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The Wizard's Prey

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
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