Fallen Sepulchre by J D Franx

Author:J D Franx [Franx, J D]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9780995336322
Publisher: JD Franx
Published: 2018-08-18T04:00:00+00:00

DYRANNAI FOREST

FIELD OF THE FALLEN

Kael opened his eyes and quickly came to understand he was on his back with a glass dome over top of him. The scent of dust and ancient death clung to the air around him like an oppressive fog. Pushing his hands against the glass, he tried to heave it aside. It refused to budge, his numb hands and arms were not helping. Taking a quick glance around, it took only seconds to realize he was likely in an underground crypt or mausoleum. Panicking, he beat on the glass and screamed as the overwhelming sensation of claustrophobia crawled into the recesses of his mind. Frowning, he grabbed at his magic. Black and purple mist swallowed his fists as he punched the glass above him repeatedly. The dome exploded into tiny shards of glass. Sitting up, he looked around, more confused than before. He could not recall how he had gotten there. The last memory he had was of walking through Kazzador City's sprawling ruins with Cassie.

Kael rolled off the marble slab to stand, but his legs gave out and he crashed to the stone floor.

“What the hell?” he muttered. He could not feel his legs.

“How long have I been laying there?” he whispered aloud as he massaged his legs, trying to bring back the feeling.

“A long time,” a voice said drifting out of the darkness. “But far less than others.”

Kael squinted and peered around the room a second time, taking in several other glass-covered slabs. Covered in layers of thick dust, he could not make out who or what had been interred inside. All but his own were recessed into the stone walls. With feeling slowly returning to his arms, he didn’t really care. Walking and defending himself would not happen any time soon, so his recovery became his only concern.

“Where are you?” he asked. The voice in the dark had said nothing more, and the hollow echo of the chamber made it impossible to pinpoint where the words originated. His esoteric senses were also numb and no help.

“Here,” the male voice said as a pair of eyes to Kael's right lit up the dark corner with a steady red glow. “Mean no harm,” it added.

“Wouldn't matter if you did. I can't stand up let alone defend myself,” Kael muttered.

“Foolish. Should keep such things to self. Dangerous. Give body time.”

“Time, yeah.” Leaning back against the cold marble, Kael sighed and tried to think of how he came to be in a dusty crypt with a very short creature in the corner nearby. His mind drifted back to the Animus chamber and to his final fight with Sythrnax. Remembering how the Ancient being had trapped him on the Animus Seal with its magic brought back a cascade of memories. His discussion with Giddeon flashed before his eyes. Kael gagged and reached for his neck as he felt the wooden dagger pierce the base of his skull and a second blade cut his throat. He remembered the pain—so much pain—and he remembered dying.

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