Frivlok (Appointments on Plum Street Book 2) by Eli Ingle

Author:Eli Ingle [Ingle, Eli]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, magic, sci-fi, time travel, steampunk
Publisher: Pepino Publishing
Published: 2017-10-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fifteen

The mournful singular clanging of the church bell filled the evening air. The sun was setting in the west, filling the sky with its bloody light. Frivlok, the Commander and the Shapeshifter stood in hooded black cloaks to the right side of Vegalior. Much to his displeasure, the vicar had been forced to wear his human form – at least for the time being.

The villagers had gathered to the front of the church within a few minutes. Frivlok was surprised but pleased at their efficiency. They were well conditioned.

“My children,” Vegalior said, his arms outstretched. “I have gathered you from your homes tonight for one reason: They have returned!”

Whispering spread throughout the crowd. But there was nothing beyond that, and no-one seemed to dare point a finger at the hooded Three.

“Your Gods walk this land once more. But they are weak, drained by the foul parasitic children who wish to drain their energy for their own purposes. Your Gods are weak and they cry out for your help!”

Weak, scoffed Frivlok. I could tear the village apart in half an hour.

Nevertheless, the words had the desired effect as the villagers cried out in despair and fell to their knees, offering pledges of loyalty and words of encouragement.

Vegalior turned and began walking away from the church. The Three followed in a row behind him. Zeph traipsed behind them, stumbling over the path. Silently the villagers followed the group.

The sky turned a darker shade of red as they approached the edge of a pine forest. Fronds of mist were beginning to form and swirl between the boughs. Vegalior took the first step inside and soon the air was hushed as the trees absorbed all sound. The pine needles on the floor softened their footsteps as they headed deep into the woods. Nightfall descended earlier than usual as the canopy began to block out all the light.

Onwards they walked until they arrived at a clearing in the centre. The view was dominated by a statue of a horned owl. Rising to the tops of the trees, the bronze statue stared down at them with an unyielding icy glare. The villagers fell silent as they saw the statue, a small mist of fear began to build up inside them, filling the clearing. Again the Three were invigorated by it, their minds sharpening and their purpose acknowledged.

Frivlok strode over to Zeph, grabbed him by the collar and pulled him roughly over to a post directly in front of the idol. Pulling the boy’s arms around his back, Frivlok tied him to the post so that he would be forced to watch. He did not, however, tie the rope tightly enough. Zeph immediately noticed and began wriggling his hands back and forth as soon as his master began to walk away. What Zeph did not see was Frivlok tipping a wink to the Commander as he walked away.

Vegalior stepped forwards in front of the crowd and began to intone from a huge book he was carrying with him.

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