Free The Vacant Throne: The Legend Of Kairu Vol 3 by Tim McFarlane Page A

would be the right word, I think.
    Alright. I tried to form some mental walls to separate
myself from her. What you are asking for
is to kill her so you can take her body.
    She is already going
to die, Cathy said, keeping her tone
even. If we lose her here, we don’t stand
a chance of getting Balendar reunited. They will never trust
another Mage again.
    We were approaching
the magical bridge and I connected to it through the bond and the
bridge glowed brightly. We crossed quickly and I dropped the bond
to conserve my energy. We continued down the path, watchful for any
more flying patrols.
    We would still find a way to get
through to them. We did last time.
    It would be too late
then, Cathy countered. Lady Middleton’s support would speed things along. I’m sure
everyone is aware of what happened to her father and her distrust
for magic. If she walked in and supported you with what we’ve seen,
people couldn’t ignore that.
    Or they would think she finally snapped
and went crazy.
    Things are too
fragile now, Cathy said. They would be fools to ignore any reports at this
point.
    The hesitation would be understandable.
Desroche really did a number on people’s already fragile minds.
    All the more reason
to have me by your side, Cathy pointed
out. I want to help you out more and you
have to admit, me having a body would help out greatly.
    There’s no denying
that, but we can’t simply end a life for selfish
reasons.
    This isn’t selfish
reasons! Cathy exclaimed in
frustration. This is about stopping
Desroche! Our only hope is dying on our shoulder and we have a way
to fix that with a small sacrifice.
    I sighed. It just doesn’t feel right.
    Do you not trust
me? Cathy asked sadly.
    What?! Cathy, you are
the ONLY person I have EVER fully trusted. We’ve spent two cycles
together and know each other better than two people can.
    So let me stand by
your side properly, Cathy
responded.
    “ Are you doing
alright?” Bill asked. “You don’t look good.”
    “ I can’t believe what
is happening,” I said to him.
    “ I know what you
mean,” he said sadly. “We’ve lost a lot of friends today. I’m sorry
about your friends being enslaved by Davenport, or Desroche as you
called him.”
    “ I’m sorry I couldn’t
do more for your friends,” I said glumly.
    He nodded as we
stepped into the Archanion Field. We had made it back to our camp
area from last night. The danger of the mountain was behind us and
lingering too long would be a mistake, but we had to take care of
Lady Middleton.
    “ They died protecting
our Lady,” he said, his professionalism shining through. “We have
to make sure she survives.”
    “ I’ve thought of
something that could help,” I said to him. “Let’s set up a small
camp so she can have shelter.”
    Bill released Lady
Sandra and I lowered her gently to the ground. We set up the small
tent Bill had carried with him and placed her inside. Using my
spare clothes as a pillow, I sat her up and checked her life signs.
She was still incredibly weak, but not deteriorating fast. I
applied some more magic to help try and stabilise her.
    Are we going to do
the transfer? Cathy asked
timidly.
    Yes. We will have a quick moment of
silence for her, and then I will transfer your soul in.
    Agreed, Cathy said, trying to contain her
excitement.
    With everything set
up, I opened my Spell Book and flipped through the pages to the
Spirit Transference spell. When I first found it in a dusty old
tome in the archives, I added it as a novelty; like the Fireworks
or Water Walking spell. I had already used the Firework spell to
blow up a house and I was preparing to transfer a demon into
another body. The likelihood of running across a lake of fire to
escape enemies was growing quickly.
    Cathy had stayed in her position in the
back of my mind to continue to hide her emotions. I could still
feel the waves of excitement coming from her as I studied the
spell. Bill was checking over Lady Sandra, trying to do anything