A Clash of Magics by Guy Antibes

Author:Guy Antibes [Antibes, Guy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Casiepress LLC
Published: 2021-04-08T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

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T revor stifled a scream and held tightly onto his sword as he plummeted toward the water. He hoped he had jumped out far enough to avoid the rocks below. Jumping had been incredibly risky, but as bolts of lightning began to rain down around him, he admitted he’d be out of it much quicker.

When Trevor hit the water, he gasped. Everything was suddenly cold, and Trevor breathed in water. The diving suit didn’t stop his sinking as he had hoped, probably because he still wore the cuirass underneath the diver’s outfit. He almost dropped his sword but managed to jam most of it into its scabbard as he began swimming sideways and then upward. The water in his lungs hurt with every move until he broke the surface of the water. Trevor fought for breath and coughed. Saltwater came up through his nose and began to sting his eyes. Panic took hold of him, and Trevor ceased to be aware of his actions.

Hands grabbed him, tossing him on a wooden floor that heaved on the swells of the bay. Trevor knew he was being rolled over onto his stomach. Someone took off his clothes and began pressing on his back. He tried to resist the attack but found he lost his ability to fight. Water exploded from his lungs, and then his stomach began to complain again. He was making a mess of wherever he was.

After an eternity of gasping and vomiting, Trevor finally sighed and let welcome darkness overcome him.

He looked up at the clouds and at tall masts trying to touch a darkening sky.

“We thought you wouldn’t be makin’ it,” a sailor said.

“The enclave!” Trevor croaked, his throat sore from saltwater coming in and everything else coming out.

“You won’t be going back there any time soon,” the sailor said. “You are on a ship to Sirland. The captain wouldn’t put the ship back to port. You were lucky one of our sailors spotted you. At least the Old Man let us fetch you from the water. Your fishing suit saved your life. None of us thought you’d be on top of the water by the time we rescued you.”

Trevor got up on his elbows and looked around. The sea surrounded them. Khartoo was out of sight, and so were Lissa and Potur. Trevor tried to teleport, but he didn’t have the magic. Lissa’s attempt to charge his armor and sword was inadequate for the task. He checked on his body. Other than feeling awful, he didn’t detect any other injuries, but something was missing.

“My sword and armor!”

“We have it. The Old Man says it looks Jarkanese.”

“It is,” Trevor said. “Do you have magicians on board?” There was hope he’d make a quick trip of it.

“Most of us can do a few things, but the healer is the strongest of us. Are you a magician? You called out something about the magician’s enclave, and we found you foundering not far from the place.”

Trevor lost all his strength. “I’m the opposite of a magician,” he said.

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