Chapter 6 The Way of the Spirits
The prisoner closed his eyes.
After questioning under the guards of King Astermil, was proving more difficult than expected to retrieve the required concentration. What
perceived that beyond the barriers erected by Riahna , however, absolutely worth the effort.
He ignored the bowl of food brought by the warden - the fast would facilitate the flow of the trance - but it took almost all the water.
His last lucid, before letting go in search of the thread of magic, was that the guards were just stupid. Sure, they felt too safe. They believed that the spell woven by Riahna who had recently completed their training could control the power of sorcerers like them?
had been caught, this was true - Uriordin was not happy to discover one of the wizards on whose shoulders the prophecy would come true - but this would have meant their end, much less peace to the kingdom of Astermil.
Focus! , came.
tried on the cold floor of the cell the most comfortable position, the other senses gradually isolated from external reality - hearing ... the smell ... the taste of iron that had been stagnant and forced to drink - and was ready to place themselves at presence of spirits.
If they had been magnanimous, his imprisonment and his companions could have been even less than expected.
felt anxious to show them new ways, new networks of thoughts. New lives that would serve their cause, that they wanted to or not. When
the two guards entered his cell, to prepare him for further questioning, they found her unconscious body. His mind, however, make new plans and new victories, goals that would bring personal satisfaction to him.
control over others' lives, to catch small glimpses of light, like fireflies in a fist.
Continued ...
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