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Each of his priests, in turn, placed a fresh human heart into the flames. Once the circle had completed Fenlor once more drizzled his own life force onto the fire, before the circle of priests repeated their procedure.
A single red circle of light eventually appeared seemingly drawing in all the other waves, and whilst enlarging it lowered itself over the city. Perpetually entranced, the people still looked in awe at this remarkable spectacle, unable to pull themselves away. The red circle continued to grow in size, still pulling in all the other waves of light from around it and still giving the impression it was lowering itself, spreading itself over the buildings below, as if a giant shroud of red light was hovering just above. Once at about a hundred feet, the huge red circle started pulsing, like the appearance of a beating heart, and still the citizens of Hamalin stood below, unmoving in their delight at what they were witnessing. Appearing as if everything in time paused for a few seconds, the light fell across the city covering the entire area, strangely not extending past the walls, but just within them. Then with a bright burst and explosion of luminosity, it vanished.
As the chanting grew louder, reaching its crescendo, Fenlor felt weakened by the loss of his own blood. Drawing his dagger out once more, he walked behind each priest in turn. Slashing each of them across the throat and pushing them forward into the flames, giving their lives to his cause. As the last throat was cut, and the last body slumped forward, a huge cloud of red smoke shot upwards, and Fenlor slumped to the ground. The deed was done.
Those within the city fell w here they stood, decomposing at an alarming rate, not even feeling or even realising their lives had ended; such was the speed of their aging. Where just a few seconds earlier people had stood, nothing showed but a few bones and remnants of their clothing. Everything touched by the red light appeared to be affected, not just the people perished, but even animals unfortunate enough to be outside when it had struck. Luken quickly awoke and sat upright, something had woken him, he could feel his pulse thumping, and he quickly looked around his room, but only saw his young son curled up beside him. "Come on sleepyhead, you had better wake up or you won't sleep tonight" he said softly, as the boys big brown eyes flickered open at the sound of his father's voice.
Noticing his head pain had completely gone, Luken felt strange, refreshed and invigorated, full of energy he felt like a dammed river ready to burst out when he heard a scream. Quickly rushing to the door of his room and opening it, he peered down the corridor to see the source of the noise. A serving woman sat hunched in the hallway sobbing, he quickly ran towards her noticing it was Dareen as he approached, "whatever is the matter" he asked with a genuine caring tone to his voice. Between sobs, the elderly woman glanced up, "oh your highness at least you are safe, it was horrible, gone they are all gone..." she broke down again. Gently helping her stand he walked her slowly to his room, where Taylor had dragged a chair over for her to sit on. The young boy then went to the table and gently filled a glass with water from a jug that was kept their, then kindly proffered it to the woman.
Smiling at the young boy, and thanking him she tried to continue, "the lights your highness, I did not go out and watch them. I had loaves to bake, but I let the others go outside, just by the door mind and there they stood fixated, then boom, a flash of red, and ..." she paused, took a deep breath then said "I watched them shrivel up, disintegrate and that was it, gone." Luken was not quite sure what was going on, but why he did not know, he strapped his sword around his waist, "Taylor please stay here and look after Dareen for me." The little boy nodded with a little hesitation, "don’t worry I will be back in a few minutes I just need to see
A single red circle of light eventually appeared seemingly drawing in all the other waves, and whilst enlarging it lowered itself over the city. Perpetually entranced, the people still looked in awe at this remarkable spectacle, unable to pull themselves away. The red circle continued to grow in size, still pulling in all the other waves of light from around it and still giving the impression it was lowering itself, spreading itself over the buildings below, as if a giant shroud of red light was hovering just above. Once at about a hundred feet, the huge red circle started pulsing, like the appearance of a beating heart, and still the citizens of Hamalin stood below, unmoving in their delight at what they were witnessing. Appearing as if everything in time paused for a few seconds, the light fell across the city covering the entire area, strangely not extending past the walls, but just within them. Then with a bright burst and explosion of luminosity, it vanished.
As the chanting grew louder, reaching its crescendo, Fenlor felt weakened by the loss of his own blood. Drawing his dagger out once more, he walked behind each priest in turn. Slashing each of them across the throat and pushing them forward into the flames, giving their lives to his cause. As the last throat was cut, and the last body slumped forward, a huge cloud of red smoke shot upwards, and Fenlor slumped to the ground. The deed was done.
Those within the city fell w here they stood, decomposing at an alarming rate, not even feeling or even realising their lives had ended; such was the speed of their aging. Where just a few seconds earlier people had stood, nothing showed but a few bones and remnants of their clothing. Everything touched by the red light appeared to be affected, not just the people perished, but even animals unfortunate enough to be outside when it had struck. Luken quickly awoke and sat upright, something had woken him, he could feel his pulse thumping, and he quickly looked around his room, but only saw his young son curled up beside him. "Come on sleepyhead, you had better wake up or you won't sleep tonight" he said softly, as the boys big brown eyes flickered open at the sound of his father's voice.
Noticing his head pain had completely gone, Luken felt strange, refreshed and invigorated, full of energy he felt like a dammed river ready to burst out when he heard a scream. Quickly rushing to the door of his room and opening it, he peered down the corridor to see the source of the noise. A serving woman sat hunched in the hallway sobbing, he quickly ran towards her noticing it was Dareen as he approached, "whatever is the matter" he asked with a genuine caring tone to his voice. Between sobs, the elderly woman glanced up, "oh your highness at least you are safe, it was horrible, gone they are all gone..." she broke down again. Gently helping her stand he walked her slowly to his room, where Taylor had dragged a chair over for her to sit on. The young boy then went to the table and gently filled a glass with water from a jug that was kept their, then kindly proffered it to the woman.
Smiling at the young boy, and thanking him she tried to continue, "the lights your highness, I did not go out and watch them. I had loaves to bake, but I let the others go outside, just by the door mind and there they stood fixated, then boom, a flash of red, and ..." she paused, took a deep breath then said "I watched them shrivel up, disintegrate and that was it, gone." Luken was not quite sure what was going on, but why he did not know, he strapped his sword around his waist, "Taylor please stay here and look after Dareen for me." The little boy nodded with a little hesitation, "don’t worry I will be back in a few minutes I just need to see
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