A Crumble of Walls (The Kin of Kings Book 4) by B.T. Narro

Author:B.T. Narro [Narro, B.T.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-06-21T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Of all the unknowns of this plan, one thing was for certain. Basen and Vithos had decided at the start of this they would flee the moment they had the chance. Unfortunately, the moment had never arrived, so Basen had to create one.

Fatholl was too powerful and too emotionless. He didn’t care about the needs of others. If taking the akorell stone wasn’t reason enough for killing Basen, he would come up with some other excuse.

Vithos would survive if captured, being an Elf, and there was some solace to that. But Basen needed his assistance as the two of them ran.

Basen could come back for his akorell stone later. First, he had to lose the horde of psychic Elves…who could sense him no matter where he hid. God’s mercy, he could think of no worse predicament.

He was glad Vithos was fast, as it helped them get a good head start. Basen didn’t chance a look behind him, focusing all of his efforts on speed. He zipped around trees, separating from Vithos by accident.

“This way!” Basen called to him.

Vithos replied with a scream. The psychics had gotten to him.

“Keep going!” Vithos yelled.

Basen turned and saw a few veer off toward a fallen Vithos. The rest came for Basen as he made a split decision to follow Vithos’ advice. There was nothing Basen could do to help his comrade against so many.

His heart jumped into his throat as he spotted more Elves in front of him. Not all of them had come through to join the battle! He stopped, and before he could figure out what to do, his body convulsed with pain.

Basen lifted his wand toward the Elf hurting him and watched the psychic’s aggression turn to fear. Basen gathered energy and fired at the Elf’s feet. He would avoid killing any of them if he could, for it would only anger Fatholl more.

Released from pain as the Elf somersaulted backward, Basen found a new route with no one in front of him. He would come back for the akorell stone and Vithos after he escaped.

He was hit again with pain so terrible he lost control of his legs. It was a reflex to go down, submit, and scream.

Fatholl’s furious voice rang out. “Don’t! Move!”

Through the pain, Basen was overwhelmed with the urge to look up. If it was the last thing he ever did, he would raise his head. Feeling as if he were being crushed by a bed of nails, Basen strained to bend back his neck.

Through blurred vision, he made out Sanya deeper in the forest. She was fully disguised again, a silver mask hiding her face. She held something in her outstretched hand that Basen had never seen before. It looked like a staff with orbs on either end that were as black as two holes deep enough to reach hell.

She called to him silently with psyche, then moved to hide herself behind the nearest tree. The urge to go to her intensified.

Groans slipped out of Basen’s throat as he tried to crawl away from the sound of Fatholl’s approaching footsteps.

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