Dead Druid by Mercer Salvador

Dead Druid by Mercer Salvador

Author:Mercer, Salvador
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Diamond Star Publishing
Published: 2016-02-27T16:00:00+00:00


The group had returned to the fire, and Targon sat next to Elister, holding the bottom end of the druid’s staff. There was no creek or water source nearby, so the group drank sparingly from their flasks, all except Elister, who didn’t drink, eat, or breathe, for that matter.

Salina managed to wrap another strip of cloth from the hem of her dress around her head since it started to seep a bit. She did allow Khan to put some of the arella leaf on her forehead and use the cloth to hold it in place. Targon wanted to tend to her, but Khan insisted that he keep two hands on the druid’s staff. It was more than awkward for the two men, dead druid, and riled Ranger to move together to the dead log and sit. Elister had said that sitting wasn’t necessary, but Khan insisted, saying he didn’t want Targon to tire in his task.

“So, comfy?” Salina finally asked from across the fire where she sat on another log between Dorsun and Khan. Targon felt as if she had betrayed him, diarrhea, indeed!

“Yes, thank you for asking,” Elister responded, looking to Targon and smiling. Targon felt the gesture was more sinister with the rock teeth than the usual warmth that the gesture used to convey.

Khan was all business. “We must determine what happened and what our next course of action will be.”

“Agreed,” Salina said.

“You’ll have to ask Elister,” Targon said, content to sit this one out.

Elister looked at the trio across from him. “I am dead. How long I was dead I do not know. My spirit should have returned to Agon’s bosom. I walked long upon the trail of tears, looking for my kind, but I could not find them. Then, without warning, came a call, a call I could not ignore. It compelled my spirit to return to my body.”

“It appears your body turned to stone,” Salina said.

“Or petrified,” Khan interjected.

“Does it matter?” Targon asked.

“No, go on, druid,” Khan said.

“There isn’t much to say. I have vague memories of marauding Kesh in my beloved Earlstyne and I do remember being angry, such a nasty feeling, but other than that, I cannot say.”

“Do you remember your battle with the Arch-Mage?” Khan asked.

“Yes,” Elister replied. “I knew that one of us would die, perhaps both of us, but I would not suffer the heretic to enter Agon’s realm. The portal must be protected at all costs.”

“Portal?” Salina asked.

“The forest is old, very old. There are gateways to Agon’s realm, and the Earlstyne holds one of them. As one of the Arnen, it is my duty to protect the mother.”

“You mean to say that Agon has another realm of her own?” Salina asked, leaning forward intently to hear the druid better.

Elister nodded. “More than that, there are gateways to Akun as well, and the dark ones use the time of calamity to move back and forth between the mother and the father.”

“Why does he speak in riddles?” Dorsun asked, looking directly at Khan for an answer.



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