Into the Madness by Richard H. Stephens

Author:Richard H. Stephens [Stephens, Richard H.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781989257111
Published: 2019-02-12T07:00:00+00:00

Flight of a Hero

“Silurian, no!” Melody screamed, dropping her staff and grabbing her brother’s arms.

Karvus turned into Silurian’s choke-hold, driving his hands between Silurian’s arms to break the grip. Soulbiter caught his cheek, cutting him deeply as he slipped free.

Karvus grasped Silurian’s forearms and stepped in behind with his closest leg—his sheer body weight driving them to the ground.

Silurian braced for the impact, desperately trying to keep his head from bouncing off the stone floor. The last thing he wanted was to leave Melody alone with the killer.

Surprisingly, just before he hit the ground, Karvus yanked on his arms and laid him down gently, but the knee dropping onto his chest was anything but as Karvus thrust his hands out wide and to the ground.

“Drop it,” Karvus snarled, his bearded face fierce. Blood dripped on Silurian’s forehead from the gash on the emperor’s cheek.

Silurian tried to lurch sideways but he was no match for the brute’s strength.

“Silurian! Listen to him. He wants to help.”

Silurian scowled at the huge head glaring at him, daring him to try something foolish. “He wants to kill us, that’s what he wants.”

Melody knelt down by Silurian’s head. “Let him up, Emperor. He won’t attack you again.”

Silurian grunted, trying desperately to slip free of Karvus’ grasp.

“I’m having a hard time believing you, ma’am.”

“Ma’am?” Melody’s voice pitched higher than usual. “I’m no ma’am, I assure you of that.”

Karvus sneered and released Silurian’s support arm.

Silurian clutched the wrist of the hand Karvus used to pin the hand holding Soulbiter, but even with a free hand he wasn’t able to break Karvus’ iron grip.

“Truce, tough guy?” Karvus snarled.

Silurian wanted to spit in the man’s insolent face but thought better of it. There were chivalrous codes a man of valour didn’t break. Silurian rued the day he had taken his vows as a Knight of the Ivory Throne. If he hadn’t respected King Peter’s memory so much, he would’ve broken his vow right here. A dark thought he had hidden for years tried to resurface. Of a time long ago when his former self had done just that—broken that vow. He couldn’t allow himself to go down that path again. Instead, he nodded, not trusting himself to speak.

Karvus released him and stood, offering him a hand up, but he ignored it—rolling onto his side and getting up himself.

The two men glared death at each other.

“If you boys are done wrestling, I suggest you save your strength. Neither one of you is in any shape to be fighting. If we want to get out of here before the aquacats return, we should turn our attention to getting some more rest, hmm?”

Silurian’s sword hand went to St. Carmichael’s Blade’s pommel. The emperor flinched. Not enough to be seen by a casual observer but enough for Silurian to catch it.

The Kraidic Emperor was wary of him. That silent confirmation placated Silurian’s anger for the time being. He’d still rather dispense of the Kraidic warriors and not have to worry about them killing him in his sleep, but for some reason, Melody believed they were useful.

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