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easier.
She climbed up onto the stone and lay down, resting her head on the raised end.
Taking one last deep breath, she fixed her eyes on the gentle lights above her and closed her eyes.
“Come and get me,” she breathed into the vision as it ripped her sight away.
CHAPTER 15
Melchior’s fury knew no bounds as he tore across the sky with his army.
The Dark Lord had wasted no time. He had roused his entire army of half-demons to take on this battle. It raged in the skies above the forest. But Melchior knew with a surge of pride that these fighters were no match for his forces. Shara shimmered across the sky, her flaming hair blazing out behind her and sizzling the enemy with its single touch. Behind her stood the army of soldiers as they slashed and fought their way through the waves of attackers.
Aslan and Blane were moving so fast no human eye would ever see them as they tore through the demons and commanded the wind and thunder.
Melchior knew he should feel something, some triumph in his victory. But he just felt the familiar emptiness.
But something was wrong. The Dark Lord. Melchior scanned the battle for him, but he knew that he was not there. He would have felt his heavy presence if he was around. His eyes flashed over the horizon. Then dropped to the forest below. He felt something there, a darker, heavier feeling as his focus moved through the trees and plants.
But it was too faint for him to grab hold of.
He frowned, shaking off a feeling of dread as Shara stopped before him. The goddess was like a serpent now, her skin green and shimmering as her long red hair snaked around her with fangs. Melchior had to use every inch of his self-control not to leap back away from her. She was pure terror.
“He’s not here,” she hissed. Her eyes yellow with rage.
He shook his head.
“I sense that too.”
She threw her head back and let out of high scream, then turned and dived back into the fight like a mad, avenging demon.
Melchior drew higher now, floating above the melee as he hung silent and watching over the chaos. Then he felt him. Close by. He stilled, focusing all his attention on the pulse. The Dark Lord was concealed, but he was nearby. Not in the forest as his life pulse was weaker. He was inside.
Melchior froze. He was inside the tower.
The knowledge hit him like a physical blow.
He had come for Beth.
He turned and dove for the ground.
CHAPTER 16
Beth lay on the cold stone waiting. She did not have to wait long. She knew the second he had emerged from the earth. He rose from the forest floor in the centre of the Cathedral like a whirl of dust that took form. His red eyes glinted as he glided across the floor towards her.
The Dark Lord Niyan. Night after night he had tied he to that stone and cut her until the very life drained out of her. She had fought him her entire life in her sleep. The weight of the realisation flooded her. This was her destiny. For 26 years she had lived in her own world, all alone with only her night visions to keep her company. She had never known the love of parents, or the touch of a mother. In a twisted way she knew this creature better than any other person.
Finally she knew what all of it meant. The thought of it brought her peace. She was meant to do this.
He moved towards her through the space, a tiny dark creature shrouded in a hood. She knew he was evil, the rank smell of it washes off him in waves.
His black eyes raked her flesh. Beth shrank back against the cold stone, trying to crawl inside herself, save herself from the waves of putrid hate coming towards her.
She knew just a single touch will contaminate her, poison her forever. He was evil. Disease.
Dreamwalker. He said, moving above her.
Flesh of my flesh. You are finally mine. The last one.
And you have brought him to me.
Soon a great dagger of stone was going to descend, slicing her torso open as her lifeblood runs down the
She climbed up onto the stone and lay down, resting her head on the raised end.
Taking one last deep breath, she fixed her eyes on the gentle lights above her and closed her eyes.
“Come and get me,” she breathed into the vision as it ripped her sight away.
CHAPTER 15
Melchior’s fury knew no bounds as he tore across the sky with his army.
The Dark Lord had wasted no time. He had roused his entire army of half-demons to take on this battle. It raged in the skies above the forest. But Melchior knew with a surge of pride that these fighters were no match for his forces. Shara shimmered across the sky, her flaming hair blazing out behind her and sizzling the enemy with its single touch. Behind her stood the army of soldiers as they slashed and fought their way through the waves of attackers.
Aslan and Blane were moving so fast no human eye would ever see them as they tore through the demons and commanded the wind and thunder.
Melchior knew he should feel something, some triumph in his victory. But he just felt the familiar emptiness.
But something was wrong. The Dark Lord. Melchior scanned the battle for him, but he knew that he was not there. He would have felt his heavy presence if he was around. His eyes flashed over the horizon. Then dropped to the forest below. He felt something there, a darker, heavier feeling as his focus moved through the trees and plants.
But it was too faint for him to grab hold of.
He frowned, shaking off a feeling of dread as Shara stopped before him. The goddess was like a serpent now, her skin green and shimmering as her long red hair snaked around her with fangs. Melchior had to use every inch of his self-control not to leap back away from her. She was pure terror.
“He’s not here,” she hissed. Her eyes yellow with rage.
He shook his head.
“I sense that too.”
She threw her head back and let out of high scream, then turned and dived back into the fight like a mad, avenging demon.
Melchior drew higher now, floating above the melee as he hung silent and watching over the chaos. Then he felt him. Close by. He stilled, focusing all his attention on the pulse. The Dark Lord was concealed, but he was nearby. Not in the forest as his life pulse was weaker. He was inside.
Melchior froze. He was inside the tower.
The knowledge hit him like a physical blow.
He had come for Beth.
He turned and dove for the ground.
CHAPTER 16
Beth lay on the cold stone waiting. She did not have to wait long. She knew the second he had emerged from the earth. He rose from the forest floor in the centre of the Cathedral like a whirl of dust that took form. His red eyes glinted as he glided across the floor towards her.
The Dark Lord Niyan. Night after night he had tied he to that stone and cut her until the very life drained out of her. She had fought him her entire life in her sleep. The weight of the realisation flooded her. This was her destiny. For 26 years she had lived in her own world, all alone with only her night visions to keep her company. She had never known the love of parents, or the touch of a mother. In a twisted way she knew this creature better than any other person.
Finally she knew what all of it meant. The thought of it brought her peace. She was meant to do this.
He moved towards her through the space, a tiny dark creature shrouded in a hood. She knew he was evil, the rank smell of it washes off him in waves.
His black eyes raked her flesh. Beth shrank back against the cold stone, trying to crawl inside herself, save herself from the waves of putrid hate coming towards her.
She knew just a single touch will contaminate her, poison her forever. He was evil. Disease.
Dreamwalker. He said, moving above her.
Flesh of my flesh. You are finally mine. The last one.
And you have brought him to me.
Soon a great dagger of stone was going to descend, slicing her torso open as her lifeblood runs down the
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