Last chance
The eyes of Hiarn and his father were being sought in the shadow of the wagon-cage, above which was slowly ticking dawn gray and snowy.
The muscles were numbed by the cold, but still attacked by the shock and grief brought by the sharp swing of the chariot. Drivers were given the exchange once before, checking the wheels and releasing the path from tree trunks and roots, more or less dangerous to the horses' feet.
"Promise me one thing, Hiarn. Do everything you can to stay with Greys, if they should leave together as long as ... "
After watching his cousin, who was succeeded after a long cry to close his eyes, nodded Hiarn, anger toward her father for what he had Tladis hidden to him and he was always there, like a boulder in the stomach, but fear for its future and that of all of them began to match it.
was taking them to the east and, judging by the non-existent breaks for the voyage which he had heard Jagarax and its creatures, the convoy would have marched at a fast pace. There were already
criminals are ready to buy? They would be divided?
"What do you want to do Griahan?" He asked in a whisper, glancing at the figures that surrounded the cage by walking on hard snow.
"No good ... just like me. Hiarn, you do not have any hesitation to flee with Greys Griahan ... and if we can crearvene the occasion. "
" I do not see how you can ... "Hiarn pointed with a nod of the head where the wagon had been Griahan closed and the roof of which had never been raised.
They were the cries of pain coming from that tank to haunt him until a few minutes before.
"Do not stop to deal with it. We have to do that, too important for you guys saved. Now listen to me. If you're free, try to return immediately to the palace. Kerelle may have led Tladis there ... "
" I did not think you fidassi her. "
" You're wrong. My anger against him will not go away easily, but the life of your Tladis and are too important, and when she agrees to defend, I know that his words are not empty.
Moreover, the Lord has only one type of magic that can counteract that of Jagarax and other sorcerers. Do you see the creatures that their dark magic has brought among us. "
" So does that mean not to get out alive. Kerielle is leagues away and cursed these wagons will travel without stopping. "
" exact analysis of your condition, boy, "said the voice of the witch, after his hand had put out a thin strip of cover on the right side of the car that was traveling behind them. "Stop."
The jolts of the wagon stopped between the neighing of horses. Jagarax down the path, almost hidden by the white blanket that had landed during the night. "I fear a very bleak future for you. The misfortunes and humiliations have greater reach, for those who have the intelligence to realize it. I can not allow witnesses to remain free of a plan that finally starts to hit. "
Jagarax approached their cage and felt Hiarn about to spit on him.
"Uncle ..." face to face with the wizard who looked upon her, Greys had the worst possible revivals.
"Do you want to do much more than turn away from Merridion" said Runeel instead, while trying to reassure her niece.
"also true. But do not feel too important. It was the young Riahna to give me some concern. La. .. chat we had made me realize it's overrated. "
" What did you do, you bastard? "
" No, Hiarn "
Before you know it, Hiarn was standing, unless a step by the sorcerer, the wooden bars challenged by hands that wanted to make something else.
"Your boyfriend really needs a lesson, Dalamor. Maybe it will scream lesson to you. Take him out. "
" Noo! "The screams of Runeel covered unnecessarily subsequent orders of the sorcerer, who stepped back only because two of his servants could do so.
"Hiarn"
"Stay with the dear granddaughter, Dalamor" advised Jagarax fun while Hiarn was dragged down from the cart and carried up into the trunk of a huge larch. "Help her to deal with the show."
"The spirits curse you, Jagarax "
Jagarax seemed sincerely amused. "Save your breath, General. They've already done. I was born with a curse, to tell the truth. "
He nodded toward his creatures, which hit the side Hiarn and full stomach.
bent over, the boy could not resist the next time you close by which was hoisted against the rough trunk, arms outstretched and together.
Jagarax was finally released from the cart, but Griahan he could not move a muscle to lift your head and try to see outside. Everything was plunged into darkness again.
The latest attempt to use magic had failed, leaving Griahan forces with barely enough to breathe. Now he knew that the witch's spell could dominate and, even worse, knew which branch of magic attingesse to accomplish them.
Jagarax had prevailed upon him with the magic only after ensuring that the blows inflicted by the creatures in his service had sapped the stamina, precluding any possibility of the victim summon spells effective defense.
When even the head of Griahan seemed to implode, when every breath was agony became physical and mental, were then questions began. The only satisfaction that Griahan was still capable of retaining those moments came from knowing that he had not revealed what Jagarax which he yearned. It was a poor satisfaction was the least sure that he owned, besides that of being destined to die.
had not been able to understand the orders given by the sorcerer, once fell from the wagon - he remained for words, sounds distant and increasingly indistinguishable - but felt that Jagarax would not have sold to a vendor. A Riahna alive was always too dangerous for young and assaulted by the worst dark spells. It was not yet time, but Griahan knew he would be given the order to kill him.
Trying to keep crumbs of hope for at least Runeel uncle and the boys, Griahan faced a new spasm of pain, decided to rise at least enough to support your back to a wall of the wagon. He had groped again, was trying to get a mental message to the palace, or the Academy where he had studied.
took a deep breath, ignored the sharp pain in my chest that threatened to break his concentration in the bud and stretched his mind. A myriad of thoughts
broken responded to his presence. Confusion, loss, grief. For a moment he thought he had failed to receive only the wave of emotions reflected by his ego, a merciless description of its last vestiges of power. Then, he realized that the situation was far worse.
try again! - Prevailed.
He wiped sweat from his forehead, feeling mingle with streams of blood. He tried to regain strength and again he heard her fall, when the screams went out of his prison.
attempt to address quell'acre flavor that had his own saliva, trying one last time to break free from the grip with which kept him safe, Hiarn barely had time to see Jagarax stretch his arm towards the branch above him, before hearing a rough rope wrists against the branch.
kicked and screamed, snarling with rage against the servants of the sorcerer, unable to do anything to keep them away from him. The first cut opened on his back, tearing his shirt and ripping out a scream that was swallowed by the cold and hostile morning light. The laughter of the torturers
exploded around him, past the tears and the curses of the Greys His father, now held by two of the jailers. The laughter rose, rose, becoming no less powerful than those lashes Jagarax continued to play with magic, leading to the border of consciousness and keeping it pegged to the pain.
He could not say how long he spent at the mercy of that pain, he heard only screams, barely acknowledging what he had to issue. Her skin burned unabated, or rather the exacerbation of pain with each breath, but did not reach more frustrated.
Yet there were other screams. They were not his.
Someone broke the cords that bound him Hiarn hanging tree and found himself on the floor, wrists in flames as the joints. He escaped with his face to the cold touch of snow, but found he could not distinguish any of the figures that were woven clouded over him.
rough and calloused hands suddenly grabbed him and dragged him somewhere.
"About ..."
"Silence!" Ordered a strange voice. "We have only one chance to deceive."
Continued ...
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