Legends of Lasniniar Her Rightful Place coverLegends of Lasniniar: Her Rightful Place

Series: The World of Lasniniar

Arinmalia holds herself above the rest of her Wild Elf tribemates. With good reason.

Few can match her fighting and tracking skills. She needs no friends to watch her back or distract her with their tiresome company. She prefers to walk the forest paths alone, with only her own thoughts as companions.

Arinmalia knows in her heart a great destiny awaits her. Something beyond the modest village life of her tribe. She dreams of finding it. She hungers to make her tribemates understand.

She needs them to acknowledge her rightful place.

A stand-alone story from the sprawling history of the elves in the World of Lasniniar epic fantasy series by Jacquelyn Smith.

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Her Rightful Place Excerpt

Arinmalia paced, the snow crunching beneath the soles of her leather boots. She did her best to ignore the curious gaze of the young elf who watched her.

This is ridiculous. I have better things to do than look after some snot-nosed brat—even if she is my cousin.

She considered the child that had been left in her care with narrowed eyes. Lodariel was young, but she already carried her spear with a measure of competence. Her fiery red hair, green eyes, dusky skin, and stubborn chin were not unlike Arinmalia’s own, which only served to irritate Arinmalia further. 

She liked to think of herself as a unique creature among the Wild Elves. Lodariel’s resemblance to a younger version of herself tended to spoil that vision.

At least she isn’t a baby, but still! 

Why saddle me with any of the younglings at all? Doesn’t anyone realize I’m above this sort of thing? It’s not as if I care about their stupid feast anyway. 

And of all the children they could have left me with, why did it have to be her?

Lodariel remained silent for a few moments before speaking.

“You don’t want to watch me, do you?” she asked.

Arinmalia stopped her pacing to glare at her. “No, I don’t.”

“Why not? Don’t you like me?” Lodariel’s young voice took on an injured tone.

Arinmalia grunted. “Not particularly.”

Her words staggered Lodariel. “But I’m your cousin!”

“It makes no difference to me. Do not take it personally. I don’t like anyone.” Arinmalia shrugged.

“But why?”

Arinmalia flicked her braids over her shoulder in annoyance. 

“It does not matter. You wouldn’t understand. No one ever does. Now why don’t you run along? Go play by yourself and leave me alone. You can tell your parents you were with me the whole time.”

Lodariel’s eyes rounded. “I can’t lie to my parents!”

Of course you can’t. That would make this too easy.

“Well, then maybe you should find someone else to watch you,” Arinmalia said, trying to keep her temper in check.

“There is no one else. Everyone is either helping with the feast, or too busy watching the little ones. You are the only elf who isn’t busy.”

You mean I’m the only one with the sense to stay away from the village while it’s swarming with an army of elves in feast preparation mode.

[Copyright © Jacquelyn Smith, 2021]

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