Creation Mage 8 (War Mage Academy) by Dante King

Author:Dante King [King, Dante]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-09-28T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

We were woken, just as Acer had said we would be, by the dull rumble and thud and ponderous clicking of the intricate and unbreakable locks of our prison door opening.

The two of us had slipped easily to sleep on the sofa in our prison suite. We had spent the entire night there, sleeping the untroubled sleep of a couple on vacation, rather than two mages being held against their will.

I rose smoothly off the sofa, grabbed my morphing cloak that could change into any clothing I desired, and threw it around my shoulders.

Instantly, I was dressed in my habitual black pants, white shirt, and black jacket with the red silk lining. Even as I pulled my boots on, Acer had flipped over the back of the sofa and was slipping easily into her black leather garments.

“Who the fuck do you think this is?” Acer slid on her own boots and edged around the sofa to come and stand next to me. “It’s not even dawn yet.”

I readied myself, dropping into a lowered fighting stance. My staff appeared in my hand, a glimmering rod of changing colors that bewildered the eye. It was a vector that combined the power of three vectors in one, and it hummed in my hand as if it was eager to get to grips with the foe.

I puffed out my cheeks. If whoever came through that door had anything that even resembled ill will in their hearts, I was going to make it fucking hard for them to exercise it. They’d likely be staggering back out the way they came, wearing their own asshole as a hat.

Over my shoulder, I heard the silky metallic sound of Acer conjuring a bladed weapon, but I didn’t turn to find out exactly what kind of weapon that might be.

The door opened with a heavy smoothness that spoke of magically fortified wood that would resist even the most determined of spells or bulldozers.

The head of my staff came up, almost of its own accord, and pointed straight into the face of—

“Well, fuck me… How’s it going, Your Majesties?” I said drily.

Alura, the Gemstone Princess, stood outlined in the flickering torchlight that emanated from the corridor behind her. Behind her, I could see the bodies of two guards lying slumped against the walls of the passage. Next to her, looking as composed ever, was none other than Queen Hagatha herself.

The most powerful person in the entire Avalonian Kingdom raised one thin red eyebrow at my greeting.

“It would be safe to say,” she said, in that gorgeous accent of hers that seemed to caress the ears, “that the last time I was addressed like that was… No, I have never been addressed like that.”

I gave her a half-smile that might not quite have met my eyes. “My apologies, your Queenliness, but there’s nothing like being locked in someone’s dungeon—a five-star dungeon though it might be—to make a man forget his manners.”

To my surprise, Queen Hagatha’s beautiful head dropped a little.

“That,” she said, “is more than understandable.

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