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of earlier, Dr. Emma. Only a stone guardian can detect such ancient evil and I know ye canna be from any stone guardian clan. Why, yer no’ even from Scotland. Hello? Dr. Emma? Are ye feeling unwell, my dear? Perhaps yer just over-tired from your trip.”
How was it that Moira didn’t see that fire-breathing monster? Emma blinked, squeezing both eyes tightly shut for a few seconds then slowly re-opened them. The thing was still there lobbing fireballs at the crowd. How could Moira not see it? Come to think of it, the reporter was acting pretty nonchalant about the whole ordeal raging all around him as well. Was she losing her mind? Emma clicked off the TV. She couldn’t bear watching anymore of the strange annihilation.
“Dr. Emma? Hello? Are ye there? Are ye certain yer all right?”
“I’m fine, Moira. I guess…maybe I’m just a little tired. Sorry to have bothered you.” Emma clicked the button and tossed the phone onto the couch. What the hell was going on here? Grabbing her keys, she headed for the door. She must be more stressed out by everything than she thought. Maybe a drive away from the water would calm her nerves and clear the hallucinations from her head.
Chapter Ten
His eyes popped open in immediate awareness. A tensed sense of apprehension surrounded him like armor. A chilling breeze blew across his skin, tickling his flesh with an electrifying warning. “Have ye awakened me again for a bit more of your wicked teasing or do ye mean to keep your word and release me this time?” Hesitating, almost afraid of what he’d find, Torin lifted a hand to his face, relaxing a bit when rough bristles of unshaved skin scratched against his palm. Thank the gods. His spirit and body were reconnected.
“I’ve awakened ye because your task is finally upon ye, my lovely hard-headed fool.” Cailleach na Mointeach’s triumphant chuckle danced through the muffled thunder grumbling across the hillside.
Torin shook the stiffness from his shoulders and stretched from the damp shadow of the stones, stepping into the glaring warmth of the blazing sunlight. Something still wasn’t right.Scowling at the ground, he turned and squinted up at the cloudless sky. “Then why do I no’ cast a shadow?”
“Wait,” Cailleach chortled across the rising wind. “Your awakening will be completed when the balance of your destiny arrives. Patience, my precious chieftain.”
A ripping grind shattered the stillness of the deserted hillside. Every sense alerted, every muscle tensed, Torin crouched and scanned the bleak horizon for the source. He’d never heard such a monstrous wail screeching across his land. Had the portal released some newly spawned evil he’d never battled?
A dust cloud surrounded a strange moving object. Some sort of wagon churned up the dry, dirt-packed lane without aid of any animal. What strange sort of magic was this? Circular orbs beamed rays of light from the front of the beast, lighting the path it followed. The beacons originated from shining globes mounted atop the curving face of the body as though channeling the sun or some sort of white-hot flame. The flesh of the beast looked to be made of shields lashed together with invisible ropes. Dropping lower against the ground, Torin studied the odd-looking creation. Mac an donais! The thing glinted with the color of freshly spilled blood. How had the monster captured such a vibrant shade for its hide? His warriors would have given their finest daggers for such a dye to stain their marks upon their shields. Torin edged back into the shadows of the stones as the strange red vision rolled its way up the gentle slope toward the circle of megaliths.
“What magic is this?” Torin muttered to the Cailleach . Clenching the roughened edge of his beloved obelisk, he shifted closer to the stone. The coolness of the block transmitted security; the chiseled surface of the great spire scrubbed his fingertips an abrasive welcome. Lifting his face to the wind,
How was it that Moira didn’t see that fire-breathing monster? Emma blinked, squeezing both eyes tightly shut for a few seconds then slowly re-opened them. The thing was still there lobbing fireballs at the crowd. How could Moira not see it? Come to think of it, the reporter was acting pretty nonchalant about the whole ordeal raging all around him as well. Was she losing her mind? Emma clicked off the TV. She couldn’t bear watching anymore of the strange annihilation.
“Dr. Emma? Hello? Are ye there? Are ye certain yer all right?”
“I’m fine, Moira. I guess…maybe I’m just a little tired. Sorry to have bothered you.” Emma clicked the button and tossed the phone onto the couch. What the hell was going on here? Grabbing her keys, she headed for the door. She must be more stressed out by everything than she thought. Maybe a drive away from the water would calm her nerves and clear the hallucinations from her head.
Chapter Ten
His eyes popped open in immediate awareness. A tensed sense of apprehension surrounded him like armor. A chilling breeze blew across his skin, tickling his flesh with an electrifying warning. “Have ye awakened me again for a bit more of your wicked teasing or do ye mean to keep your word and release me this time?” Hesitating, almost afraid of what he’d find, Torin lifted a hand to his face, relaxing a bit when rough bristles of unshaved skin scratched against his palm. Thank the gods. His spirit and body were reconnected.
“I’ve awakened ye because your task is finally upon ye, my lovely hard-headed fool.” Cailleach na Mointeach’s triumphant chuckle danced through the muffled thunder grumbling across the hillside.
Torin shook the stiffness from his shoulders and stretched from the damp shadow of the stones, stepping into the glaring warmth of the blazing sunlight. Something still wasn’t right.Scowling at the ground, he turned and squinted up at the cloudless sky. “Then why do I no’ cast a shadow?”
“Wait,” Cailleach chortled across the rising wind. “Your awakening will be completed when the balance of your destiny arrives. Patience, my precious chieftain.”
A ripping grind shattered the stillness of the deserted hillside. Every sense alerted, every muscle tensed, Torin crouched and scanned the bleak horizon for the source. He’d never heard such a monstrous wail screeching across his land. Had the portal released some newly spawned evil he’d never battled?
A dust cloud surrounded a strange moving object. Some sort of wagon churned up the dry, dirt-packed lane without aid of any animal. What strange sort of magic was this? Circular orbs beamed rays of light from the front of the beast, lighting the path it followed. The beacons originated from shining globes mounted atop the curving face of the body as though channeling the sun or some sort of white-hot flame. The flesh of the beast looked to be made of shields lashed together with invisible ropes. Dropping lower against the ground, Torin studied the odd-looking creation. Mac an donais! The thing glinted with the color of freshly spilled blood. How had the monster captured such a vibrant shade for its hide? His warriors would have given their finest daggers for such a dye to stain their marks upon their shields. Torin edged back into the shadows of the stones as the strange red vision rolled its way up the gentle slope toward the circle of megaliths.
“What magic is this?” Torin muttered to the Cailleach . Clenching the roughened edge of his beloved obelisk, he shifted closer to the stone. The coolness of the block transmitted security; the chiseled surface of the great spire scrubbed his fingertips an abrasive welcome. Lifting his face to the wind,
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