Semua Bab The Lightblaser Saga: Rise Of The Mysterium Crusade : Bab 1 - Bab 9

      O N E Spectres in the ShadowsDruenn dragged his heavy feet and forced his eyes open, sleep deprivation was causing his eyes to shut automatically, leaving him to stumble and almost fall, the company of Reinhold had traveled through the night and were now marching through the Northern forests leading towards camp Swiftrunner, Druenn looked over his shoulder towards his friends noticing Emily and Rick kept their distance. Druenn saw Emily watching him but as soon as they made eye contact Emily dropped her eyes to the ground, “I’ve hurt them so badly, I never meant for any of this”.  

                                  THREE                              The Heart of a Hero  Drykator, Drago and Dontain arrived outside Reinhold, the large gates swinging freely from the hinges, smoke rose where the mess hall once stood. “By the Divine what’s happened here?” Dontain exclaimed, shock prominent in his voice.  Drykator dismounted Runner swiftly and drew his sword, Drago and Dontain hot on his tail, the three soldiers ventured int

                                                       FIVE                                                     The Wall Krona and Shreftwood slowed to a halt as they caught up with the group instantly noticing the problem at hand, there in front of them was a cascade of boulders ``crap

Krona turned and saw Warren stumble through the portal as it flashed out of existence, the rangers of Camp Swiftrunner instinctively shot up like meerkats as they noticed the exhausted heros of Divine Victory appear. Tyrion was the first to reach them, helping Shreftwood to his feet he shot a glance at his team “Get them up!” he called. Flynn and four other rangers quickly fell into a jog over to them helping them off the ground. Tyrion looked into Shreftwood’s eyes, a tear had broken through and streamed down his cheek, nothing needed to pass between the men, Tyrion just knew but needed confirmation of the dread that was coursing through him like a hot poker “Sir, What of Gravland and Lengolas…” his voice trailed off as Sheftwood dropped his head. He strode past without a word. Tyrion watched stunned. This is not not like Shreftwood, he's normally a calm and collected elf thought Tyrion. Gravland and Leng are gone, and Divine Victory is broken. Horror gripped him, he gazed back a