The Daughter of Danray: A Flowers of Prophecy Novel by Natalia Hernandez

Author:Natalia Hernandez [Hernandez, Natalia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2024-10-17T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 28

Rawl

“Rawlly,” his sister started, her voice laden with concern, but Rawl didn’t look up.

“Just do it,” he repeated.

After a moment, he heard shuffling. “Listo?” He heard Mila ask Andu.

There was no answer, but Rawl imagined the giant nodding.

Then there were sounds of movement, packs opening, papers rustling. At one point, there was a smell that reached him from across the room. Not unpleasant, but not one Rawl could identify. After what seemed an eternity of waiting, with his heart lodged in his throat and his stomach threatening to rebel the entire time, Mila and Andu began speaking.

No, chanting, Rawl realized. Despite himself, Rawl lifted his head. Across from him, Andu and Mila stood on either side of Alric, their hands linked in a circle around his prone form. At some point, Alric’s head had slumped forward, his hair covering his face. An intense, burning rage suddenly filled Rawl.

Why hadn’t they pushed his hair away from his face? Why had they not made him comfortable?

He stood without planning to, the instinct to rush across the room and stop the spell overwhelming every inch of his body. It trembled with the need to just make it stop.

But the desire to keep Alric alive, any part of him alive, was just too great.

The chanting intensified and, in an instant, Alric’s body snapped up, bending backwards like a bow, straining against his magical bonds. His dark hair whipped back from his face, and Rawl saw his eyes; completely red now, open and furious. Alric’s hands curled into the arms of the chair, clawing into the fabric like the talons of a great bird. His mottled veins bulged against his skin, and Rawl could see the corrupted magia rippling through them.

Alric let out an inhuman howl, the kind an animal makes when in undefinable pain.

“No,” Rawl rasped, but Alric’s own wailing drowned out his voice. Alric began to thrash. “No!” he cried out again, stumbling forward.

Mila and Andu raised their voices, shouting their chants over the screaming and convulsing mage.

“Stop it!” Rawl yelled, rushing towards them more quickly. He wasn’t sure what he intended to do, only that he needed to do something.

Just before he could reach his sister, Alric’s wailing abruptly stopped. The silence in the room was somehow more terrifying than the cacophony had been, and Rawl paused, suddenly unsure. Then he watched, horrified, as Alric’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and his body seemed to lift off of the chair, as far as the bonds would allow. Slowly, a thick red mist began floating up and around, slinking from his body. When Rawl looked closer, he saw that it seemed to be coming from Alric. The bulging veins and ancient, magical glyphs seemed to burn from his skin, a black-tinged, crimson vapor, the remnants of it. Burning, boiling, lifting from underneath his flesh, and disappearing into the ether.

Alric’s body, ravaged by the process, began convulsing. But Rawl dared not stop it now. Wide-eyed and gaping, he could

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