03 Shadowrealm by Forgotten Realms

Author:Forgotten Realms [Realms, Forgotten]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-04-10T16:04:32.704000+00:00

7 Nightal, the Year of Lightning Storms Cale, Riven, and Rivalen spaced themselves a few strides apart. Ahead, the army of shadow giants assembled before and around Kesson Rel. Darkness bled from their pale flesh. The column of shadows tens of thousands of the creaturesswirled in the sky over their master, their eyes like coals. Looking upon Kesson, upon the power he held, the power he had stolen, Cale felt the void in him like an ache in his bones. The emptiness compelled him to fill it. He knew Riven must be feeling the same thing. Mags, I am keeping my promise to you. Right now. Do you hear me, Mags? No response. Shadows swirled around Kesson. He held up a hand and silence fell. Cale, Riven, and Rivalen stopped, the world stopped. "I see the memory of a dead world in your faces," Kesson Rel said, his voice carrying across the field, filling the quiet. "The death of this world, too, is inevitable. Yet here you stand, a supposed servant of the Lady of Loss, and two servants of the God of Shadows." He looked to the sky, to Furlinastis, who was turning an arc to return to the battlefield. "And you bring the dragon who served me in my youth. Let us see who is the stronger, shadelings." "Let us see who serves the Lady in truth," Rivalen said softly, and shadows poured from him. Shadows bled from Cale, too. He held his mask in one hand, Weaveshear in the other. Beside him, Riven channeled Mask's power and let it fill his blades. Thick, languid shadows dripped from the steel. "We must waste nothing on his minions," Rivalen said. "Agreed," Cale said. "They will swarm to protect him," Riven said. "Not if they are protecting him from someone else," Cale answered. "Who?" Rivalen asked. "The dragon is not enough." "My minions," Cale said, and quickly mouthed the words to a sending. The magic buzzed around him and he directed it to Nayan, back on the Wayrock. need you and yours here. Battle is joined. He paused, thought of Magadon. Ensure Magadon is all right first. Then come. Be quick. The magic winged its way through the Weave for Nayan. "Hold here," he said to Rivalen and Riven. "Hold?" Riven asked. The assassin bounced on the balls of his feet, his eye on Kesson. Cale nodded, and started to intone the words to a spell that would even the odds. I awaken, gasping, from another dream of my father. Opening my eyes, I find myself slouched against the stone wall of a meditation chamber. Drool wets my cheek. The memory of my father and the Source and falling forever is fresh in my mind. Sweat drenches my body. I stink enough to offend my own nose. I have not bathed or changed my attire in days. The stubble of a tenday old beard causes my cheeks to itch. I feel eyes on me. Nayan stands in the shadow of the doorway.

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