Xanth stood by the window and watched as the last embers of the fire bowl out in the courtyard died down. The whole castle was silent, save for the howling wind which came in every now and then, and the occasional neighing of the horses in the shed. The last guard to patrol the courtyard had passed well over an hour ago, so Xanth concluded that they had retired for the night.“We are in the clear Syrana,” he said to her, still standing cautiously by the window and looking over everything in case he had missed something. He hadn’t. He moved aside as she walked up to the window.She looked out onto the courtyard as she grabbed the window bars with each hand, then she closed her eyes as she began to whisper softly. Underneath her palms glowed where she held the iron bars and the white energy sipped from her fingers and beneath her palms, it flowed into the iron bars, wrapping around them and growing until the iron bars had been completely illuminated by the white energy, and then slowly,
He had called this place Erstonia and had explained that it was the only kingdom to have survived the bitter cold of the north, but as they walked through the cold and empty streets of the city, she wondered if this was what he had meant by “survived”.The place was deserted, cold, quiet, having no sign of life and it sent chills up her spine, causing the hairs on her body to stand on their ends as goose bumps spread across her arms and legs.“People live here,” he suddenly said like he had been reading her mind. “They just stay indoors most of the time where it is warmer.”“It doesn’t seem like anywhere could be warm enough in this kingdom,” Lyra said honestly.“Then you should see the castle, that would help change the way you see things around here.”It was a long walk to the castle but Lyra didn’t feel tired at all. She could not help but feel like the kingdom was a small one if they could walk from the city’s outskirts to the castle in mere minutes.“How large is the kingdom?”“Y
They journeyed slowly, much too slow and they could be camped in one spot for days. They were a day’s journey from Kilead, positioned on the outskirts of a small village known as Elon, still within the kingdom of Astaroth, and about a week’s journey away from Fang Peek. A week if they continued moving at this pace.But then it could be longer.The men had set up camp and had been here for three days now, food was not a problem as the warriors knew how to hunt and there was a stream not too far from the camp for water. They all seemed unbothered as if the aim of the journey they had embarked on was a mere visit to Fang Peek. As if they were not aware of the god of death trapped beneath and about to break free of his prison.But one person worried, as she had been having some strange dreams and visions lately, something she had stopped having a very long time ago. In the visions, she saw untold horrors, but every morning she would wake in the general’s arms and her fears would fade away
Ryder led the group as their horses came to a stop in front of the city, tucked away by the mountains and buried in the snow.“We cannot go in there, Ryder,” Borox said to him, his horse bobbed its head continuously, unable to keep still. “That is the city of Beor, within it is the Erstonian castle where the witch and the wizard live.”Ryder took a long look at the city. “I am yet to see a place where I cannot get into, even if I am not allowed or invited,” he said and urged his horse forward into the city. “I will see what this witch and wizard has to say to that.”The city was cold, desolate, and quiet. It bothered Borox and his group of men but it didn’t seem to faze Ryder as he rode on with determination. He could sense that they were not alone and that they were being watched, but they were not being attacked. At least not yet.“Be on your guard,” he said to the men behind him. “We are not alone out here.”* * * * * * *Royn pushed the large doors open and rushed into
“Vixra tells me we are to leave for Dragonsbane?” she asked Pythias as he stepped into the room that had been assigned to her. She had been provided a red dress, boots, and a black cloak, it had fit like it had been made for her. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she admired it.“I should thank the queen for the clothes,” she added, speaking mostly to herself than to the wizard who stared at her through the mirror.“You do not seem pleased,” he said.“I am, ecstatic even!” she beamed and turned around to face him. “But you had said I wouldn’t be able to leave for another week or so, because of Ryder.”“Well, things happen and plans change. Ryder was here yesterday looking for you.”Her smile faded. “He came here? How would he know to come here?”“He is a desperate man and desperate men do desperate things.”She could feel her heart beating rapidly. “Does he know I am here?”Pythias shook his head. “No, but we have to leave now.” he tapped his staff on the floor once. “Are
She shook her head, not wanting to believe it. “No, I don’t…”“If Ryder were to sacrifice you to that god, it would quiet the rumbling and quakes for another six hundred years,” he said to her. She pulled on the reins of her horse and eased it to a stop just a few feet away from Pythias’ horse.“The quakes are caused by this Osyron?”“And he is not dead, Lyra, he is very much alive. Just trapped by the blood of Khione women sacrificed in the years before.”“But what would happen if Osyron were to be set free? Would that not spell doom on Astaroth? He would seek vengeance!”“I am a worshiper and believer of Osyron, and it is my duty to see him rise again, so I cannot let the sacrifice happen.”“That is why you have taken me, that is why I have come to you. For protection, to be kept away from Ryder and the sacrifice.”“Yes, but it seems that is not enough anymore,” he said with a sigh.She fidgeted. “What do you mean?”He looked her straight in the eye and responded. “I know Ryder, of
He knew Lyra could not have gotten very far on her own, though she was Khione, she was an inexperienced one, and the only magic she could do was the healing magic, she had not even mastered the ability to summon and control fire.She was still within Erstonia, that much he knew, but where?Somehow, something about the Erstonian castle worried him. He had the ability to pinpoint Lyra’s exact location but he could not, it could have been because she was not in the castle but he knew that was not it, because while in that very room with the queen and Pythias, he could not sense them even though he could see them. He knew his senses had been blocked.Blocked to keep him from locating a certain someone. He just had not realized it then.“Every female that is not a citizen of Erstonia, with white or silver hair should be killed on the spot, and I want her body brought back here to me.” - He knew the wizard had said that to throw him off, Lyra was already in the castle before he came, Pythia
“It’s been a day,” Iris spoke out. The blizzard was gone now but the snow still fell somewhat heavy so the horses could not run in the deep pile up of snow.“Fang Peek is not a stone’s throw from Erstonia,” Xanth replied to her from the front of the line where he led the group. He turned slightly to face her. “You should know this.”She rolled her eyes at him, wondering how it had come to be that she would be taking orders from him, even when Ryder was here, she still did as she pleased.“Plus there are tons of snow covering the ground, the horses can only go so fast.” Kye chipped in. “But it is time-wasting.”“If any one of you has a flying contraption you can pull out of your pocket, I would absolutely love the change of style right about now,” Xanth replied, he was already getting impatient with those two.“You don’t have to be sarcastic about it,” Kye said and rolled his eyes. “Our complaints are completely justifiable.”“Our?” Xanth asked and turned to face Kye and Iris. “Our? An