Merlin Agravaine Novels & Stories

The skeleton paused, shifting on its feet, neither attacking nor dropping its guard. “What did you say?” I whispered. The wind carried its scent to me, the smell of meat gone bad tangled with the sharp spice of an unfamiliar magic. I had thought that I had seen nightmare made real in Clareath’s court, but this… This would haunt my dreams, I was sure. “I know his maker,” Rivyn replied. “She is a friend of mine.” “Someone made this monster?” I was appalled. Rivyn laughed, stepping back to my side and returning his arm around me comfortingly. “Ecaeris is a necromancer. She would be my brother’s betrothed, were we of mankind. Their arrangement is more... informal, however.”

“I know, those eyes were undeniable proof. Merlin, after tomorrow the rest will be up to you.” Rainer awoke once more inside of the pink liquid chamber. His first sight being Merlin, who had his face pressed up against the chamber’s glass. He was dressed in pure white mage robes, with a hood over his head, he was just as tall as Rainer and was wearing a sword on his left waist. The red and gold scabbard caught Rainer’s eye, mainly the intricate wave-like design.