Storm abnormal
The storm was turning into a storm, the temperature dropped sharply, from one moment to another.
Hiarn proceeded with increasing fatigue, squinting to be able to see beyond the gusts of wind and rain, the horse Kerielle, trying to convince himself that everything would be fine.
Tladis would get well, whatever magic had been woven about her.
did not know why this had happened, but it was pretty clear by now that his family had never been a worry of artisans and peasants, but a lie after another had sunk quite a different truth.
His mother had been a member of the Endless, that Order Tladis for him and so mysterious, that distant reality on which they built fantasies of children.
had always believed that her mother had died after a long illness contracted during the wars that had almost decimated the kingdom, as well as the royal family.
"Hiarn ..."
The boy turned to the side of the wagon, from which emerged the little head of Greys.
"Tladis heal, right?"
"Of course he will recover, wren." Stroked his cheek. "Get down, get in a little while,"
"Hiarn, jump on the bandwagon and cover!"
The cry of the father arrived at the beginning confused between whistling wind, finding Runeel other side of the wagon. "
" Dov 'is Griahan? "She could not see it.
"Hiarn! Greys Stay with me, "said in response to the voice of Riahna.
Hiarn was the last thing I could hear, before the whistle around him able to reach a peak of almost deaf.
Hiarn clung to the side of the car and managed to climb. Greys and fell in his arms, terrified.
"Uncle, think tank," he heard screaming from Griahan.
The drops of rain had turned to beads of ice. Most did not come only from heaven, but from every direction, is restricted in the vortices around them as the coils of a serpent.
There was nothing natural about this.
The feeling was becoming clearer each moment that passed, a feeling that Kerielle could no longer ignore, when he realized that the wagon had broken away from their usual. Was swallowed by vortices of hail. It was no longer visible, even using the senses that magic could provide.
"Dect" shouted against the wind, turning the horse back to shorter distances.
There was no time to explain. The light exploded in the bend of the path they had left behind, now only partially visible. But that light was unmistakable.
"I'm going to help me," cried DECT. He nodded to his squire, who nodded.
"He know the shortcut I mentioned. Bring the girl! "
" No, Dect ... "
" You! "
Kerielle cemented the hold on the reins and prepared to follow the squire, who had left the horse Dect.
Moments later, the figure of man had already disappeared behind a rocky outcrop.
Kerielle instinctively took up the sword, now prepared for anything. The shortcut
forced the animals to use all their energy reserves, but proved to be the right choice, able to take them as quickly as possible to cross the northern gate of the Square, where there was the palace of King Astermil secondary.
sign that the storm ice had met all the trappings of a spell, one of the few houses and inns Kerielle and its new leader did not find any trace. There seemed to be always just rained.
"Ma'am, you go. I'll take care of the horses. "
Kerielle thanked the squire of DECT. Maybe later there was the time to know each other better.
A figure came out quietly from the stables of the palace and helped bring down Tladis the saddle. It had to be a healer or a student, judging by his actions comfortable and quiet. Kerielle was able to put the health of the girl in the best hands that you could hope for. Unfortunately, this did not guarantee the dissolution of the spell to his injury.
All he knew terribly already lived, thought I remember one day many years ago, as he followed the healer bringing in the arms of her daughter Aiseen.
Everything smelled of horrible joke.
Continued ...
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