Eternity and the memory
Uriordin The Healer was not looking, his eyes were on Tladis daughter, so fragile and helpless, the captive mind of the presence of the magician as well as the body was prolonged unconsciousness. Liran
the healer tried to instill confidence, waiting to be able to make her feel his presence, to be really close to release.
Uriordin had increased his power and now more and more gripped the yoke. Liran
hid behind a mask of indifference to their concerns. His hypotheses about the kind of spell cast on Tladis were coming true one after the other.
The allotted time was running out, as permitted by its energies more affordable and reserves that allowed by the magic of that experience and the technique's guaranteed to tear the old.
His release from the evil spell was hampered by the fact that the girl did not know many, many things. And Uriordin would build on this.
"You can not avenge your brother and your father, girl. You can not leave the little Greys, if you lose time to listen to them. "
" It is you who is threatening, you have to believe. "
shots Tladis eyes staring at him, the horror of the curse was working both on his body that on his young mind. Maybe kept him in a small desire to believe, but the words that Uriordin continued to whisper to his ears were poison.
Uriordin had always been ruthlessly clever with words.
"Pathetic attempt old! "The Healer
ignored him and headed up all Tladis. "Come with me, Tladis. You can escape it if you want. "
" This is the point. Maybe he does not want, after you have spilled the blood of his family at the service of your power games. It happens to those who have the misfortune to cross your path. Poor little, if only I could hear what they say you are, how they are deciding your life, all gathered in the room where he lay your body ... pretending to want your own good. "
The girl struggled in vain to escape him, pleading with him look to be helped. The nausea went back to his stomach. She had the smell of the man who clung, had the flavor of slime in the mouth.
"They want to play, baby ..." the voice whispered in his ear, "accontentiamoli."
The blade flashed in the hands of the necromancer, under the single thin ray of dim light, before sinking into the side of his hostage.
The two crossed figure striding down the hall, indifferent to the pools of mud and snow that brought with them. The servants and the students looked at them with disappointment, but merely show them the direction, with brief notes on the head.
wrapped in their dark coats, now for the hard frost, Kirlmah and his companion stopped in front of the last closed door on the right side of the corridor. "It could be too late. "Said the old storyteller. "You have to be prepared, Lord."
The other nodded, catching his breath and with it the whole self of which he was capable. She knew that going in that room would cost a lot, on many fronts, but could not do otherwise. When
Kirlmah turned the handle, the poignant smell of sickness hit their nostrils. Before he could untie the housing from the side of his sword, a knife frosty raised his chin.
"We're happy to see you," croaked the old man.
In response, the eye of Dect Kerielle him and glared at the height of anger;
For its part, The Lord does not seem worried at all. The clash with Jagarax had drained all his energy and even after his time in trying to regain his strength, things were better. The old bard
closed the door, without taking his eyes from the bed where the Healer led a desperate fight for him and incomprehensible. He left behind two Eternals, the assumption that their struggle would continue for a long glances, and she went to the bedside of the girl.
"I do not want to let go?" Asked Laurienne.
The woman shook her head. "My master is ready the spell more extreme, to free her from the curse of Uriordin."
"the sentence decided by the necromancer ... I do not help to get rid of his control?"
Laurienne shook his head. "His powers have gone beyond the physical condition of the body. The scholars are carrying out research on the type of demon that now Urirdin Jagarax and serve."
The old man sat on a stool creaking at the foot of the bed. Calo cap with trembling hands, and bushy eyebrows are arched up straight, dark eyes, shining with vitality and incredibly young. The anger that people like the necromancer Uriordin stirred in him would have revived the look of a dying man. "Let's be honest, girl. My brother has always had big doses of optimism to sustain it. But time passes too for him to win ... and a curse like this ... "Only after a moment of rapt silence, however, Kirlmah seemed to grasp the full meaning of the words of Laurienne. "I was convinced to become part of the spell of Change? It must be even more crazy than I suspected. "
The young healer shook Kerielle look at, then sighed.
"will not be easy, I know" Then the Lord intervened. "If the change will be the only solution, I will support him in that aspect of the spell."
"Kerielle, no!" Dect squeezed shoulder to force her to watch it. The woman made a step forward instead to the storyteller, who studied in depth, brown eyes narrow slit.
The room had become unbearably hot, although the flames were nearly extinguished in the fireplace.
"It's pure madness," said Kirlmah instead. "Kerielle, I know that is not coming from you, but from my brother. We have to think this crazy, instead of supporting him. "
" It does not do with irresponsibility, "the warrior firmly secured. "He knows exactly what to bring. And I know myself. "
" Do not do it, Kerielle. There are things you need to know. "
DECT, the daughter of Aiseen entered the plan Uriordin also because of me ... Especially, now it's time to discuss if we want to help her. Want to help too, or there would have given the horse to bring it to safety. "
" Why do you do, really? It 'a decision that you renew every day. You know how much it will cost, especially in Loei. "
" It will cost more unhappiness Uriordin which wants to condemn, DECT. You know what I mean to be a slave girl of that bastard. He has already lost his entire family. "
" Not all, Kerielle "said the Lord. "And if you wanted to hear ..."
It was then that the body of Tladis jumped on the bed. A spot dark red dilated on the right side, purple blankets. The Healer
emerged from trance chased into his nightmare, and squeezed firmly as the already fragile hand cradled in her. The pupils of Tladis tumbled behind the eyelids, witnessing the worsening of his condition. Now the girl panted, each breath brought her closer to the agony. While
dabbed the cut on the side with a gauze, the Healer found himself surrounded by others in the room.
"Must have a couple of broken ribs," he hastened to assess your student Laurienne, examining the cut.
"In addition to the risk of being bled. Master ... "
"We can not wait any longer," nodded the man of medicine.
Laurienne took on the task of monitoring the emergency medication, while the young warrior his friend knelt on the ground to the other side of the bed, taking the other girl's hand.
"Apparently, the Eternal, now you demonstrate how your firm intension to help."
addition to the voice of his brother, he distinctly heard cursing in the background, the Eternal ignored. Liran
the Healer stared at her, wondering if it was quite prepared to help in this desperate attempt.
"You can not go back, you can not leave in the middle of Change. "
" Change will host its "firm Kerielle nodded, turning his back on all of DECT, not to be forced to see the expression of tense disagreement painted on his face.
Continued ...
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