Hunters (Spirit Blade Part 1) by M. A. Nilles

Author:M. A. Nilles [Nilles, M. A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Prairie Star Publishing
Published: 2014-07-27T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Nadia tightened the strap of her second bracer bearing the demon head with sharp teeth. Arrow tips formed of green imera stones pierced that fearsome head, the same design as her belt buckle on the black uniform. With those secure, she adjusted the dagger sheath and hesitated at the darkness creeping into her mind. Lord Je'Kaoron's warning returned and she did what she could to push the effects of the dagger's magic aside.

Nadia slammed her fist against the wall, the turmoil raging inside questioning why the sorcerers ever created such vile weapon. Their search for ways to control or destroy the demonlords would only lead to bloodshed. They had cursed her and the world.

The weapon did this to her. The twisted cruelty of its power whispered of conspiracies and rumors. She hated it, but she couldn't let anyone else bear it.

It had to be destroyed.

How many other devices or talismans had the sects discovered or created?

The thought shook her to her core, not only in what it could lead to but also that only five months ago she had believed in their leadership and wholeheartedly supported the downfall of the demonlords.

Had she changed so much?

Nadia blinked and looked around at the room that had been hers for more than six months. In traveling across Tikeros, she had been summoned by then High Lord Je'Rekun to clean up that region of half-bloods.

Now, she pitied them, admired them even. Je'Rol had changed her. And Je'Surana had changed her. Together, they had each demonstrated the humanity within. half-bloods could live in peace if given a chance.

And Lord Je'Kaoron.

Nadia caught her breath with a hand over her heart as if to hold it in from the surge that passed through upon thinking of him. He had shown that demonlords could care about humans and half-bloods. They weren't all cold killers.

They had all changed her.

Letting go of her hatred for Je'Rol and time away from the influence of the dagger had cleared her head. She saw how twisted the sects had become. Someone had to stop them, and she would but only after destroying the dagger. The only way to be sure no one else could use it was to destroy it. Then she could return to the temple and try to talk sense into the teachers.

Nadia secured her cloak around her neck and wrapped her blanket to secure to her saddle for the chilly nights. She handed it to a young man in a brown leather vest over his blouse, one of many servants.

Under Je'Rekun's reign of terror over humans, the servants had cowed and quivered, even in serving her, but under Je'Dron as High Lord, they stood taller, more confident that a simple error wouldn't be their last. Je'Rekun had ruled as the demonlords had for more than two thousand years, believing that humans were nothing more than livestock. Je'Dron, however, treated humans as equals, resulting in humans asking to serve to gain better lives than most peasants. Lord Je'Kaoron had something to do with that.

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