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“I said render him docile!” Lanxe snapped at the druid holding the king.
A loud roar sounded, and what must have been big clumps of snow came falling down on all of them. Men screamed and Crystal screeched out her anger. Zah felt the air grow even colder as her dragon exhaled her freezing spew.
Lanxe spoke the word of a spell she recognized, and Zah heard her big wyrm whoosh out a grunt from the heavy impact of his powerful casting. Then someone hit her so hard that half her teeth went loose. Zah’s head rang from the blow, and over the din she could hear the angry buzz of the Sarax growing louder and louder.
The hood was yanked roughly from her head, and she saw that there were several of the red-robed druids in the snow-filled chamber with her. A Sarax landed on the edge of the roof, its clawed feet knocking snow and icicles loose. It dove away at something, and Zah caught a glimpse of her dragon as she floundered in the air. Half a dozen Sarax went swarming over the white-scaled wyrm and her heart broke.
“Here.” Lanxe grabbed a serrated ceremonial knife from one of his Order and shoved Zahrellion at another. He gave an older red-robed druid with eyes as black as coal the dagger. “Render her manna before that white wyrm ruins our way off.”
“Yes,” the strange black-eyed druid hissed eagerly.
Zah thought she recognized him, but from where, she wasn’t certain.
It can’t be Frunian, can it?
She knew she’d never seen eyes like that in the temple before. It was Frunian, or what was left of him, she decided. Another of Lanxe’s experiments gone awry, she guessed, or maybe a punishment for letting Jenka and Crystal spirit her away from that ship he’d taken her on when they all left the dungeons.
It pained Zah that her dragon was being attacked. She knew she was as good as dead, but Crystal could still break away and flee. She knew the great frost dragon would never do that, but she wished she would.
She found herself being dragged across the freezing cold altar block. Her half-numb skin ripped and scraped bloody as they fought to hold her still. Then Frunian’s empty onyx orbs were hovering over her, wild words were spoken, and the knife plunged toward her heart. The world erupted in a conflagration of roaring flames and raw magical heat. Not only was there a blade in her chest, but Zahrellion felt her skin burning and her mind sizzling away. Then all sensation left her and there was nothing.
Rikky looked up from Herald’s body when a blue streak of magical force erupted from the temple and sent Zahrellion’s dragon flailing through the air. Suddenly, a handful of Sarax were attacking the frost wyrm. Rikky was relieved when he saw Silva come streaking in to aid Crystal.
Herald was done, Rikky knew. He wasn’t dead yet, but he was beyond being saved. Rikky couldn’t leave his side or he would pass. It was that critical. And as much as he wanted to rejoin the battle, he felt an even stronger urge to be there with Herald for the end. Tears spilled down his cheeks. They were warm at first, but soon his exposed face was raw with cold.
He was stricken with grief and about to collapse into a heap of it. He didn’t know what had happened to Marcherion or Aikira. He wasn’t so much worried about Jenka as he was the others. He knew Jenka was a survivor. Now Herald was dying. The cantankerous old man’s body lurched as he coughed up frothy blood. He gripped Rikky’s hand and squeezed it hard.
“Tell… Tell that fat… fat fargin’ bastard Swineherd he’s ahh…” he managed, and then fell limp in Rikky’s arms.
Rikky let out a long, keening wail. Reason left him as he screamed out his anguish. After he caught his breath, he snatched up Herald’s old sword and went hop-stepping blindly away.
The sound of howling wolves erupted through the temple and into the open-roofed area where Zahrellion’s soul was being rendered into Sarax food. The lead wolf leapt and hit the black-eyed
“I said render him docile!” Lanxe snapped at the druid holding the king.
A loud roar sounded, and what must have been big clumps of snow came falling down on all of them. Men screamed and Crystal screeched out her anger. Zah felt the air grow even colder as her dragon exhaled her freezing spew.
Lanxe spoke the word of a spell she recognized, and Zah heard her big wyrm whoosh out a grunt from the heavy impact of his powerful casting. Then someone hit her so hard that half her teeth went loose. Zah’s head rang from the blow, and over the din she could hear the angry buzz of the Sarax growing louder and louder.
The hood was yanked roughly from her head, and she saw that there were several of the red-robed druids in the snow-filled chamber with her. A Sarax landed on the edge of the roof, its clawed feet knocking snow and icicles loose. It dove away at something, and Zah caught a glimpse of her dragon as she floundered in the air. Half a dozen Sarax went swarming over the white-scaled wyrm and her heart broke.
“Here.” Lanxe grabbed a serrated ceremonial knife from one of his Order and shoved Zahrellion at another. He gave an older red-robed druid with eyes as black as coal the dagger. “Render her manna before that white wyrm ruins our way off.”
“Yes,” the strange black-eyed druid hissed eagerly.
Zah thought she recognized him, but from where, she wasn’t certain.
It can’t be Frunian, can it?
She knew she’d never seen eyes like that in the temple before. It was Frunian, or what was left of him, she decided. Another of Lanxe’s experiments gone awry, she guessed, or maybe a punishment for letting Jenka and Crystal spirit her away from that ship he’d taken her on when they all left the dungeons.
It pained Zah that her dragon was being attacked. She knew she was as good as dead, but Crystal could still break away and flee. She knew the great frost dragon would never do that, but she wished she would.
She found herself being dragged across the freezing cold altar block. Her half-numb skin ripped and scraped bloody as they fought to hold her still. Then Frunian’s empty onyx orbs were hovering over her, wild words were spoken, and the knife plunged toward her heart. The world erupted in a conflagration of roaring flames and raw magical heat. Not only was there a blade in her chest, but Zahrellion felt her skin burning and her mind sizzling away. Then all sensation left her and there was nothing.
Rikky looked up from Herald’s body when a blue streak of magical force erupted from the temple and sent Zahrellion’s dragon flailing through the air. Suddenly, a handful of Sarax were attacking the frost wyrm. Rikky was relieved when he saw Silva come streaking in to aid Crystal.
Herald was done, Rikky knew. He wasn’t dead yet, but he was beyond being saved. Rikky couldn’t leave his side or he would pass. It was that critical. And as much as he wanted to rejoin the battle, he felt an even stronger urge to be there with Herald for the end. Tears spilled down his cheeks. They were warm at first, but soon his exposed face was raw with cold.
He was stricken with grief and about to collapse into a heap of it. He didn’t know what had happened to Marcherion or Aikira. He wasn’t so much worried about Jenka as he was the others. He knew Jenka was a survivor. Now Herald was dying. The cantankerous old man’s body lurched as he coughed up frothy blood. He gripped Rikky’s hand and squeezed it hard.
“Tell… Tell that fat… fat fargin’ bastard Swineherd he’s ahh…” he managed, and then fell limp in Rikky’s arms.
Rikky let out a long, keening wail. Reason left him as he screamed out his anguish. After he caught his breath, he snatched up Herald’s old sword and went hop-stepping blindly away.
The sound of howling wolves erupted through the temple and into the open-roofed area where Zahrellion’s soul was being rendered into Sarax food. The lead wolf leapt and hit the black-eyed
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