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Chapter Thirteen
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2024-10-29 19:42:56“Looks like you’ve already done the fun part,” Akyran sat next to me. I tossed the first rock back into the river before taking up the second rock.
“Cloth soaked in children’s tears,” Daerton watched with interest. “That’s some serious spell casting.”
I threw the next rock into the river. “It needs to be.”
“So, we’re creating a dam,” Daerton observed. “The bank is going to be slippery.”
“I will dry it.”
“You will need… ah,” he glanced at Akyran under his eyelashes. “I guess you have that in ready supply.”
“Yes,” I murmured.
“What?” Akyran looked between us.
“I need some of your blood,” I held out my hand.
“My blood?” he repeated but placed his hand in mine. I stabbed his finger with my dagger point, and he exclaimed. “- Ecaeris,” he protested. I squeezed his finger, to get the blood to bead, and then let it fall onto a cloth I held ready. When I released his hand, he put his finger in his mouth and sucked it. “T
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“Shit, Ecaeris,” Leongrad defended my injured side. “Fall back and seek a healer.” “I can still fight with one arm, and spell cast,” I dismissed the suggestion. “I am fine.” “You have a -ing arrow through your shoulder!” he replied. I saw the flash of dragon scale overhead as Aurien cut through the night sky, and the screams of the enemy soldiers beneath his fire. We were at the castle walls, the chemin de ronde thick with soldiers, arrows falling swift and fast. I threw up a ward, and the arrows suspended just above Leongrad’s head. He looked at me, wide eyed. I heard my name yelled behind me and recognised the voice as Akyran’s - he was fighting his way through to me. I turned, instinctually, centuries of training responding, and plunged back through our soldiers, to come to his side. He caught me and hunched over me as a volley of arrows struck into the shields of the soldiers that guarded his person. “Ecaeris,” his face was shadowed by his
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The water was bluer thank Akyran’s eyes and sparkled like it was scattered with diamonds. I watched another ship move into the bay. The port and city were busy with traders moving in and out. A strange place, this, I thought, watching the movement from my perch in the open tower window. Isolated and surrounded by a deadly desert, the people who had colonized this spot had been foolhardy and determined. They had come from further inland, following the fertile land off the riverbanks until it disappeared into the ocean. The people were brilliant and deadly, like the environment. Their clothing was brightly coloured, finely woven, and designed for the heat of this land. They wore their wealth in gold heavily around wrist and throat, and their weapons in plain sight to deter thieves. Life came and went quickly. The Fae Courts intrigues did not hold the brutality of these beautiful and charming people, who would take a hand for a theft, and an eye for a trespass.
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The forest had been planted by the Fae although it was no longer held by them, and the trees were thickly trunked and gnarled of roots, though thinly dispersed, the humans having taken the smaller trees and bushes to burn in their fires or build their ugly little houses with. The undergrowth was deep and spongey underfoot, fetid with rotting leaf matter and bat guano. More strongly, the smell of the creature seemed to steam in the night. The smell was difficult to place, a little like citronella, but more acidic, singeing the hairs in my nostrils and itching the back of my throat with its wrongness. Phantom caught my eye. His white hair and skin glowed in the night as if the man were a fire-fly, lit with an inner luminescence. He tugged the hood up over his hair, seeking to disguise himself, but the man had never been meant for the shadows – before the curse he would have glowed amongst others of mankind for his beauty, and now he glowed for its corruption. H
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A skeleton rat skittered across the road before me, disappearing into the shadows. I paused, surprised that one still survived. Vienthrey was frosted as I strode through streets that layered memory of war against present time. There was no sign of the war that had waged here now, it existed only in my mind’s eye. The streets were all but empty, the residents seeking the shelter and warmth of their homes as day turned to night. There was a storm coming, the clouds over the city were heavy. The cobblestoned streets were slippery with ice underfoot, and the chimneys in all the houses streamed smoke. I heard the dragon roar and lifted my face to the sky to watch Aurien wing in towards the inner courtyard. Getting a last flight in, I thought, before he became snow-bound by the storm. The tavern was easily found, the light and revelry from within spilling out as a man left. He looked at my company with alarm, glanced over his shoulder at the occupants of the tavern
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The wind blew a ball of spindle weed across the baked-dry land before us, and the heat of the sun caused sweat to prick between my shoulder blades and gather between my breasts, sticking the cloth of my tunic to my skin. I blew a stubborn fly from my face and slid a look at Akyran. The sun had reddened his cheeks and the tip of his nose where his helmet exposed them, and a drop of sweat tracked its way through the stubble-roughened surface of his neck to be absorbed into the collar of his tunic top.A stillness settled over the land as if every creature waited with us for the moment of battle. We stood back from the well opening weapons in hand, each man and woman intently listening, anticipating attack.There was a dull “whomp” that seemed to shudder the ground, and for a moment, the air seemed to draw into the well like a breath as the fire cast by Daerton and Rivyn into their well location several miles away consumed the oxyge
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Between the craftsmen manufacturing new nets and Akyran’s people searching the city for every net that they could find; they were prepared for our return. Akyran rolled out the map whilst we ate around the great table with the leaders of his army, and he divided them into teams. As we finished the meal, the terrible call of the creatures echoed overhead and we all looked up instinctually, although all that we could see was the arch of slate overhead.“We must endure another night of this,” Akyran said. “As the plan relies on them being in the underground caverns. In the morning, we will begin netting, and by afternoon, between Rivyn, Daerton and Ecaeris, we will burn the monsters to ash.”“I’ll be back in the morning then,” Rivyn declared and cast a portal, the wind whipping the edges of the map so that Akyran had to use his hands to pin it to the tabletop until the portal closed again behind h
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“To end the slaughter,Not dragon son, but daughter,In the right hand,Rivyn’s sword will save the land,If the lamb chosen is wrong,Love’s sacrifice will not be strong.”The Seer’s words echoed hollowly around the room, and the vines behind her seemed to shake and tremble. There was a heaviness to the sound of them, a weightiness that implied meaning, and a ring to the tone so that it seemed she spoke from a great distance, and the sound carried to us from where-ever she was.The delivery seemed to exhaust her, her chin dropping to her chest, the points of her headdress stringing out vine behind her like spiderweb. She became so still that I found myself studying her chest for the rise and fall of breath. If she breathed, it was so lightly it did not disturb the cloth she wore.“Hmm,” Akyran hummed his sigh out through his nose, trying to sup
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Armoured and armed, we returned to the courtyard and I cast a portal. “Aperianu.”The Temples of Seigradh were buried deep within the forest on the border of Nerith and Uyan Taesil. Even the irreverence of mankind had not dared to touch this forest. It was one of the oldest in the world, the trunks of its trees wide and its branches and roots tangled. It was said that its roots systems had become so enmeshed that it no longer existed as a forest of many trees, but all were part of one.There had once been a path to the temples, but the root system had long tossed the stones aside, or curled over them, so that the way was often lost beneath greenery. Pilgrims determined the way, instead, by the stone monoliths that marked the path, though even these were often swallowed by the forest.Water gathered in puddles on the ground, though the greenery was so thick, if there was mud from a recent rainfall, we were kept from it. Fairies with eyes like black be
