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Authors: Glen Johnson
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All I need is a location.
“Speak,” Vorr muttered.
“Lord,” Gob said, “there has been a slight problem.” Gob took a step back. He had seen the way Vorr smacked around Slis and Qwat and he didn’t want to become a replacement punch-bag.
“Problem?”
Just what I need, another problem.
“The battalion of dragons and griffins that have been patrolling the area around New Babel has sent disturbing news.”
Vorr sat up higher in his seat. “Well, spit it out!”
“The Order of Sanctums army has been railed, thousands are preparing to march from the main city of New Babel.”
At last, they are going to obtain the Spell.
Vorr stood and started pacing. “Send word, get the army divisions back here.”
This is it. I will follow them and surround them. Once they have the Stone Tablet we will crush them all and take it from their dead, cold hands .
*
“Hmmm, it would seem the humans are not as clever as we first thought. Surely they wouldn’t send an army after the Spell ? A small group would be more suitable. In and out. No fus s or bother, or unwanted attention.” Vrocos said to one of his lieutenants , as they stood in the shadows to one side of the throne .
The lieutenant simply nodded ; is wasn’t his job to comment, just listen.
“Go get some rest. As soon as it is dark we will fly to New Babel and check this out ourselves. Collect two others to take with us... Mort and Vlad will do. Have them ready at sundown.”
Chapter Eight een MORE QUESTIONS
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he small group had been walking for over an hour. Minika walked like a zombie, constantly tripping, as if she had been mentally warn down.
She used too much magic, Pramos thought. We need to find somewhere to rest.
Droncin had his arm around Leinthren, supporting the elf’s bad leg. It had swelled right up.
It doesn’t look broken. But then, they are so skinny and weak bone d . It could be shattered?
The dwarf thought to himself.
“Over there,” Promos announced. He was pointing to a cliff face that had a small opening.
We need to recuperate. I need answers from Minika. What was she on about when she said the magic hasn’t been used in thousands of years?
The sun pounded down; t he heat was stifling. The light warm breeze did nothing to alleviate the heat, all it achieved was send sand blowing in their eyes and mouth s .
“Lower your head,” Promos stated as Minika walked into the cave. She ambled over and dropped down into a dark corner.
Droncin helped the elf over and lowered him down onto his blanket, that he had removed from his pack.
Even in his condition he won’t sit on the dirty ground, the dwarf mused.
As soon as the elf was as comfy as h e could get with a swollen leg, Droncin spun around to the magus.
“What was all that about? What were they? Who sent them?” A minute passed. “Well?”
Minika slowly raised her head. “They shouldn’t exist,” she muttered. She then lean ed against the wall and closed her eyes .
“I’m speaking to you!” The dwarf stated gruffly.
“She needs to rest, to r egain her strength. The magic she unleashed has taking its toll. Her body has gone into some kind of healing trace.” Pramos s aid as he brushed a strand of hair out of her eyes, over her ear.
“Pfft!” Droncin muttered.
“We wouldn’t be here now if it wasn’t for her,” the elf chimed in. “I don’t think even your gleaming axe has an effect against stone.” The elf’s eyebrows raised, waiting for a reply.
“I would have been fine.” He stomped over to an empty corner and plunked himself down. “I would’ve separated a few heads from their shoulders.”
“Separated a few legs at the knees more like,” Leinthren muttered.
“What did you say, elf?”
“Stop bickering !” Pramos walked over to Leinthren to check on his leg. “This isn’t helping anyone.” He started to wrap a bandage around the swelling, after washing it down with tepid water. “Minika will heal this when she has regained her strength.”
“And answered my questions,” the dwarf stated. He was rubbing his blade with an oiled cloth.
Hopefully she can answer your questions , Pramos thought. He had only known Minika properly for a few days, but he didn’t like the look on her face after the stone creatures had attacked. She was always so confident , so resolute in her beliefs and actions. But the look on her face was complete disbelief and confusion, as if her world had been turned upside down.
He looked across towards her while she slept. She no longer looked powerful and confident , now s he simply looked like a small, scared seventeen year old girl .
A sound started to rumble from outside. It was a low vibration that gradually got louder and louder, until the vibrations made small stone and grit on the caves floor bounce up into the air.
Both Pramos and Droncin we re on their feet within a heart beat.
Outside, heading in their general direction was a huge cloud of heaven reaching dust .
“What the...?” Pramos said .
“Is it the demons?” Droncin questioned .
“Hopefully the Council of Seven have sent more to help Minika.” The elf stated as he rubbed his aching leg.
All they could do is wait.
The problem is , by the time the army was close enough to identify, it would be too late for us to make a run for it, Pramos thought. He looked at Minika. Not that we have a choice, we can’t carry her and Leinthren, we would be sitting ducks.
*
Slis and Qwat were sat silently on top the cliff where the other four were taking shelter. They sat under a twisted, gnarled tree, with no leaves that gave scant protection from the baking sun.
They had walked past the remains of the stone golems and were confused as to what they could be. Neither had ever seen anything like it before.
They just wished they had one of the communication blobs to be able to talk with Vorr. Surely he would know? He was king. He knew everything.
All they could do is wait and continue following the small group as they headed towards the city of Keep Safe. At the city the collection of harassing demons outside would have a blob, so they would be able to update Vorr about what was happening.
Qwat felt it first. The ground was vibrating under his feet.
Slis uncurled himself and slivered over to see what the fuss was about.
Now they stood by the cliffs edge they could see the vast cloud of kicked up dust. It was a vast line stretching across the distant horizon .
Has Vorr asked the Nephilim for their help? Surely not , Slis thought .
They were the only creatures who didn’t see Vorr as their leader. Massive beings as tall as forty foot. Slis had heard Vorr talking with Gob, trying to get the Nephilim on their side. Vorr had offered them all kinds of things to sway them over. But to no avail.
They have just as much to lose as we do. They will be sent back as well, Slis thought. Maybe they have seen sense?
From their elevated position they could now see the creatures that were kicking up the dust cloud as they came into view . It was n’t the Nephilim, as he first thought, rather , i t was more of those stone golems; thousands of them .
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To be continued...
(Part II will be released in 2013)
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