The Crystal Heart by Blake R. Wolfe

Author:Blake R. Wolfe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: epic fantasy, young adult fantasy, action adventure fantasy, dragon crystal magic fallen god, the crystalline chronicles, blake r wolfe
Publisher: Blake R. Wolfe
Published: 2022-07-23T00:00:00+00:00

Fifteen

Before dawn came the wind shifted and brought the smoke to the top of the wold. Dusk found it hard to breathe as they stood around their cart, weapons ready, waiting for the murderers that were headed their way. They’d spent a long time watching the torches travel across the plains and when it became clear that they were going to climb the hill and head directly for the camp, they went back to the cart. At first Dusk thought they would run, making their way toward Birchwood in the darkness. But, as Tara explained, the down was too steep, the cliffs too treacherous, and they stood a better chance of survival standing their ground rather than wandering in the pitch darkness. As much as he hated it, he knew she was right. Together they circled up, taking positions so that they could keep watch and hide if anyone came within sight. They hoped to avoid a fight all together if they could.

The dawn came cold and foggy from the smoke. The entire wood was plunged into a gray haze that made it almost impossible to see much more than a few feet. Heavy smoke settled into the forest as the breeze completely died. All Dusk could smell over the haze was Maribel’s flowery scent that seemed to be the only thing that could drive it away. He expected to hear the sounds of animals as the forest came to life for the day, but everything was silent. With shirts and dampened spare fabric wrapped over their mouths, the group stood their ground. Even Nedarya had her sword drawn, staring into the fog, her normal innocent look replaced by one of concentration and malice. To Dusk it looked as if she was itching for a fight, her blade thirsty for blood. The gleam in her eyes was unmistakable. After being murdered and resurrected by the same man, Dusk found it hard to blame her. As much as he didn’t want to admit it to himself or anyone else, killing had brought him some strange solace on their journey. It felt good to defend himself, even if it resulted in the deaths of his pursuers. At the very least, it provided a way to release stress.

A twig snapped in the distance and all four of them turned at once to face the noise. From out of the haze stepped a figure cloaked in black. Dusk felt his heart drop. When the bar maiden had mentioned villages being burned to the ground he’d had a single thought as to who might do such a thing, but hadn’t mentioned it. He thought it couldn’t be possible that they were so close again, like they somehow always seemed to be. But as the figure stepped forward and pulled back his hood, revealing the ashen gray skin on his face, he knew it was true. Somehow the Circle had found them again.

“Quite the slippery little wench aren’t you?” the man growled, his eyes fixed on Nedarya.

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