Hero Born

Hero Born
Andy Livingstone

It’s in the darkest hour, when all hope is lost, that heroes are born.After witnessing the deaths of everyone he holds dear, Brann is wrenched from his family home and thrust into a life of slavery. Now he must do everything he can to survive.Miles away, word is spreading of a growing evil; a deposed and forgotten Emperor is seeking a weapon to use in his bid to rise once again to power. Ruthless and determined, nothing and no one can stand in his way. Especially not a galley slave like Brann.But heroes can be forged in the most unlikely of ways, and Brann’s journey has only just begun.

Hero Born

Book One of The Seeds of Destiny Trilogy

ANDY LIVINGSTONE

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Table of Contents

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Title Page (#u8f5fe692-1ba2-55a8-a98b-082e3ec03f3a)

Copyright (#u1da5e949-8545-5abd-8117-d75901ad94b2)

Dedication (#u57689839-84c4-5bbd-b489-52c8f4088e04)

Prologue (#u8f1990ce-d836-5814-9450-0d9929f88692)

Chapter 1 (#u04627cce-c521-55e0-a923-0d0cadfaf90a)

Chapter 2 (#u0f6d3f87-42e8-57e1-a623-3e9bbb6d360e)

Chapter 3 (#ubf701c17-ea74-52a8-b85c-f8cac48ccda3)

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About the Author (#litres_trial_promo)

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Prologue (#u98b62f7b-ff8a-5d58-bc43-f3d3cf30a897)

‘When hope is dying, we crave inspiration. And at that hour, we look to heroes.’

The storyteller paused. The ensuing silence spoke as eloquently as the lack of comprehension on the face of the boy behind him. Just moments before, the young voice had cut through the first haze of dusk, stopping him in mid-pace.

‘There aren’t really any heroes, are there?’ It had been a simple question, a challenge born of childish bravado. But the storyteller could no more leave that seed of doubt behind him than a dog could ignore the scent of a rabbit. It was not his nature. Instead, he must plant a seed of his own.

He drew the sounds and the smells of the early evening deep within him: the wheat in the surrounding fields stirred by the breeze; the vestiges of the cooking fires; the heavy musk, the stamping and the grumbles drifting from the stables; the lazy drone of the insects and the cries of the birds seeking them one last time before handing the predators’ dayshift over to their nocturnal cousins.

It was a land basking in the contentment of peace, when heroes were not needed. When heroes were forgotten. There are some who say that peacetime is a curse; that we only appreciate what we have to fight for. He had grown to see much truth in that in recent years. Although he would never welcome a return to even the slightest of the horrors he had witnessed on these and other shores, still he marvelled at, and despaired over, the human spirit’s desire to dismiss and trivialise that which it did not see for itself. And, therefore, to lower its guard.