The Seven: The Lost Tale of Dellerin by Robert J Power

Author:Robert J Power [Power, Robert J]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DePaor Press
Published: 2019-10-23T16:00:00+00:00

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Day Four

“I didn’t want this,” Mallum growled, watching the young weaver circling him like prey attempting to turn the table on a vicious predator.

It was no contest, and Eralorien thought his apprentice reckless and heroic. Heartbreak made any man do foolish things.

Iaculous let loose a fireball that matched his rage. His body should have burned to nothing in that moment, but there was no sizzle of skin or stench of burned flesh. Eralorien felt the swelling power flow from his apprentice, which he knew had always been there. The fireball flew, and Mallum caught it as though it were little more than sport. He held the ball for a moment in his fingers as though examining its potency before crushing it so that it fizzled away to nothing.

“You are strong,” Mallum said and flicked his wrist swiftly. He lifted Iaculous a few feet into the air like a wooden puppet in a seasonal fair. With his other hand, he lifted a long oak bench and brought both floating apparitions together with a sickening thud.

Eralorien heard a shrill cry as they impacted, only to see his apprentice fall limp amid blood and broken bones. Everything became clear. Each of them would die upon this misadventure. Perhaps all of them this very night.

“As you wish,” Mallum said to no one, touching the crystal at his chest.

Eralorien almost cried out for Cherrie’s terrible torment, but he remained silent. His opponent was too fearsome. He had tried and failed, so why try again?

“That’s the feeble spirit,” the voice mocked, and Eralorien hissed it to silence. How long had the voice been in his head? At least a year. Ever since he had learned of his health, he believed. He swallowed his cowardice and bested its mocking.

“Why did you take her soul?” he asked Mallum. He hobbled over towards the dark weaver looking as intimidating as a Blue Lillium Flutterbye. He did it for Cherrie. Everything he had ever done was for Cherrie. He wished he had told her long ago.

Mallum did not answer, and why should he? Giving any reason other than the obvious would have been a lie. All souls trapped were colossal stores of energy, but a soul stolen while the body lived was a fathomless well. Killing Arielle was one diabolical act, but trapping her soul while her body still took a breath was evil. She would never know peace. Her torment would be ceaseless. All weavers of the source knew this.

“Do you really want to continue this fight, old man?” Mallum bent down beside the unconscious Iaculous. Eralorien feared he would slit his throat, but instead, he ran his finger down his face. “He really looks like me,” he said, sniffing in disgust.

“Please set the girl’s soul free and let her body die,” Eralorien pleaded.

Mallum suddenly gripped the pendant and all light from it dimmed again. “She wanted to say goodbye to him, but he’s sleeping, and it’s a better thing for us all.” He released the grip. The crystal glimmered and shone brightly like a star in his grasp.

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