Sorcerer (The Mage Saga Book 3) by Ken Warner

Author:Ken Warner [Warner, Ken]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Vibrant Circle Books LLC
Published: 2022-05-26T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen: The Cult of Nyro

As Syllith watched in horror, the monks moved away from the dead girl, leaving through a door on either side of the chamber. The lead monk cast some sort of spell that seemed to close the girl’s wound. One of the others remained, now carrying a staff. He called air, lifting the girl off the table and moving her toward the pathway leading away from the rear of the chamber.

But at that moment, Syllith realized that the other monks were climbing steps up to her balcony. She pressed herself against the rear wall, holding her breath to remain silent as they passed into the front of the building. Once they were gone, Syllith hurried down one of the stairways.

The lead monk and his assistant were partway down the trail, the girl suspended eerily before them. Syllith crept along behind them, careful not to make a sound. The pathway rounded a curve, first one way, then the other, ending at a sheer cliff face. The lead monk held out his wand, casting a spell that Syllith didn’t recognize, and a metal door appeared. He spoke another incantation, and the door swung open. The girl floated through the opening, and the monks followed. Syllith rushed to catch up, worried they’d close the door behind them, but they left it open.

Reaching the doorway, she saw that they were moving through a tunnel into the mountain. The lead monk had called fire to light the way. Syllith followed cautiously, painfully aware of every tiny sound echoing off the walls.

They walked for almost twenty minutes before Syllith spotted a light up ahead. The monks moved the girl out of the passage and she lost sight of them. Creeping up to the tunnel’s end, Syllith saw that there was a ledge beyond, perhaps thirty feet across, overlooking the land of Pytha beyond. The barrier the elves had put in place crackled with energy. It protected the drop-off from the ledge and blocked the way into Pytha.

The monks lay the girl on the ground, only feet from the barrier, and each kneeled before her. The leader held out his wand, and his assistant his staff, and together they began chanting a spell unlike anything Syllith had heard before. Most spells were formed by sound, not using actual words. But the monks spoke in some foreign tongue. For a moment, Syllith wondered if it was merely a religious chant of some kind, but then something started happening to the girl’s body. It seemed to be dissolving; droplets streamed away from it, merging into the barrier.

Syllith didn’t understand what was happening, but within minutes, the girl’s body had disappeared, apparently becoming part of the barrier. And suddenly, there was a moaning sound, and the boundary reverberated with it. There was a small earthquake, and lightning danced along the barrier’s surface. The monks looked up, focusing on something only they could see.

“Yes, my goddess,” the leader said, bowing his head.

The moaning and lightning subsided, and the monks stood up, heading back toward the passage.

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