Brinks In Time:The Legend of Valendri's Relic by Tom Rogal

Author:Tom Rogal [Rogal, Tom]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-11-16T00:00:00+00:00

“If you don’t take it easy, you’re not going to make it. The wood punctured your lung, didn’t it? You wouldn’t be wheezing like you are if it didn’t.”

Biverin replied, “I’m not a doctor, but I do believe so. Nothing we can do for it here. Let’s get to the Relic and then get home so I might be able to make it home for treatment.”

He began to join Joakon, who was waiting at the path’s entrance. Lindaris stood still a while longer. Maybe he was taking this Biverin hate too strong. After all, the man could very well be dying in front of him. If the lung was punctured as seriously as he believed, than Mount Hrithgorn might be claiming another life. He didn’t want that to happen. He didn’t care much for Biverin, but he didn’t want him to die either. He even respected him more knowing that he was giving everything for the success of the mission. Lindaris finally reunited with the group.

Joakon had the lead as they turned left for most of the way. But just when it appeared they reached a dead end, the path made a sharp turn right . . . toward the center of the mountain. I’ll be damned, Lindaris thought. He was right this whole time.

At the end of the hall they entered what looked to be former quarters for blacksmiths and clothiers. The ceiling was elevated, or rather hacked off to make it larger. More disturbing was most of the blacksmith pits were still burning with hot coals and a few torches were still lit. Joakon negated his spell.

“I don’t like the looks of this,” commented Joakon.

Neither did Lindaris and Biverin. What this proved to them was that this mountain was certainly occupied by someone, and they had a pretty good idea by whom. Just the size of the weapons and tools lying around were a dead giveaway.

Lindaris suggested, “We should go. Go now.”

Before they could move, however, a familiar clicking sound was heard. It was scurrying closer. The shadows cast by the torchlight and blacksmith pits gave eerie profiles across the walls. It was their first glimpse of the creature: Its deranged shadow spilled across the wall. It looked to have at least twelve legs and a head, but they could tell nothing else from the silhouette.

They began to wonder how it could have followed them without them hearing it. Then again, there were probably hundreds of secret passages. The creature didn’t move for a long time, just as the mages hadn’t. Lindaris readied his spell. If it came toward him, he would be prepared to blast it to oblivion. The creature, like before, instead turned around. The mages didn’t ease up until the shadow was completely off the wall.

Lindaris said, “That thing is beginning to annoy me. Wish it would just go away.”

“We’re probably the freshest food it’s seen in years. Think it’s going to let us off that easy?” commented Biverin.

“If it can even see us. Nothing seems to have eyes in this place.

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