Radix laughed coldly. “Is this what you wanted Alpha? Oh, how I am terrified. You’ve certainly taught me a lesson I won’t soon forget.” He mocked. “The choice is yours though.” Laughing again he sobered abruptly. “I’d make you a trade. This Forever Knight for you.”
Deragan ceased breathing. I will do it.
There’s no choice.
I’ve trained Lucien to lead them.
Chavias morphed into a man. Small under the crushing weight of the Cimmerii tidal wave. Sarabi, Targue and Nonis. Despite his vulnerability, he reached up to tear the pendant from his neck. Twisting the chain in his hand.
His pendant. For summoning us.
Chavias launched to his feet, using surprising strength to throw many of the creatures off.
Nonis still pulled at his arms and legs, shredding his skin to the bone as he moved.
“No!” He roared. “Not for me, Alpha! Let me go.” Chavias’ roar as he threw the pendant high. His cry echoing
Hands falling, Bast gave his Alpha a torn look. “You wanted something, someone to protect them. To keep them from bloody death. You made your vow and you’ve fought like a lion. How many knights have we lost since you took it upon yourself?” “I don’t know.” Bast said brokenly. Trying to listen. But in so much pain the words make little sense right now. “Far less.” Deragan supplied. “You’re the Protector. The warrior that defends the warriors. Chavias gave his life for yours. For that. Don’t deny him the one thing he could offer us.” Deragan tossed a piece of glinting metal at Bast who reflexively caught it in an open fist. Knowing instantly it was Chavias’ pendant. “Why for me?” Bast cried. “For anyone else. He should’ve done it for anyone else!” “But he did it for you and I.” Deragan said firmly. “He saw things you can never hope to, Brother. Chavias was always wise. And he made a choice that was his
Pain flashed over her face and for a moment he regretted the question. Obviously, you have. Who? It made something tighten in his gut. Who had you missed so much your great pride had allowed you to dare speak the words? He couldn't even imagine a man. “Where did you go so long?” She asked in a weak voice. As if you cared. Don't feign now. “To help my brethren.” He said dully. “Is that always where you go?” “Yes.” He said simply. “There are more like you?” “Yes.” “You’re not giving much in way of answer.” She glared at him. “Perhaps not, but at least I answer.” He eyed her meaningfully. “And I’m honest.” More than I can say for you. She tugged her arm lightly and he released. “Go ahead and flee, Little Valkyrie.” “I don’t flee you, Lord Bodane.” She tossed over her shoulder acidly, as she walked away. Walking or running. Eithe
Peak Mountain, Black Mountains, Battling Border RADIX MALORUM “Go out, you have a mission." Radix told his fiercest Commander. "You will find where those, from the sky,” He added in a mocking tone. Disdain obvious. “Come through. Where they land. Follow the Knights. They’ll be drawn to the new souls, to protect them. If you wait, if you are patient…And if you trail them. One of them will lead you to the new generation.” Of Watchers. “What then?” “Then we will see if you and your kind can convert them for me. I will need their help in the battle to come.” Watchers become some of the most powerful of my Cimmerii. “And if cannot?” “Then, like the Fallen, they will die.” Radix looked a little worried at this. A horrible waste. But better than them landing in the hands of the Forever Knights. Though Radix's enemy was only
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country Elsabet wandered to the stairs as Sebastian dragged in a wiltry tree from Warlock Grove across the moor. She stepped near the banister and frowned down at him. Watching his progress. They’d spoke minimally since he’d returned from the battle and Rhyers had reprimanded her for not offering him comfort. They’d both been avoiding the other. I don’t know what to say to her. “What are you doing?” Her voice cut into his thoughts. “It’s nearly Christmas.” He straightened to remark. Her long look told him she’d no idea what this meant. Truly? “Are you being sincere, Little Harpie?” You don’t know? She blinked at him, passionlessly. “Come down here.” He invited. Perhaps get a little closer… Her lips tightened and she shook her head adamantly. Backing from the stairs to return to her chamber. He heard the door click.
She’s been my captive five years now. Sebastian mused as he heard Elsabet’s light step roaming the corridors. She’d discovered the many floors of WaterRose, the Flood Room below and the endless solars, parlors and decorated chambers above. She came to an abrupt halt. She senses me. He realized. When she spun about, he moved into the shadows to avoid her gaze. She glimpsed the silken black creature with yellow eyes moving along the dark side of the hall on silent paws. A far cry different than the tiny slithering thing she’d seen with him years ago. “What are you?” She squinted to see him creeping in the cracked door of Bast’s chamber on the second level. The torchlight seemed too bright to keep the creature in such dark shadows. Squinting hard, she saw the faintest outline of what looked to be feline vanishing past the door. Long tail disappearing inside. She shook her head. Stepping quietly to peer into the c
“What was that ruckus about?” Marcus Teverius asked. Me discomforting a beautiful woman. One who stared at my body like a next meal. One I’d like her to test. “My little ward.” Sebastian shucked his breeches again and slid back under the blanket, just as Teverius appeared in the doorway. “Taunting her again?” Always. “Every opportunity that arises.” He nodded. Shifting under the coverlet to get comfortable. It dawned on Tev that Bast was just now settling there. “Were you naked a moment ago?” Whenever possible. “I’m still naked.” “Uck!” Tev tossed up his hands and moved from the doorway. “We’ve talked about this. You always prop your chamber door when you should be closing it.” “It’s a mite stuffy.” Bast’s nose wrinkled in distaste. “Anyone can walk by…” “Don’t worry little brother. Someday you may be as big and strapping a lad, as I.” “
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country SEBASTIAN Snow had begun falling on Meadow Mountain. And with it came Sebastian. Dragging in a wiltry tree he’d cut down. Dusty white flakes fell softly with no wind to disturb them. Coating the land in a white haze. Frosting branches until they shimmered beneath a coating of chilled fur. The flowers ever in bloom in the valley around WaterRose remained the same under the icy coating suspending the petals. Sebastian smelled the bread Elengard was baking and saw candles were already brightening every window. He glimpsed the valkyrie at the end of the hall on the second level. Peering down to watch him drag it through the foyer. A silvery plait circling her crown and coming down over one violet-clad shoulder. He felt her penetrating gaze studying what he did. Every year she watches me. She’ll stand in the shadow of the stair dais and
WaterRose, Meadow Mountain, Grier Country (Six years after stars fell) SEBASTIAN Six years of checking on the little Watcher girls had passed. Six years of watching the eldest, a redhead, grow to the tiniest brunette infant only born a few months ago. Six years we’ve been guarding them. But tonight, Sebastian woke to a nightmare. Marcus Teverius’ torn screams ripped through his mind. Agonized shouting for help. The kind of broken call, I’ve rarely heard before. Bast ripped free from the furs covering him, willing clothes to materialize around his body as he took the stairs. Joining Elsabet at the foyer door, he shouted to the bridge tower. The drawbridge lowered. Thank you, Dimitrius. Bast’s heart was thrumming in his ears. A kind of sick dead filling his spirit that made him feel cold. Elsabet was mesmerized by the flash of white in the darkness. The