Free URIEL: The Price (The Airel Saga, Book 6) (Young Adult Paranormal Romance) by Aaron Patterson, Chris White
Authors: Aaron Patterson, Chris White
seas welled up from below and permeated the battlefield, destroying most of the enemy’s main force and giving the monsters of the sea great advantage.
Qiel had learned and done much since that day in the tower, when he first discovered his affinity for water and its power. He discovered a kinship with sea beasts; he was able to control Leviathan with his mind. He could summon the floods from below and make the skies precipitate.
And he had learned he was desperate. While he harbored animosity for his mother because of her failure to protect him, both from outside forces as well as himself, he would do anything to find her and free her.
Desperate things.
Even things with little hope of success.
Like breaking the Brotherhood from the inside.
In the forest below, men drowned in a tidal wave he produced with his mind. Water twisted around him like the arms of an octopus as he grabbed demons out of the air and tore them in half. Others he slapped to the ground, sending daggers of frozen seawater deep into their flesh. His control over the element was incredible even to himself. Somehow the water knew what he wanted, and it responded with total obedience.
But one last foe remained to Qiel.
Anael.
He hovered over the city wreathed in red lightning, striking out at any, man or angel, who dared to venture through the streets. Qiel could feel the earth tremble beneath him, and it caused him to dread. If his mother was dead, he feared what he would do. Pray, Anael, for your sake that she lives.
There remained to him yet one more way to wage war against this enemy. Precipitation. As Qiel thought it, the rains began and heavy hailstones fell. At first, they were light and spitting, but it soon augmented into a monsoon, drenching and pelting everything in the valley. Anael raged on in the sky, striking out against the innocents below him with bursts of lightning one after another.
Qiel did not understand with his reason why in order to seal the victory he needed to force Anael to touch the earth, but he knew it nevertheless. He sensed by instinct that it was not enough that Anael was now soaked. Bring him to ground was all he could think, so he did.
From the middle of the sky directly over Anael’s head, Qiel caused the rains to intensify, and under this waterfall Anael became completely submerged and began to fall. Qiel could feel how he was suffocating within it, and it made him smile.
The force of the waterfall’s weight carried the traitor down and down, closer to the earth. Anael hovered a few handbreadths above the ground, the waterfall crashing over him. Then with a cracking peal of thunder, a thick red arc of lightning surged from the ground, through the gathering waters, and into Anael.
He fell, quiet and motionless.
Qiel allowed the waters to subside.
Pinning him down with daggers of ice, Qiel drew near. Anael’s arms and feet were bleeding, turning the water puddled around him to red. The ice daggers stuck out of his flesh like huge nails. “You took my mother,” Qiel said. “Where is she? Does she live?”
Anael coughed up blood and laughed. “She is your mother no more, my son. She now belongs to the Bloodstone.”
Qiel did not understand what the old man was saying. “Shut your mouth. You turned me into this monster. You activated these powers. Now you shall reap your just reward.” When Qiel raised his hands to strike, Anael lifted his hands and smiled, and Qiel hesitated, thinking. Mother only ever told me the smallest bits and pieces about what we both truly are. He was hungry to know the nature of the blood that now ran in his veins.
Anael gurgled. It was a laugh. “He hesitates. But why?”
Qiel growled. “Why does a young man seek a sage, old man?”
Anael sneered. “Answers. You hunger for an answer to the riddle of what you are. Oh, what’s to become of me?” he mocked. “Come close, my son. I have the answers—I can tell you everything you want to know.”
“What price? Your
Qiel had learned and done much since that day in the tower, when he first discovered his affinity for water and its power. He discovered a kinship with sea beasts; he was able to control Leviathan with his mind. He could summon the floods from below and make the skies precipitate.
And he had learned he was desperate. While he harbored animosity for his mother because of her failure to protect him, both from outside forces as well as himself, he would do anything to find her and free her.
Desperate things.
Even things with little hope of success.
Like breaking the Brotherhood from the inside.
In the forest below, men drowned in a tidal wave he produced with his mind. Water twisted around him like the arms of an octopus as he grabbed demons out of the air and tore them in half. Others he slapped to the ground, sending daggers of frozen seawater deep into their flesh. His control over the element was incredible even to himself. Somehow the water knew what he wanted, and it responded with total obedience.
But one last foe remained to Qiel.
Anael.
He hovered over the city wreathed in red lightning, striking out at any, man or angel, who dared to venture through the streets. Qiel could feel the earth tremble beneath him, and it caused him to dread. If his mother was dead, he feared what he would do. Pray, Anael, for your sake that she lives.
There remained to him yet one more way to wage war against this enemy. Precipitation. As Qiel thought it, the rains began and heavy hailstones fell. At first, they were light and spitting, but it soon augmented into a monsoon, drenching and pelting everything in the valley. Anael raged on in the sky, striking out against the innocents below him with bursts of lightning one after another.
Qiel did not understand with his reason why in order to seal the victory he needed to force Anael to touch the earth, but he knew it nevertheless. He sensed by instinct that it was not enough that Anael was now soaked. Bring him to ground was all he could think, so he did.
From the middle of the sky directly over Anael’s head, Qiel caused the rains to intensify, and under this waterfall Anael became completely submerged and began to fall. Qiel could feel how he was suffocating within it, and it made him smile.
The force of the waterfall’s weight carried the traitor down and down, closer to the earth. Anael hovered a few handbreadths above the ground, the waterfall crashing over him. Then with a cracking peal of thunder, a thick red arc of lightning surged from the ground, through the gathering waters, and into Anael.
He fell, quiet and motionless.
Qiel allowed the waters to subside.
Pinning him down with daggers of ice, Qiel drew near. Anael’s arms and feet were bleeding, turning the water puddled around him to red. The ice daggers stuck out of his flesh like huge nails. “You took my mother,” Qiel said. “Where is she? Does she live?”
Anael coughed up blood and laughed. “She is your mother no more, my son. She now belongs to the Bloodstone.”
Qiel did not understand what the old man was saying. “Shut your mouth. You turned me into this monster. You activated these powers. Now you shall reap your just reward.” When Qiel raised his hands to strike, Anael lifted his hands and smiled, and Qiel hesitated, thinking. Mother only ever told me the smallest bits and pieces about what we both truly are. He was hungry to know the nature of the blood that now ran in his veins.
Anael gurgled. It was a laugh. “He hesitates. But why?”
Qiel growled. “Why does a young man seek a sage, old man?”
Anael sneered. “Answers. You hunger for an answer to the riddle of what you are. Oh, what’s to become of me?” he mocked. “Come close, my son. I have the answers—I can tell you everything you want to know.”
“What price? Your
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