Past
"She was not for the life of the village, nor for that field. We had the same past behind, the same battles fought for the royal family could have a chance, could arise because we believed in the future ... "The voice hoarse Runeel vibrating, throbbing with bitterness that he had never suspected Tladis possible, or that perhaps she and Hiarn had not been able to see in all those years?
There was anger against their mother? It was to conceal this anger that he had never wanted to answer their questions?
"So you were a warrior too?" Tladis asked confused.
"You said that our mother was studying the texts ..." The tone of Hiarn sounded rather harsh. "You too? You were both members of this ... Order of the Endless?"
"She, she alone. The Order of which I was part does not use any spells in battles. In some campaigns, however, The Magic began to be needed again, when appeared as magicians who were arrested last week ... "Dalamor explained, pointing to the exterior of the house." Wizards of which had begun to use the enemy. "
The dark figure, bent over the grate of the cage, returned to the reappearance of mind Tladis, who shuddered. A cold
interior had little to do with the night air, much to do with his eyes fixed on her felt. A clink of chains redundancy in his mind, sinking into an abyss.
"Excuse me ... Excuse me" had barely time to mutter, before you run out, hoping that the bitter cold make her feel better. He found himself doubled over, arms to gird your stomach aching, my head on fire. It was like a slimy snake in it, hear it back to the mouth. A blood-red snake.
He was not going as he had hoped at first.
The hot liquid iron and stained the first steps carved into the rock.
Tladis felt just back off, he heard the outer wall of the house behind her back. Slipped close to the wall, a moment before her father off the ground. He put a hand on her forehead, dripping with sweat, going back inside and closing the door.
The passage was narrow, too tight. The mother's voice could no longer reach it and be near her. Tladis was afraid.
"It 's proof that you have to go, my dear. I can only expect here at the end of everything. "
A strong, warm hand rested on his shoulder.
"You can not come, Hiarn. It 'something that I do alone "was told, the voice that filled the cold, damp cave where they were, coming out with a confidence that did not belong at all. Yet it was his voice to speak and his brother seemed just a bit 'away, hurt by those words.
"Do not go, Tladis."
She took two steps forward, evading her touch, penetrating further into the tunnel. He had to. The answers were in front of her, beyond that narrow passage, in a place that was unknown, but in which sense the presence of the mother. Answers.
"I ..." she murmured.
And everything sank into darkness.
"What is happening?"
Hiarn tried in vain to overcome the barrier created by his father, who did not want him seeing Tladis in those conditions, but not before Griahan had tried at least what was in his power.
The bell of the village around the night sky on his alarm. The
Riahna looked up, heavy with fatigue, even as the center of the village came the first screams. Only now, the fourth spell tried, he had seen improvements in the conditions of Tladis. He had to insist, Frost was to blame. Eyes wide open on the vacuum, those tremors that became increasingly violent spasms.
alarm or not, he would have to stay close to keep her away from that lethal embrace
Continued ...
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