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week.”
“Vannya?” Valtrek said. “What are you doing here?”
“She has been helping me with this mystery, Valtrek. And she has done an admirable job too, I might add,” Locksher said. Before Valtrek could say anything else, he continued, “I still have some questions for you regarding Justan, though. Why did you send him away? Where did you send him? I have crucial information for the boy regarding that frost rune on his chest.”
Valtrek sighed. “I might as well tell you now. I was going to tell everyone at the council meeting tonight anyway. Justan has had plenty of time to arrive at his destination by now.”
He told them everything from Justan’s unexpected naming at the apprenticeship ceremony, to his bond with Gwyrtha and his journey to find Master Coal. Vannya was stunned, Locksher was ecstatic.
“Of course! By the gods, why didn’t I figure it out before? The way the council has been avoiding calling Justan, er, Sir Edge by name and the rogue horse incident . . .What a fool I have been!”
He rushed about the room, gathering items together. Then went in his bedroom and began to pack. His voice echoed out from the room. “Still, a double naming? Fascinating!”
“Locksher, where are you going?” Valtrek asked.
“I might have some crucial information for your apprentice! This could be very big for him. Big for us all, actually. I just need one more trip to make sure. Vannya!” He rushed out of the room and grasped her arm. “If you are willing, I just might have one more way that you can help Sir Edge.”
Chapter Five
Arcon trembled in fear as he followed his mistress’ children deeper and deeper into the depths of the forest. It had started in such a small way. He had first heard her voice a little over a year prior as the Mage School caravan traveled to the Battle Academy for testing week.
They had been traveling down the protected road through the darkest part of the forest when one of the mages had stepped off the road and been bitten by a snake. While the others tended to the poisoned mage, a moonrat had fallen from above and landed in front of him with a crunch, dead. The light in its eyes had burned a dull green before winking out. As he watched in horror, the eyes had popped out of its head and rolled to his feet.
His first instinct had been to scream out in fright and run, but no sound came out of his open mouth and his feet did not move. After a moment, the fear left him. He grew curious instead and reached towards them. As his fingers neared the eyes, the dull light reappeared, gaining in strength until the green glow was all he could see.
At the time he had not wondered why these eyes were green while all the other moonrats’ he had ever seen had eyes that glowed a dirty yellow. It had taken a while for him to understand that the moonrat had been one of his mistress’ special children. She had sacrificed it to speak with him.
Now here he was walking through the woods towards his first true meeting with his mistress. The tangle of limbs overhead became so thick that the glow of the moonrats’ eyes was his only source of light in the darkness. His fear deepened. He had followed her willingly all of this time. Her promise of power had been so welcome, her promise of love so seductive. Still, he hadn’t expected it to go this far.
At first her only needs had been that of companionship. He would hold the eye that was her gift and speak with her for hours. She had been so willing to listen, so concerned about the tiniest problems with his life. Her first requests had been so small, a bit of information here and there. Her requests had seemed insignificant compared to the vast knowledge she had shared with him. At her suggestion, he and Pympol had coerced the elven herbs from Justan. She had also given him the information they needed to complete the golem.
By the time she had demanded Piledon’s
“Vannya?” Valtrek said. “What are you doing here?”
“She has been helping me with this mystery, Valtrek. And she has done an admirable job too, I might add,” Locksher said. Before Valtrek could say anything else, he continued, “I still have some questions for you regarding Justan, though. Why did you send him away? Where did you send him? I have crucial information for the boy regarding that frost rune on his chest.”
Valtrek sighed. “I might as well tell you now. I was going to tell everyone at the council meeting tonight anyway. Justan has had plenty of time to arrive at his destination by now.”
He told them everything from Justan’s unexpected naming at the apprenticeship ceremony, to his bond with Gwyrtha and his journey to find Master Coal. Vannya was stunned, Locksher was ecstatic.
“Of course! By the gods, why didn’t I figure it out before? The way the council has been avoiding calling Justan, er, Sir Edge by name and the rogue horse incident . . .What a fool I have been!”
He rushed about the room, gathering items together. Then went in his bedroom and began to pack. His voice echoed out from the room. “Still, a double naming? Fascinating!”
“Locksher, where are you going?” Valtrek asked.
“I might have some crucial information for your apprentice! This could be very big for him. Big for us all, actually. I just need one more trip to make sure. Vannya!” He rushed out of the room and grasped her arm. “If you are willing, I just might have one more way that you can help Sir Edge.”
Chapter Five
Arcon trembled in fear as he followed his mistress’ children deeper and deeper into the depths of the forest. It had started in such a small way. He had first heard her voice a little over a year prior as the Mage School caravan traveled to the Battle Academy for testing week.
They had been traveling down the protected road through the darkest part of the forest when one of the mages had stepped off the road and been bitten by a snake. While the others tended to the poisoned mage, a moonrat had fallen from above and landed in front of him with a crunch, dead. The light in its eyes had burned a dull green before winking out. As he watched in horror, the eyes had popped out of its head and rolled to his feet.
His first instinct had been to scream out in fright and run, but no sound came out of his open mouth and his feet did not move. After a moment, the fear left him. He grew curious instead and reached towards them. As his fingers neared the eyes, the dull light reappeared, gaining in strength until the green glow was all he could see.
At the time he had not wondered why these eyes were green while all the other moonrats’ he had ever seen had eyes that glowed a dirty yellow. It had taken a while for him to understand that the moonrat had been one of his mistress’ special children. She had sacrificed it to speak with him.
Now here he was walking through the woods towards his first true meeting with his mistress. The tangle of limbs overhead became so thick that the glow of the moonrats’ eyes was his only source of light in the darkness. His fear deepened. He had followed her willingly all of this time. Her promise of power had been so welcome, her promise of love so seductive. Still, he hadn’t expected it to go this far.
At first her only needs had been that of companionship. He would hold the eye that was her gift and speak with her for hours. She had been so willing to listen, so concerned about the tiniest problems with his life. Her first requests had been so small, a bit of information here and there. Her requests had seemed insignificant compared to the vast knowledge she had shared with him. At her suggestion, he and Pympol had coerced the elven herbs from Justan. She had also given him the information they needed to complete the golem.
By the time she had demanded Piledon’s
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