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Authors: Blake Rivers
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to destroy him, even if it leads you to the Mortrus Lands, do it!”
Hero saw himself promising her that he’d do everything in his power. He’d kissed her hand, she’d kissed his forehead, and then he’d left her.
The images cleared, though the green and purple flames remained, hot and empty.
“This is where you need to go, where you need to be, and what you need to know.” The girl swept her hands over the flames, and Hero watched them rise up into her palms, gathering there as balls of flame—the colours fought and swirled, but didn’t burn her.
“I am to go back to Legacy without the princess?”
The colours touched the girl’s eyes, reflecting in them green and purple both. “You are to ask for counsel from your elders, and think on what was said. Journey home, Hero, and do not despair, as I don’t leave you empty handed.”
Before Hero could move, her hands flicked toward him, the fire leaving her palms and hitting his chest. He yelled out and fell backward, flames dancing across his robes. He ran his hands over his body, sweeping through the flames, the purple light sinking through the cloth and entering his skin. He felt a warmth flush through him.
“What did you just do?” he said, gasping and sitting back up. The fire rose high and bright, the flames back to their yellow-orange.
“I’ve given you a gift, Hero of the Guard. Something to fight and defend with, other than your noble sword and skill. But be warned,” she said. “Do not attempt to keep Ami with this power. Remember, you must lose her. It’s the only way.”
Hero felt the torrential storm rise around him as the sky darkened, the wind whipping his face, ripping his hood back from his head. The fire was out and he was back on the hilltop, the ruins behind him.
He wiped his face, pushing the rain from his sight as the thunder rolled above. Where was Adam? The hills lit and Hero scrambled to his feet, slipping in the mud. “Ami!”
He raced through the ruins and down the river of steps to the chamber below.
Chapter Seven
“Quite the tale, isn’t it?” Adam said, standing and looking down at her. To Ami he seemed so monstrous, so tall and thin. His eyes flashed at her as he began to pace the room, his legs shadow sticks, flickering, doubling and fazing in the firelight.
“It happened in a cave, far away from here,” he said. “A secret place where I took my pleasures with the pain of old men’s screams, their weak and starved bodies no match for my power. I would spike their skulls and call them unicorns…but that’s another story. My latest lay in a pool, just within the mouth of the cave.”
Adam stood away from the fire, letting the shadow play across his face, his eyes the only constant, their stare never leaving hers; their green lilt kept her entranced as he raised his hands either side of him.
Somewhere, a soft voice sung beneath a wind, and the room began to change. It seemed to blur and expand, become darker, rounder. Ami heard water, saw it running down dark and rocky walls. To her right, faded grey light showed the last embers of a day, midnight blue over shimmering black, the sounds of waves running across soft sand.
She was in the cave. Before her was a pool of red water, and within it was a man, barely alive and soaked in scarlet. A large wooden stake rose up through his forehead. Ami felt ill, but the dangerous part of her kept her seated at the water’s edge, watching Adam who was on the other side, staring down at the body. His sword was in his hand, the steel reflecting the sky from the open mouth.
“I’d just finished with him,” he said, pointing, “when a strange thing happened. My sword lit a blinding white.” The blade burst into white flame in Adam’s hand as she watched. “Startled, I dropped it, where it lodged tip first in the water. The white fire still burned though, beneath the surface, and within the colliding ripples something appeared: a vision.
“It was strong,
Hero saw himself promising her that he’d do everything in his power. He’d kissed her hand, she’d kissed his forehead, and then he’d left her.
The images cleared, though the green and purple flames remained, hot and empty.
“This is where you need to go, where you need to be, and what you need to know.” The girl swept her hands over the flames, and Hero watched them rise up into her palms, gathering there as balls of flame—the colours fought and swirled, but didn’t burn her.
“I am to go back to Legacy without the princess?”
The colours touched the girl’s eyes, reflecting in them green and purple both. “You are to ask for counsel from your elders, and think on what was said. Journey home, Hero, and do not despair, as I don’t leave you empty handed.”
Before Hero could move, her hands flicked toward him, the fire leaving her palms and hitting his chest. He yelled out and fell backward, flames dancing across his robes. He ran his hands over his body, sweeping through the flames, the purple light sinking through the cloth and entering his skin. He felt a warmth flush through him.
“What did you just do?” he said, gasping and sitting back up. The fire rose high and bright, the flames back to their yellow-orange.
“I’ve given you a gift, Hero of the Guard. Something to fight and defend with, other than your noble sword and skill. But be warned,” she said. “Do not attempt to keep Ami with this power. Remember, you must lose her. It’s the only way.”
Hero felt the torrential storm rise around him as the sky darkened, the wind whipping his face, ripping his hood back from his head. The fire was out and he was back on the hilltop, the ruins behind him.
He wiped his face, pushing the rain from his sight as the thunder rolled above. Where was Adam? The hills lit and Hero scrambled to his feet, slipping in the mud. “Ami!”
He raced through the ruins and down the river of steps to the chamber below.
Chapter Seven
“Quite the tale, isn’t it?” Adam said, standing and looking down at her. To Ami he seemed so monstrous, so tall and thin. His eyes flashed at her as he began to pace the room, his legs shadow sticks, flickering, doubling and fazing in the firelight.
“It happened in a cave, far away from here,” he said. “A secret place where I took my pleasures with the pain of old men’s screams, their weak and starved bodies no match for my power. I would spike their skulls and call them unicorns…but that’s another story. My latest lay in a pool, just within the mouth of the cave.”
Adam stood away from the fire, letting the shadow play across his face, his eyes the only constant, their stare never leaving hers; their green lilt kept her entranced as he raised his hands either side of him.
Somewhere, a soft voice sung beneath a wind, and the room began to change. It seemed to blur and expand, become darker, rounder. Ami heard water, saw it running down dark and rocky walls. To her right, faded grey light showed the last embers of a day, midnight blue over shimmering black, the sounds of waves running across soft sand.
She was in the cave. Before her was a pool of red water, and within it was a man, barely alive and soaked in scarlet. A large wooden stake rose up through his forehead. Ami felt ill, but the dangerous part of her kept her seated at the water’s edge, watching Adam who was on the other side, staring down at the body. His sword was in his hand, the steel reflecting the sky from the open mouth.
“I’d just finished with him,” he said, pointing, “when a strange thing happened. My sword lit a blinding white.” The blade burst into white flame in Adam’s hand as she watched. “Startled, I dropped it, where it lodged tip first in the water. The white fire still burned though, beneath the surface, and within the colliding ripples something appeared: a vision.
“It was strong,
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