Cursed Prince (Night Elves Trilogy Book 1) by C.N. Crawford

Author:C.N. Crawford [Crawford, C.N.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2020-04-28T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

Ali

Night had fallen, and Marroc and I walked together through a primeval forest. The trunks of ancient pines stood around us, like the columns of a cathedral, while above us the tree’s canopy was so thick that it blocked out the sky. The air was damp and heavy, fragrant with the scent of the pine trees. A perfumed wind kissed my skin.

I stole a glance at him. Once a High Elf, was he? As soon as we got away from these guards, I wanted to know everything he knew.

My mind whirred with the tasks ahead of me. First, we’d get Loki’s wand so we could return to Midgard—and he could get his soul back, supposedly. Then I’d take the golden ring back to the Shadow Lords. With their help, I’d free my people.

I’d always believed my mother, and soon, I’d finally prove her right.

All I had to do was help kill the dark wizard who’d locked us in there. And if Marroc was right, the ring in my pocket was just what I needed to find the sorcerer. He was the one who’d imprisoned the Night Elves in the Shadow Caverns after Ragnarok. Only his death would free us.

I stole a glance at Marroc. What I really wanted was to question him about where to find the dark sorcerer, but I couldn’t do it with other people around.

After living underground so long, after watching my friends and family die in subterranean darkness, I wanted nothing more than to drive my blade through Galin’s throat, but I’d have to be patient.

Under the ancient pine trees, we were led by a pair of guards, who carried torches that cast shadows over the mossy forest floor. It was quiet but for the whisper of a breeze circling between the trunks. All around us, tiny lights flickered between the boughs and branches.

Despite my dreams of revenge, I couldn’t help but smile. This was the first time I’d ever seen fireflies. For a few minutes, I forgot about Skalei slicing open the throats of the High Elves.

And now that Marroc had reassured me about Barthol, I could actually enjoy this beauty a little before we returned to Midgard.

Despite my blood-soaked revenge fantasies, things were looking up. Granted, Midgard was still freezing, but at least we’d be aboveground. I shoved my hand into my pocket, sliding the ring onto my finger. I couldn’t enjoy this place too much. I had to get this thing back to the Shadow Lords before anything got in my way.

Soon, brighter lights appeared ahead of us, and I sucked in a breath as we stepped into a large clearing. A circle of giant stones stood round a blazing bonfire. From between them, the Emperor walked, arms outstretched.

He grinned jovially, white teeth flashing in the firelight. “Welcome, welcome.”

“Thank you,” I said. “What is this place?”

“This is the one of Vanaheim’s most sacred groves.”

“You eat dinner here?”

“Yes, yes,” he said. “You’ll see why soon. This grove provides entertainment you can get nowhere else.

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