NiDemon by Cormier Shawn P

Author:Cormier, Shawn P.
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pine View Press
Published: 2005-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

Ilien awoke to darkness. Night had settled around him, the sky above a blank void. The cold stone beneath him pressed painfully into his back, and an eerie stillness muffled his breathing. He attempted to stretch but couldn't move.

What's happening? he thought, his mouth unable to form the words. Panic welled within him. The last thing he remembered was falling asleep warm and happy.

No! He'd been running, running from that horrible black creature, the creature that had pretended to be Kink. It all came back to him. He fought to move but couldn't. He lay paralyzed, numb as stone, his eyes wide and frantic in the darkness. He blinked, and became aware of a chilling sound.

Slow, heavy breathing.

The black-tongued centipede! It was near!

The breathing grew louder until it was almost in his ear. Ilien jerked his eyes to the side. The darkness revealed nothing. He thought frantically, what can I do? He remembered the wutzit stone. It had saved him from the Nephalim, had repelled the black-tongued creature before. It was there, still in his hand. He could feel it. He willed it to help him, pleaded for it to awaken once more.

His fingers began to tingle. A stunning warmth radiated up his lifeless arm, casting a pale luminescence as it went. Soon, his right arm shined like a hot yellow ingot. The light pushed back the darkness.

An intake of breath like a sharp hiss sounded in Ilien's ear, and the breathing retreated. The glow spread to Ilien's shoulders, across to his other arm and down his body toward his legs. Still he could not move, but he could feel the magical warmth of the stone's power loosening the icy grip that held him. He heard a grunt, then heavy feet. The breathing drew closer. The creature was attacking before the wutzit stone could free him!

"Ilien!" cried a stony voice. A giant face hovered over him. It was Anselm! The Giant knelt beside him. "You're safe. The Nephalim is gone. It can't harm you. Lie still." Anselm watched the glow of the wutzit stone as it spread down Ilien's legs.

"No! There is another demon here!" breathed Ilien. "It followed me. It followed me back here."

"No, Ilien," said Anselm. "It was only a dream. I pulled you from the river. You've been near death for two days. You're safe. Lie still." He reached out to touch Ilien's forehead. "There is magic working here. Something returned you from death's door. Keep still while it lasts."

Ilien sat up. "Listen to me! Something has returned with me, something horrible."

The glow that spread down Ilien's legs halted at his boots. The power of the wutzit stone pressed forward, then shrank back. Ilien's feet remained cloaked in shadows. A deathly cold grew in them, and Ilien grabbed at Anselm's arm. "It's there," he whispered, remembering the tiny centipede on the rock beside the pool. He cried out and fell back, his legs immovable. "Anselm! My feet, they burn with cold! It's in my boots!"

Anselm reached for Ilien's boots, intent on ripping them off, but a blinding yellow flash blasted him to the ground.

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