Finding Axeris and Khiones together was an impossible sight except if one race was dead and the other was alive and standing over the corpse, but finding Axeris and Khiones working together was more than impossible yet it was where Iris, Xanth, Syrana and her Khione warriors found themselves in as they made their way through Oerth forest.It was very obvious and clear that the tension hanging in the air above them was heated enough to melt the snow and chase away the cold - which it literally did - but the party had a common goal and working together would help them in achieving their common goal faster, and the faster they achieved that goal, the faster they could be away from each other. But in the small tensed group, none was more disgusted than Kye.It was an irritation he didn’t bother to hide.“How long do you think it would take us to get to the other side of the forest?” Xanth asked Syrana as he slowed down to walk beside her.“Whenever we get to the other side, we get to th
“To be honest, we never actually had the thought of seeing you here.”“We assumed the proud ruler of Astaroth would never leave his kingdom except if he was going into war.” they chuckled and so did Ryder but without any joy. “But here you are, in the flesh and bone and blood!”It was far from being a party, and it was even lesser than a get together as they were only four men in the extremely large room. Borox led them, he ruled these band of outsiders, exiled from Erstonia and forced to take shelter within the cold caves of Zagaroth mountains. But here, he had built for themselves a fortress, and here, he was know as the king of the exiled.He trusted only two other people, and they were present in the room with him and Ryder. It had been hundred of years since they had had the pleasure of hosting Ryder, and although they were merry about it, Borox could not deny the uneasiness about Ryder. The feared Lord of Astaroth was troubled. And what could trouble an Axeris more than the fast
Iris still walked with a limp, the wound had sealed up but she still felt the pain on the inside. She was angry, that much was very obvious to see and she walked ahead of the group, nobody spoke, they all walked in silence, Syrana and Xanth walked behind Iris, Kye and the other few Khione warriors that had not been picked off by Indie walked behind.“Iris,” Xanth called out. “You don’t have to be stubborn about allowing Syrana help you with the injury you have.”“What injury do you speak of, Xanth?” she threw over her shoulder.“Iris…” he called again but Syrana placed a hand on his to stop him, and then with a smile, she said.“If she won’t admit to having an injury, then she doesn’t need my help, Xanth.”Iris scoffed. “At least we have a smart one among us.”Xanth frowned at Iris’ remark, he could not understand why she was being this hostile, maybe it was the fact that she had been seemingly humiliated by Indie, or ti was the fact that she had done it through a possessed Khione war
Erstonia was just as cold as its climate, and it was not just about the snow, it was its people, their energies and aura, the empty streets and silence as they rode through the city heading toward the castle which sat right in the middle of the kingdom. They could not help the chill that climbed up their spines, feeling like they had just entered a plagued city.“Where are the people?” Syrana could not help but ask as the city held no sign of life within it, not even clothes hanging out on the wires to dry.“In their homes, away from the cold.” Replied an Erstonian soldier. He had the reins of the horse Syrana and Iris shared in his hand as he led them through the city.“It looks like a deserted place, it’s dead.” Xanth pointed out and a soldier close to him sent him a chilling glare. He scoffed.“Better than the place you come from, I bet,” he said and spat.Xanth shook his head and turned his attention from the soldier, then under his breath, said. “Not even close.”Iris was still p
It was freezing, the snow was heavy, and her dress was a burden, a burden she knew she could not get rid of. Should not get rid of it if she wanted to survive this place. She didn’t know where she was nor where she was going, but anywhere away from Ryder and his men would be fine with her.She struggled through the snow, and her vision was blurred by her tears. She was hurt and felt betrayed, to think he had forcefully taken her from Dragonsbane to Astaroth and made her come on this very tedious journey, only for her to find out that they had been on their way to sacrifice her to some dead god they worship.She tugged on her dress in anger, her feet were cold and so were her fingers, and she could barely feel any sensation in them, or any blood coursing through them. She knew she should keep warm but she just really needed to feel the cold just a bit longer.She stopped and panted, she could see her breath, and she could feel her anger“Ryder!” she screamed out loud and collapsed onto
The room they were ushered in was extremely large, almost as large as the throne room, and was three stories above the ground. Four king-sized beds occupied spaces underneath four large windows, all well arranged, the largest window, having no bed beneath it, over-looked the courtyard. Syrana and Queen Vixra stood in front of the window, looking out and past the courtyard, from here Syrana could see the cold streets of the city, it was a clear reminder of where they were, of the kingdom they were in and it was a sharp contrast to the warmth of the castle.“You had dropped her off in Dragonsbane, in hopes that she would be able to live and grow as a normal girl,” Vixra turned to look at Syrana with pity in her eyes. “Instead, you had unknowingly put her right where she would be found by him. She never got the love of her own mother.”Syrana blinked once and lowered her gaze. Her breathing was even and calm but her heart ached, she had never been this desperate for anything more than to
“You must be tired,” he said to her calmly, extending his hand toward her as he ushered her into another part of the rather large hut, sectioned off by transparent linen curtains, where a single bed was.Lyra took his hand with a smile, she was indeed tired and her feet ached terribly. She sat on the soft bed and took off her shoes - boots she had stolen before fleeing from Ryder.“Thank you.” she said in a weak voice as she laid herself down on the bed, and sleep took over her in minutes.Pythias smiled and walked out of the section, drawing the curtains close. He set down his staff so that it leaned against the table and took a seat, he had his attention on Lyra, watching the Khione girl sleep peacefully on his bed.On his bed. In a hut hidden in the mountains and inaccessible to anyone but himself.He could not believe the coincidence, the gods had sent her to him, placed her right into his hands, and he didn’t even need to go through the struggle and stress of facing off with Ryde
“Some friend you have, Syrana.” Iris said as she watched the Khione pace the room. “Really the best.”“Cool it down, Iris.” Xanth said to her, he stood with his back resting against the window bars and his arms crossed. “Nobody knew it would go down this way. One positive thing though; we are out of the blizzard out there.”“Yeah?” Iris faced him now. “And of what good is that if we cannot get to do what we had come here for in the first place? Should I remind you that Ryder is out there on his way to sacrifice your newly discovered cousin?” she rolled her eyes and in a low voice added; “Frankly, I could only care less about that.”Xanth groaned and moved away from the window, he was getting tired of having to listen to Iris and he just wished Syrana could make her go to sleep again.“The room is not sealed off by magic.” Kye spoke and everyone turned to face him, not finding any importance in what he had just said.“And…?” Iris asked.“And we can make our escape out of here.” he said
“Lord Dixon and lady Annora won’t be staying, they wish to travel the lands, and maybe find settlement somewhere unclaimed.” Xanth said to Ryder as he joined him on the balcony. He had dismissed the elders and generals, taken Iris body to be prepared for burial, settled with Lady and Lord Axeris d’Croix, Ryder’s parents, and arranged with Syrana for her stay and departure the next morning. “They have been away too long,” he sighed. “I can understand that they would feel strange in this place which they once considered to be their home.” “Iris’ body will be buried tomorrow.” he said and then sighed. “Her mother can not be consoled, she was hacking away at Mavrek’s body down in the courtyard outside the castle doors.” Ryder frowned in unbelief and looked at Xanth. “Hacking away?” “With a sword,” He nodded. “It is a mess down there, Ryder.” He looked away from Xanth and leaned on the railing with his elbows, then lowered his head. “Mavrek’s body was never going to be buried anyway,
“He’s killed her too.”He allowed the talk spread around the room without saying a single word as he watched the men talk and whisper among themselves, picking out with his eyes those who believed and those who doubted by the way they reacted to the talk spreading around the room. “How many of you in this very room knew of Mavrek’s journey to Fang Peek and the reason he was going?” he spoke up and everyone hushed.The room fell silent and nobody was willing to give him a reply as they all feared what he might do. He looked around the room once more, studying the expression on their faces, none of them had their heads lifted to meet his gaze and he was beginning to get impatient. He gripped the reins of the horse and whipped it so the animal neighed loudly, stood up on its hind legs, and fell back down on all fours.“How many of you knew?!” he asked again, this time in a louder voice.“All of us knew,” Ulric spoke up. “He had called for a meeting to announce it, but he had known of th
“That’s Iris’ body in the snow over there,” Tezani said to Xanth in a whisper. It had been a day and a half since they moved from Mavrek’s camp, the warriors journeyed with them as they made their way back to Astaroth. The cold here was minimal but the snow was still thick on the ground. Mavrek shivered in the cold, his body and feet were bare and Ryder had not for once stopped to rest. They didn’t run the horses, Ryder didn’t seem to be in a hurry, and all through the journey, he had kept to himself, even Xanth knew to keep a distance because he knew this ruler of Astaroth was troubled and in pain and anger, but he would have to disturb him now as Tezani had just shown him something.He lifted and fist up in the air, signaling for the troop to stop which they did, then he snapped the reins on his horse, hurrying it up to get to Ryder.“Ryder,” he called out, fishing him out of his thoughts and drawing his attention away.“Hmm?” he hummed and turned his head to face Xanth. He was ti
"Xanth and I will enter the tent, the rest of you, wait outside, where he cannot see you."They sat on their horses afar off, where Mavrek’s camp was now visible to them, Tezani had led them here and they had found his camp to be exactly where she had predicted it would be. The general journeyed slowly, and it was not just the size of the warriors that slowed him down. He had already spent weeks on a journey of just a few days, it was the general’s pride, to think he could make it to Fang Peek before Ryder would.“His tent would be the one positioned close to the forefront,” Tezani said to Ryder. “And it would be the largest too.”“Good,” Ryder hummed and kicked his horse in the side. “That should give us the advantage of surprising him.”* * * * * * *“General?” a warrior positioned at the tent’s entrance as a guard called out to Mavrek from outside. “You have a er…”Mavrek frowned, struggling to take off his armor. “I have a what?!” he yelled out in frustration, nothing
“Ryder…” Xanth called calmly as he quietly approached Ryder who was kneeling down by the edge of the ledge. The fiery pit had grown cold and was quiet now and the cave was slowly losing the heat, welcoming the cold.“She is gone,” Ryder said softly and lifted his head up to the cave ceiling. He let out a sigh, folded his lips, and raised his eyebrows, his eyeballs darting from left to right as he felt tears coming. His heart ached terribly and his body shivered. “She is gone,” he repeated with another sigh.Xanth turned around when he heard footsteps running, only to see Syrana and Tezani. Syrana looked at him asking him questions with her gaze, but he just blinked once and looked away from her. She sucked in a breath and her body crashed into the cave wall, she clutched on to her dress around her chest area and slowly fell to the floor as tears pooled out of her eyes.“Lyra…” she sobbed. “My baby girl.”Ryder turned his head to see who had just come into the cave and he saw the white
His wound refused to heal and he was losing blood fast, he groaned and leaned on the horse as it slowed down to a gallop, approaching the mouth of the cave. His body felt extremely weak and he wondered what indie must have applied on that sword she stabbed him with that was stopping his body from regenerating.He groaned as he fell off the horse and onto the hard, hot ground. Never in his life had he felt this way, and he hated it, the feeling of being vulnerable as he was now. He knew that if anyone was to come for him, to kill him, they would succeed in that, he couldn’t even muster the strength to use his powers.He managed to get on his feet, leaning against the cave walls, he stumbled further into the cave where he found Borox, sitting up and propped against the cave wall with a small knife wedged into the side of his neck.“Borox,” Ryder called and went to him, crashing on the ground on his knee beside him, he took the man’s hand and had genuine pain in his eyes. The pain of see
They had all heard the noise, the loud bang from far behind, toward their far left and they had turned just in time to see a mushroom of fire rise up and then die out. The noise had spooked the horses and they stopped riding.“What was that?” Tezani asked no one in particular.“The wizard maybe,” Xanth replied. “But a blast of such magnitude? What is he doing?”“Practicing spells?” Syrana chipped in. “Prepping for a battle.”They both turned to look at her and Xanth’s heart fell, if they could not find Ryder in time and get him to perform the sacrifice with Tezani, then Osyron would break free of his prison and it would be bye-bye to the world as they knew it to be.“What if we can’t get to Ryder in time?” Tezani asked Xanth as if she had been reading his mind.He let out a breath. “Can you go back to Mavrek?”She shook her head and looked down at her horse, she didn’t want to go back to him. She couldn’t. She hated herself for still loving him when all he had ever done was lie to her
“They are close now,” Vixra said as she galloped on her horse. She had Pythias riding beside her, Royn and the rest of the warriors rode just behind. “I can sense the girl.”She pulled out the bow hanging on the horse behind her and an arrow, she let go of the horse’s reins but still managed to stay perfectly positioned on the horse. She positioned the arrow in the bow and drew it as far back as she could, closed her eyes and whispered a spell then released the arrow to fly. Without delay, she drew another arrow, whispered the same spell, and let it fly as well.She flung the bow to the side and gripped the horse’s reins, taking control of the animal’s movements. Within seconds, Ryder and his team were within sight. Vixra smirked when she saw that Lyra had been knocked down to the ground, one of the arrows had pierced the horse she had been on, and the other arrow had struck Ryder in the shoulder, causing him to fall off his horse as well.“Do not let them escape!” she yelled out the c
The group traveled in silence with Lyra at the forefront, Ryder just tagging behind her, Borox and the rest of his men followed behind. They had ridden way past the city of Beor and were far away from the Erstonian castle so it was safe for them to just allow the horses to walk for a bit.The landscape was slowly changing the further they journeyed, the snow here was lesser, and from a distance, she could see mountains different from the ones she had been used to seeing in Erstonia, these had no snow covering them and nothing grew in the ground around them.“Fang Peek,” she whispered and felt a chill run down her spine. Fear engulfed her as the weight of what she had agreed to do rested on her heavily. In only a couple of hours, she would be dead, Ryder would head on back to Astaroth and life would continue for them just as normal.She thought of Xanth, the man was softer than Ryder, and a lot more understanding, and yes she would miss him dearly. The last time she had seen him was we