Losing ... find
Hiarn The stranger pulled into a stretch of woods yet more fixed, his hand ready to run the hilt of the sword to protect him and himself, his gaze focused on mass of shadows that had swallowed the creatures of the magician, forcing them to duels and removing them from the availability of their master.
had to be able to get to the wagons where they were locked the other prisoners, this would be the most critical part of his plan and DECT. A line of action would be appropriate to define more madness that plan, but it was the only chance they had.
Dect must have understood that groped for the first release of the young Riahna not have helped. The first thrust of his blade was in fact for the jailer who guarded the movement of Dalamor and child. While the creature of magic slumped in the snow and his blood stained the black in a steady trickle, the Lord had directed his gaze to the cage. "Far from the bars," he cried, and while retreating Runeel and niece, he placed the palm of his left hand on the clasp. The mechanism
snapped, lightning fast Dect jumped back into the fray, where Jagarax - discovered too soon what kind of spell was cast on the clearing and how he had misled his trust creatures - had already been dissolved half a dozen enemies.
the sorcerer's face seemed set in stone, his immobility he revealed his anger more than any speech.
Dect including still have a few moments, groped for the ranch. He must be able to liberate the Riahna and had only one occasion, whereas to monitor the prisoner and three more were in no creature would be further deceived.
Dect moved away from the cage, forcing the attacker to follow him again, clenching his teeth when his saber's wounded right arm. With repeated blows was able to get other precious moments for themselves and especially for the prisoners.
the corner of the eye, he saw Dalamor out of the cage floor and take the first available weapon, then rushing against one of the jailers who were trying to claw the girl's ankle. The dagger that dropped precision injured the left shoulder of the creature, allowing little to escape.
"Think of the boy," shouted a Dalamor. The next instant, a circle of creatures clung around him.
is in me that you are, boy. Only me ...
Tladis reached for the cold stone slab in front of him. Each by the hammer blow to record the names of Hiarn and his father had also affected his heart.
was not next to them, when they were killed when Greys had been sold to a slave trader. It was not with them.
He drew back to the touch on his shoulder and did not even turn around.
"Can I be alone?"
There was no answer, he found no face when he turned back. It was unconsciousness and was again engulfed in its mists wandered for days without being able to escape except for a few hours. In the brief interval of lucidity was barely aware of people who watched at his bedside, their care.
The infusions were administered by the sour taste, flames of fire in an already parched throat with fever. The entries were on top of her increasingly strained, particularly those of two women who often had to discuss, full tones of weariness and bitterness.
Somehow Tladis was grateful to those voices, clinging to them as if they were the only ones able to keep it anchored to reality.
had to get out of those clouds, he had to ask forgiveness of Hiarn and dad had to find and rescue the Greys. And those voices were a rock to hold on.
But soon ... too soon Tladis realized that to remain at the margin with reality becoming increasingly difficult. Now the voices inside her became more powerful, more insidious.
They do not help you find it Greys. They caging you in a lie, but to exploit them.
was increasingly difficult to fight, difficult and painful.
"We can not do anything else, Kerielle. The spell is bringing us the way. "
Laurienne approached the girl's bed. Being a healer who did not make it more vulnerable to certain news and Laurienne was still shaken by strong response to the latest dispatch.
In light of the disappearance of the twin Tladis to hope to save what remained Kerielle really just did not want to accept. For this would never have wanted her to be making the final outcome.
Kerielle Laurienne was destroyed and could not blame her. She was the first he wanted to forget what he had seen ten years earlier. Helping to save Kerielle yes, but at what price?
And now everything had to be repeated, to prevent this little girl was handed over to the darkness.
Laurienne buried his face in his hands, while his Master Healer came into the room.
She saw him approach the bed of the daughter of Runeel, put his hand on the rough source beaded with sweat. "You have to be strong, baby. In the next hours we will all be. "
After Aiseen, too. Why? Kerielle thought.
There was no time to get more questions. With a sigh, burdened by fear, he sat on the bed and shook hands with cold Tladis. If a girl
fifteen years or so had to face hell after you wake up - because Kerielle wanted to believe that it would be awakened - then you would be required to balance the energies of the Healer, as Laurienne had done for her.
Continued ...
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