Free The Sorcerer's Abyss (The Sorcerer's Path) by Brock Deskins

elemental fury.
     
Sandy had undergone a breaking very similar to Ellyssa. They had beaten her with chains and forced her to kill. Like Ellyssa, they had stolen her innocence and replaced it with determination born of fear of ever being another victim. Since regaining her freedom, Sandy devoted her time to learning the magic of her draconic heritage, flight, and fighting. She was big now, nearly the size of a draft horse in the body alone. Her neck and tail easily doubled her length.
     
Using the knowledge she attained from delving into her egg memories, and from what Allister was able to find in Azerick’s big book, Sandy frequently practiced in a larger clearing to the east. Its level of destruction was far greater than what Ellyssa had inflicted upon hers. Sandy had torn entire trees from the ground, set large swaths of forest aflame only to extinguish it by summoning torrential storms.
     
Roger looked toward the flashes of lightning and fire to the east.
     
 “She’s almost as bad as you when it comes to obsessive practice.”
     
“Maybe she wants to make sure anyone who tries to hurt her again will regret it. Maybe she wants to be strong enough so they can never hurt anyone else ever again.” Ellyssa’s visage grew dark, and she began walking in the direction of North Haven.
     
“What are you talking about, Ellyssa?” Roger called after her in frustration. “You sound like you mean to do something preemptive. Didn’t you learn anything from your capture?”
     
Ellyssa shouted back without looking. “Yes. I learned to kill!”  She ducked her head and whispered, “Without remorse.”
     
It was a long walk to the city, but Ellyssa’s legs had gotten used it. She had made the trek many times to scout out the streets in search of slavers and those with whom they cavorted. It was a lot harder these days as the entire operation was forced to go deep underground ever since King Jarvin required all officials to enforce the law against abductions and slavery. It did little to lessen the cases of abduction and made it more profitable for those willing to risk imprisonment and even death if caught trafficking humans. The King even had a sizeable navy now patrolling the seas to combat the worsening pirate situation, but they rarely caught slavers. The slavers simply tossed their precious cargo overboard and let the chains carry them to the sea floor long before the King’s ships could board and investigate.
     
They were still here though, and Ellyssa knew how to find them. It was not difficult for a lone girl to find a slaver if she knew where to look. All too often, a girl found them without looking. Her plan was simple. Walk the streets where she had spotted several suspicious characters. It was not hard for her to pass herself off as a homeless girl just looking for a doorway to protect her from the rain.
     
The slavers were getting wary as well. It was why she had been wandering around these parts every night for the past several weeks. New faces were looked upon with suspicion. Twice she had been accosted by thugs and degenerates, but neither had been slavers, and she sent them on their way with some painful lessons regarding the treatment of women.
     
Once she formulated her plan and began practicing with intent, her nightmares had lessened substantially. This fact alone convinced her she was on the right course in her life. As long as slavers, Captain Jake and Sonjay in particular, hunted the streets, Ellyssa would never find peace. The solution was simple; she would kill them all.
     
 
     
Ellyssa huddled under an awning outside of a shop missing so many cedar shingles it only kept off about half the falling rain. She used a tattered canvas sack, like one a sailor may have discarded in favor of one in better shape, to ward away the chill and the rain that inevitably found its way through the leaky roof. She looked sick and half-asleep, but the reality was that she was very healthy and alert. Her