Carnelian by M.D. Grimm

Author:M.D. Grimm
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: adventure, magic, gay fantasy, gay romance mm
Publisher: M.D. Grimm

Chapter Seven

Morgorth

I was going to kill Dyrc. Someway, somehow, I was going to corner him and strip his flesh away piece by piece. I might even let Grekel and his pack chase Dyrc down like prey. I would like to watch them feast, tearing him apart with tooth and claw.

How dare he touch Aishe! How dare Dyrc touch what was mine, to mess with Aishe’s mind, to use him as a tool to get to me. All my fears were realized in that instant, and I wanted to destroy every single danger to Aishe. I wanted to annihilate them before I let him out of my sight. But I couldn’t. I had to be calm and logical. I had to stay rational or I’d turn into Kierthak: mindless and bloodthirsty, destroying everything and everyone without thought or pity.

One step at a time. Keep going one step at a time. First step: find Olyvre and remove that cursed crystal.

When I told Aishe I’d come prepared, I hadn’t been joking. After chugging a potion, I activated it and shape-shifted painfully into a fasion. A lot was riding on my success, and I was still an amateur to this sort of magick. When the potion wore off, I would revert to my original shape. I had about an hour. If I tried it with only my spell, I’d have to concentrate on too many things at once. The spell, the energy flow, holding the image of the fasion solidly in my mind... all the things I’d told Aishe about. I couldn’t afford a single mistake.

Flying was a dizzying sensation, and Lansa had taught me well. I used the air currents and flew swiftly to the White Tower. Some mages milled around the base, even though the inquiry wouldn’t restart until late morning. I circled the tower, flapping my black wings, my keen eyes seeing amazing details: cracks in the stone walls, patches of vines and moss overpowering the white. I smelled smoke, other birds, and the sweat of the mages below. My ears picked up sounds of a few mice scurrying around the base of the tower. I would never have noticed any of that in my original form. It annoyed me I had to fight off the urge to snap up the mice and eat them. Yuck. Unfortunately, the potion made me too much like a bird.

I circled the Tower several times before spotting Ollie. He leaned out of the window, his elbows on the window sill. The air ruffled his blond hair and he looked tired and sad. He most likely missed his daughter and might also be worried about me. Then there was the spell to be cast on him, and he was completely unaware of his role as a tool. And he was alone. So alone, surrounded by those who could squash him like bug.

I took a deep breath, my tiny heart pounding. There was another, vital reason I chose a potion over holding the spell in my mind.

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