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killed him. If Shaw knew everything, he would be able to avoid whatever action he’d be taking in his future that created the Sifts. His death didn’t have to be the end all. His choice could end it.
It was worth a try.
Worth everything.
Decision made, Bekah dropped the crushed leaf and looked in Shaw’s direction, ready to put her newly made plans into action. What she saw in that instant made the bottom drop out of her stomach, as well as her new resolve.
Shaw Limont stepped off the cliff’s edge.
~~~
Bekah sprang up out of the tree line and ran to the ledge, slamming to her knees to look over it. Gusts of wind screamed up along the wall.
There. He was there, about twenty feet down, clinging to the cliff face, not fallen to his death in the water far below. The wind snatched at his hair and billowed his kilt as he climbed downward, using protrusions and pockmarks in the craggy stone for hand- and footholds until he stepped onto a thin ledge and then disappeared inside what had to be a dip or cavern in the cliff.
Bekah eased back. She could wait for him here. Unless it wasn’t a hollowed out groove, but a long cavern with another exit point.
Ah, crap. She was going to have to go down there.
~~~
Twenty feet down, her hand slipped and she nearly bought the farm. Drowning in the ancient sea wasn’t on her to-do list. That is if she somehow missed the sharp slabs of rocks slashing the waves. Yeah that’d be worth hurtling back to the thirteenth century for, accomplishing nothing for humanity’s future.
She should have waited up top. Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve.
The wind slicing along the face of the cliff plucked at her with gale force strength. The waves crashing below sprayed her with stinging salt water, soaking her to the bone and making the rock surface slick.
And she was pretty sure the cauterized wounds above her hip had started bleeding. Or maybe it was just the salt water making them feel like they’d been ripped open again. She gritted her teeth against it and kept going. Wasn’t much choice at this rate. Clinging to the side of a cliff, she was past committed now.
She stretched her leg down, feeling for the next foothold with her exposed toe, and found a flat surface instead. Peeking down, she realized she’d made it to the ledge, and handhold by handhold edged sideways until the wall gave way to the opening of a cave.
She immediately hitched over her side, waiting out the pain concentrated there. Holy crap, that hurt. She inhaled sharply, looking around, giving herself a few more moments.
Muted light flickered along the walls from within. Straightening, well, kind of, she moved past barrels and crates, wondering why they were here and how they’d gotten them up. This was a smugglers cave obviously, or had been once upon a time. The curve of wall took her into a second smaller cavern.
She stopped at the entrance, dirty fingers resting on the wall as she took in the scene before her.
This was Edeen’s cave, the place the High Sorcerer brought his sister after the Battle with Aldreth upon Crunfathy Hill. He put the Empath into a slumber so deep it had lasted close to a century.
But she would be awakened in the time of Hitler and do her country a great service.
With his back to the cave entrance, Shaw rested a palm upon his sister’s brow where tendrils of soft luminous silver curled from between his long fingers and enveloped the girl’s length in its muted glow. She really was lovely, auburn hair surrounding pale skin, like a true fairy tale princess.
“I thought the sorcerer’s magic preserved your sister?” Bekah broke the stillness of the cave.
If Shaw was surprised at her sudden presence he didn’t show it, nor turned to address her. “He expends all he can on her, but Toren’s magic isn’t enough.”
“But yours is?”
He looked tired. Shoulders slumped, barely able to stand, yet all the regeneration he’d gained from the moonlight above he now
It was worth a try.
Worth everything.
Decision made, Bekah dropped the crushed leaf and looked in Shaw’s direction, ready to put her newly made plans into action. What she saw in that instant made the bottom drop out of her stomach, as well as her new resolve.
Shaw Limont stepped off the cliff’s edge.
~~~
Bekah sprang up out of the tree line and ran to the ledge, slamming to her knees to look over it. Gusts of wind screamed up along the wall.
There. He was there, about twenty feet down, clinging to the cliff face, not fallen to his death in the water far below. The wind snatched at his hair and billowed his kilt as he climbed downward, using protrusions and pockmarks in the craggy stone for hand- and footholds until he stepped onto a thin ledge and then disappeared inside what had to be a dip or cavern in the cliff.
Bekah eased back. She could wait for him here. Unless it wasn’t a hollowed out groove, but a long cavern with another exit point.
Ah, crap. She was going to have to go down there.
~~~
Twenty feet down, her hand slipped and she nearly bought the farm. Drowning in the ancient sea wasn’t on her to-do list. That is if she somehow missed the sharp slabs of rocks slashing the waves. Yeah that’d be worth hurtling back to the thirteenth century for, accomplishing nothing for humanity’s future.
She should have waited up top. Should’ve, could’ve, would’ve.
The wind slicing along the face of the cliff plucked at her with gale force strength. The waves crashing below sprayed her with stinging salt water, soaking her to the bone and making the rock surface slick.
And she was pretty sure the cauterized wounds above her hip had started bleeding. Or maybe it was just the salt water making them feel like they’d been ripped open again. She gritted her teeth against it and kept going. Wasn’t much choice at this rate. Clinging to the side of a cliff, she was past committed now.
She stretched her leg down, feeling for the next foothold with her exposed toe, and found a flat surface instead. Peeking down, she realized she’d made it to the ledge, and handhold by handhold edged sideways until the wall gave way to the opening of a cave.
She immediately hitched over her side, waiting out the pain concentrated there. Holy crap, that hurt. She inhaled sharply, looking around, giving herself a few more moments.
Muted light flickered along the walls from within. Straightening, well, kind of, she moved past barrels and crates, wondering why they were here and how they’d gotten them up. This was a smugglers cave obviously, or had been once upon a time. The curve of wall took her into a second smaller cavern.
She stopped at the entrance, dirty fingers resting on the wall as she took in the scene before her.
This was Edeen’s cave, the place the High Sorcerer brought his sister after the Battle with Aldreth upon Crunfathy Hill. He put the Empath into a slumber so deep it had lasted close to a century.
But she would be awakened in the time of Hitler and do her country a great service.
With his back to the cave entrance, Shaw rested a palm upon his sister’s brow where tendrils of soft luminous silver curled from between his long fingers and enveloped the girl’s length in its muted glow. She really was lovely, auburn hair surrounding pale skin, like a true fairy tale princess.
“I thought the sorcerer’s magic preserved your sister?” Bekah broke the stillness of the cave.
If Shaw was surprised at her sudden presence he didn’t show it, nor turned to address her. “He expends all he can on her, but Toren’s magic isn’t enough.”
“But yours is?”
He looked tired. Shoulders slumped, barely able to stand, yet all the regeneration he’d gained from the moonlight above he now
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