The Night Guard - Gnome Alone: The Night Guard Series
Chris Lowry
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What if Gnomes had a mission?
They are warriors of the night sent to protect the children of the world from Evil.
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The Child has been born on the same night there are millions of incursions by creatures of the dark.
All the forces of good are otherwise engaged.
Only one Gnome can keep the Child safe until help arrives from the All Father.
Is he enough?
Now I’ve warned you about the language, so just remember, this ain’t your Daddy’s gnome. This is Belcher Bubblebottom, Night Guard.
The Night Guard – Gnome Alone
“It’s like the Spartans and Templars got together and had a baby, and boy is he pissed!”
“A three feet tower of fury and rage”
He tramped into the camp and plopped onto a stump.
The man he was there to see stared as blood or something dripped from the tip of his propped up boots into the fire and sizzled.
“I’m sending you on a mission,” he grumbled.
Perry Drinkwater, Earl of their clan, kept his eyes locked on the others across the flickering flames.
“Right fucking time too,” he answered.
Scarred hands reached for his sword and lay it across his battle weary lap. He pulled a cloth from some secret part of his person and began to clean it.
“Finally taking the fight to the bastards,” his eyes gleamed.
“We have a message from the All Father,” Drinkwater shifted on a stump of his own.
The hand stopped cleaning mid-swipe.
“Yah? And what does the boss of bosses want me to do? Sneak behind enemy lines and kill the Ghoul King? Drop into the middle of their camp and wreak havoc? I’m ready for whatever the All Father asks.”
“He wants you to leave,” said Drinkwater.
“What the fuck,” the gnome on the stump sputtered and glared. “Does he know how outnumbered we are out there?”
“He knows,” said Drinkwater.”
“Does he know how many we’ve fucking lost?”
“He knows.”
“Then what the Hell is he thinking?”
“The Child has been born.”
The cloth in his hand fluttered to the ground.
“When you say The Child, do you mean the one, or just some whelp the All Father squirted into a maiden somewhere? Cause he does that you know. Squirts his progeny all over the fucking world, that one.”
“It’s The Child.”
Belcher Bubblebottom shifted on his stump stool and stared into the fire for a few moments.
Drinkwater enjoyed the silence until the wind picked up.
They could both hear the sounds of battle carried to them from the far side of the valley, across the River Coo where Ghouls fought hard for a toehold in this world.
“Where is he?”
“In a town in America,” said Drinkwater.
Belcher waved in annoyance.
“Not the The Child, the All Father? Where is he?”
“Fighting in the Frost,” grunted the Earl.
“And we’re righting Ghouls. You got intelligence on any others?”
Drinkwater nodded.