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and became round and hovered only a few centimeters above the
palm of her hand. He could clearly see the ball of energy swirling
round. She threw the energy ball at an Elven warrior who had run at
her, hitting him straight in the heart, killing him instantly. She
laughed at him, just as she had done so many times before, as he
fell to the muddy ground.
    One of the
men then came running toward her with his
sword held high, but before he could get near her, she put out her
hand again. There was flash of yellow light, and the man’s sword
disappeared from his hand and appeared in hers. She swiped low and
cut straight through the man’s stomach. She spun the sword round
between her fingers. Now the blade was pointing behind her. She
shoved it into the throat of Eiaten’s youngest son, Paril. Then hit
him in the face with her right elbow, pulled the sword back out and
threw it up.
    The sword
flipped round. She caught it with the blade the right way up. She
did not keep the sword for long, though, for she threw it at
another man who was charging at her. It went right through his
chest. She stood there in front of her latest victim looking
around, wondering whether so many would be so foolish to attack her
if they knew who she was. And then it came to her. They were all
decoys.
    Delsani could
see the expression on her face. Now , he thought, now it’s time. His sword was already in his right hand. He reached into
his pocket with his left and took out his wand then calmly walked
toward the Wicked Wizard-Elf.
     
    John went
from the balcony into a great dark room. Ulicoth must’ve decorated this place, thought the King. The floor was grey marble. The
ceiling was red, and the walls were purple. On the walls were
shields, swords and other different and strange weapons.
    He was deep
into the room and could see a number of flags of all different
shapes and sizes. There were a few that he recognized, but he had
only seen them in books and scrolls. They were the flags of the
other Wizard orders that exist in their world. The flags were
forming a square around a symbol that had captured John’s complete
and undivided attention. It was the flag of the Dark Lord Salith.
That flag was considered to be the ultimate sign of evil throughout
the lands of Dorminya. It was scarlet, and in the middle was the
Symbol of Salith, which was oval-shaped. The edge of it was silver,
and in the middle was a silver skull with only the top set of
teeth. Its eyes were dark and glittery blue in the area that
surrounded the skull.
    John could
see a bed in the distance, and on it was Ulicoth resting silently.
He walked toward him and drew his hand up. An energy ball began to
build form in it. John then did the same with his other hand
getting ready for the onslaught.
    But before he
got any closer, Ulicoth awoke.
    “ I have been
waiting for you John,” he said.
    John was not
surprised to hear that his enemy knew his Normal name. He knew
Ulicoth had spies everywhere. He was, however, surprised by
Ulicoth’s voice, as it sounded ordinary and refined, even friendly.
He had expected it to be wicked and cold.
    “ And how did
you know that I would be here?” asked John.
    “ Let’s just
say a little traitor told me,” replied Ulicoth with an impious grin
on his face.
    Little traitor , John thought. Who could it be? The first name
that sprang to mind was Demala. “The Wolf had told John that
Ulicoth was expecting him. But
then why warn me of it. It doesn’t make any since.
    Ulicoth sat up and slowly got off
of the bed. He stood up. John noticed he was hunched over slightly,
and his hood covered the top of his face just as Delsani’s had done
when he appeared at the Stark residence. Ulicoth was wearing cherry
red robes. On his chest holding his robes together was a broach. It
was the Symbol of Salith and was exactly the same in shape and
color as on the scarlet flag. He was also wearing a ring on his
left index finger. It was silver and looked like the skull