Lord Of The Freeborn (Book 7) by Ron Collins

Author:Ron Collins [Collins, Ron]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Skyfox Publishing
Published: 2015-02-15T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 10

Neuma marched through town, and approached the government center’s gate. Dorfort was burning around her, and Hezarin’s magic flared again and again.

A guard stood before her and before the gate, his battle axe gleaming in the light of fires.

“You can’t come in,” the guardsman said.

She channeled magic, and closed her fist. The man gave a choked sputter, and Neuma cast a blast that tore a hole in the foundation of the gate itself.

Snow crunched under her boots as she continued into the courtyard.

A satisfying murmur rose among the people as she strode across the manor yard. A guard raced over the expanse to report her presence. Neuma let him go. She was in no danger from the city’s guardsmen, and someone had to tell Garrick of her arrival—though her guess was the Garrick would sense it soon enough, regardless.

A rumbling came from the government center, a blast or pounding of some sort, she couldn’t tell which, but nothing else seemed to be happening, and she did not break stride. Two guardsmen stood in her way. Neuma spoke a word and threw them against the stone wall.

An aura of magic flared from the wall above.

It was a Torean mage, probably new to the craft from the rickety way he built his link. He had run from the building and now his startled face spoke delicious volumes.

Neuma cast blue flames that ripped through the evening with a thundering explosion. The young mage gave a terrified scream that was cut short. The rumbling faded and the dust of debris died down to leave the sight of a gaping hole ripped in the upper walkway of the center’s wall.

More Toreans filed into the area.

Two drew up short, and despite their surprise, prepared a spell that would knit their energy together.

Freeborn, she thought with derision.

Their mages would never be as strong as those of an order, and their attempts to cast in tandem were fanciful at best. Hezarin’s magic filled her. She built a shield, and smirked as Torean fire flowed around her. She was invincible to them, she thought. Untouchable. She sang with laughter and grinned with wild-eyed fury.

Neuma would destroy the Torean Freeborn today just as Garrick had done to her own Koradictines. She would bring the Freeborn to its knees, and then she would revel in watching as Hezarin destroyed Garrick himself.

The plane would be hers.

“Come and get what you deserve,” she yelled as prismatic lightning forked from her palms to splay across the courtyard with another thundering blast.

Voices rose across the pitch, the cries of children, screams of women, and the deeper groans of men. They were all the same, Neuma thought. Everyone was the same when fear overtook them. No cloaks. No veils.

The aroma of scorched wood and electric ozone came from everywhere at once, and the ground rocked with the force of her magic. She had them running now. She would rule them soon, and with Hezarin beside her, she would be unstoppable.

A Torean cast fire.

Her ball of flame met it in a mid-air explosion that caused windows to rattle.

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