reached the door to Poobari's office.

  "I'll be taking my weapon, package, and my communicator, now."

  Ladi held out her hand.

  Poobari ignored it and picked at his dirty nails, looking at Rasha as he spoke.

  "Young people these days are so disrespectful. In the old days, as I recall, they used to be much more polite. Not like these uneducated rangleforts."

  Ladi put her hands on her hips.

  "I don't have all day to fool around with you, old man. Give them up."

  Poobari laughed then Ladi leaned forward on his desk and crooked a finger at him to come closer. He inched forward, wary of her, and she whispered something in his ear that made him swear. From underneath the wooden desk, he pulled on a drawer and lifted out a small package and a communicator chip. The sword was last, and he handed it to her blade first.

  Ladi sheathed her sword before turning to Rasha.

  "Shall we?"

  "You know where we're going?" Rasha asked.

  "Of course, the Courier's Keep will want to see me about this package. Let's go."

  "See you again soon, my little green girl,” Poobari called from behind her.

  "Not if I can help it,” Ladi said without looking back.

  When they reached the outside and stood in front of Rasha's dragon, Ladi let out a whistle.

  "You kept him."

  "Her." Rasha gave the dragon a pat on the neck. "She wouldn't leave."

  "Are you going to take me up on her? Please, it's been so long since I've been on a dragon."

  Rasha put a hand on Ladi's shoulder and turned her around.

  "Are your brains half cooked? We just picked you up from jail. You swore you'd never return there especially after what happened to your brother. You have to go back to the Courier's Keep to answer for the package you fetched but never delivered. What's wrong with you? Talk to me."

  Jak took that moment to walk away.

  Ladi looked away, her eyes filling.

  "Don't. Don't do that. I'm trying to understand," Rasha said.

  "You can't understand. You don't know what it's like to have to walk in his shoes."

  Ladi's shoulders dropped. She'd obviously been carrying this for some time.

  Rasha had struggled with her own feelings about Lu and his death. What could she say to get through to her? Ladi continued to blame herself for her brother’s death.

  When Jak moved towards them, she looked up and shook her head. She wasn't ready to end their conversation.

  "You can't keep punishing yourself for your brother's death,” Rasha said.

  "They don't want me. They want him." Ladi shrugged away from Rasha. "All they wanted was for me to be more like him. Just like you. After a while, I couldn't take it."

  Rasha took a step forward and turned Ladi to face her again.

  "That's not true, I don't want you to be him. However, the job of the Keep is to train you to become the best courier you can be. Why did you feel you had to leave?"

  "They wanted me to take the Courier's Oath, but I couldn't."

  "Why not?"

  "How can you ask me that?" Ladi asked, incredulous. "To lie and say that I'm loyal to no kingdom. How did
you do it and stand on the front lines of Adalu, killing the beasts?"

  Rasha stopped short.

  "What do you mean?"

  "The oath: 'In service of the ten kingdoms, allegiance to none.' How could I say it and mean it after all we've been through?"

  Rasha's hand dropped as she thought about what she was saying.

  "Allegiance to none," Ladi said, waiting for Rasha to understand.

  "Yes, but a courier just like a princess is still in service to the ten kingdoms."

  "Not ten, eleven. Serving is not the same as allegiance."

  Rasha hadn't even considered the oath since she'd returned to the job. She wondered what Jak thought of it. She'd have to ask him later. Ladi was too volatile now to consider the issue with reason.

  "Listen, you have to stop thinking like this. No one is comparing you to Lu except you." Rasha put a hand on Ladi's shoulder and forced her to look into her eyes. "Do you want to be a courier or not?"

  "I don't think I do anymore," Ladi said.

  Rasha didn't know what to say.

  Jak moved over to her but Ladi had already walked away.

  Rasha shrugged and waved it off. They agreed it would be best if Rasha and Ladi rode on her dragon to Adalu. Jak would have to make his own way there and meet up with Rasha to complete delivery.

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  The Keep was located in what was left of the first kingdom and the weather had already turned warm again. Most of the damage from the year before had vanished in most places. There was a scar left across the land from where the beasts and the ten kingdoms had fought. The ruins of the first palace was the only dark smudge among the greenery of Adalu. Rasha and Ladi arrived that evening at the Courier's Keep and for the first time since ending her own training, Rasha was allowed admittance.