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again for any reason.”
“It will be so, My Prince.”
Drak’kar returned his attention to his visitors who were nervously awaiting his response. “You shall remain here as my guests while I make further inquiries. Should this information prove true, and I become master of the Fifth Circle, I shall reward you as none has ever been rewarded before. Now go.”
“You are as gracious as you are powerful, My Prince and soon to be worthy master,” Feh’lan crooned. She and her retinue backed out of the vast hall.
Once the vast hall had cleared, another shadow detached itself from a dark, recessed corner. Twin sparks of blue fire blazed as rage burned within it. The sorcerer is mine! I cannot allow him to die by another’s hand. I had hoped to grow stronger before I moved, but perhaps what I have gained is sufficient. It is an arduous journey and fraught with peril, particularly while I am in this form. I must assume another.
As if the goddess of death and murder had listened and answered his prayer, a grackin swooped down from the high ceiling. “You do not belong here, shade. That makes you open to be my dinner!”
The demon expected the shade to moan pitifully and anticipated the joy the creature’s terror-filled suffering would bring. However, it did not wail, and it did not shrink away and quaver in fright of its imminent demise. The grackin lunged at the shade and the Rook vanished into a deep crack between the stones of the floor like water down a drain.
The demon cast about for the impossibly swift shade and tried to understand what was happening. That realization came in the form of a shadow blade piercing his back just below where the right wing joined the body. Instead of pulling the life force through the black blade, the Rook forced his own existence through the knife’s ethereal form and into the demon’s body. The grackin let out a short bark as the two souls warred for control of the demon’s physical form.
The battle was short and the Rook devoured the demon’s essence from within. His glowing blue eyes replaced the red orbs of the grackin and he stretched out his arms and wings and appreciated the solid if hideously ugly form.
“Yes, this will do most excellently,” the Rook whispered.
The Rook soared over the desolate grey landscape, keeping a watchful eye out for other demons. The creatures were notoriously territorial and were quick to kill outsiders. Not just for food, but also for the entertainment such wanton murder and torture brought. The Rook found it vile. Murder and death were things of necessity, vengeance, and business. It should be orderly and conducted with forethought. Murder was a means to an end—a final end.
CHAPTER 3
The school’s masters were sitting around the large dining table in the old tower after the day’s classes discussing the various activities and happenings while they waited for dinner. The tension caused from The Academy wizards’ intrusion several months ago had lessened, as there appeared to be no further threats or inquiries. However, Magus Allister was far from feeling at ease.
“Franklin, has Ellyssa been missing classes again lately?” the old wizard asked.
“Yes, she has. At first, it was just a few here and there, but these last several months her truancy has gotten steadily worse. I would have brought it up, but the work she shows in class is excellent when she comes. Her focus and understanding has increased dramatically. She is really beginning to pull away from the other students, and I think we will have to put her in a more advanced class soon if she keeps going the way she is.”
Allister nodded but was still troubled. “It is the same with the classes she has with me.”
“Mine as well,” Aggie piped in. “I believe she is still practicing a great deal outside of school. She is especially spending a great deal of time in the laboratory with Azerick’s
“It will be so, My Prince.”
Drak’kar returned his attention to his visitors who were nervously awaiting his response. “You shall remain here as my guests while I make further inquiries. Should this information prove true, and I become master of the Fifth Circle, I shall reward you as none has ever been rewarded before. Now go.”
“You are as gracious as you are powerful, My Prince and soon to be worthy master,” Feh’lan crooned. She and her retinue backed out of the vast hall.
Once the vast hall had cleared, another shadow detached itself from a dark, recessed corner. Twin sparks of blue fire blazed as rage burned within it. The sorcerer is mine! I cannot allow him to die by another’s hand. I had hoped to grow stronger before I moved, but perhaps what I have gained is sufficient. It is an arduous journey and fraught with peril, particularly while I am in this form. I must assume another.
As if the goddess of death and murder had listened and answered his prayer, a grackin swooped down from the high ceiling. “You do not belong here, shade. That makes you open to be my dinner!”
The demon expected the shade to moan pitifully and anticipated the joy the creature’s terror-filled suffering would bring. However, it did not wail, and it did not shrink away and quaver in fright of its imminent demise. The grackin lunged at the shade and the Rook vanished into a deep crack between the stones of the floor like water down a drain.
The demon cast about for the impossibly swift shade and tried to understand what was happening. That realization came in the form of a shadow blade piercing his back just below where the right wing joined the body. Instead of pulling the life force through the black blade, the Rook forced his own existence through the knife’s ethereal form and into the demon’s body. The grackin let out a short bark as the two souls warred for control of the demon’s physical form.
The battle was short and the Rook devoured the demon’s essence from within. His glowing blue eyes replaced the red orbs of the grackin and he stretched out his arms and wings and appreciated the solid if hideously ugly form.
“Yes, this will do most excellently,” the Rook whispered.
The Rook soared over the desolate grey landscape, keeping a watchful eye out for other demons. The creatures were notoriously territorial and were quick to kill outsiders. Not just for food, but also for the entertainment such wanton murder and torture brought. The Rook found it vile. Murder and death were things of necessity, vengeance, and business. It should be orderly and conducted with forethought. Murder was a means to an end—a final end.
CHAPTER 3
The school’s masters were sitting around the large dining table in the old tower after the day’s classes discussing the various activities and happenings while they waited for dinner. The tension caused from The Academy wizards’ intrusion several months ago had lessened, as there appeared to be no further threats or inquiries. However, Magus Allister was far from feeling at ease.
“Franklin, has Ellyssa been missing classes again lately?” the old wizard asked.
“Yes, she has. At first, it was just a few here and there, but these last several months her truancy has gotten steadily worse. I would have brought it up, but the work she shows in class is excellent when she comes. Her focus and understanding has increased dramatically. She is really beginning to pull away from the other students, and I think we will have to put her in a more advanced class soon if she keeps going the way she is.”
Allister nodded but was still troubled. “It is the same with the classes she has with me.”
“Mine as well,” Aggie piped in. “I believe she is still practicing a great deal outside of school. She is especially spending a great deal of time in the laboratory with Azerick’s
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