Beyond the Bridge by C. D. Beaudin

Author:C. D. Beaudin [Beaudin, C. D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-12T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

“How are we going to get out of here?” Awyn asks, the three of them hiding in a small alcove within the large cavern, trying to stay out of sight. “We can’t just walk out. Olaria knows everything.”

“Not everything,” Aradon says. “Her threats are empty. If she knows I’m a Besged she would have had me shackled the moment we walked off that rock. Or maybe even killed. I’ll get us out of here.”

“How?” Eldowyn asks.

“The elf does not know?” Aradon asks, seeming surprised.

“Not the whole of my kind are all-knowing,” Eldowyn says.

“Have you ever seen a Besged at work?” Aradon asks, a hint of pride in his voice.

Awyn’s eyes widen. She had no idea he was a Besged. What other secrets are you hiding? He has so many…it can make it hard to trust him.

But she hopes she hides her doubt well.

“Not that I recall.” Eldowyn looks at Awyn. “Have you?”

She raises a doubtful eyebrow. “I have been locked up in a cell for the past nine years. Of course not.” They both look at Aradon, whose smile holds pride, and just a hint of rage. But that could just be his default.

“It’s a surge of pure power.” He turns from them, his posture straighter. His whole gait is different. Coming out of the shadows, she and the elf watch him as he walks into the middle of the courtyard.

“What is he doing?” Awyn whispers to Eldowyn.

“I’m not sure, but if he’s about to do what I think he’s about to do, we should—” A loud, thundering vibration reverberates through the entire cavern. They hold on as the floor rumbles.

Awyn looks over at Aradon’s feet. Under his boot, there are cracks in the rock. Her eyes widen in shock, but her amazement is interrupted as they watch scores of guards march toward him, servants and citizens running every which way, running for their lives.

“Is that what you were thinking?” Awyn yells over the rumbling.

“Sort of.” The two of them run to stand beside their friend, swords in hand. Awyn grips her handle, looking at the small army around them and lets out a sharp breath.

As if on cue, the army charges back at them. All around the three travelers, elves attack them with swords, arrows, and spears. With the three of them back to back, Eldowyn yells, “Don’t die!”

“Won’t be a problem!” Awyn says, stabbing an elf in the stomach as he comes at her. She breathes heavily, feeling what murderers must feel. She closes her eyes, and a strange—almost tragic—but calming serenity flows through her. She opens her eyes, new strength infusing her being.

As Eldowyn and Aradon fight elsewhere, Awyn fends off three attackers. They stab at her, and she slashes one of them to the ground, his brown hair falling over his eyes. She turns as a kick slams into her side, and brings down her sword upon another one, the metallic crash sounding in the air. Awyn looks into her opponent’s blue eyes, and grabs his arm, pulling him in close, sliding the sword into his stomach.

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