Holmberg, D K - The Chain Breaker 03 - The Fates of Yoran by Holmberg D K

Author:Holmberg, D K [Holmberg, D K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2020-12-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

If Gavin needed any proof that the strange smoke was something magical, that was it. The smoke swirled along the street, moving quickly, as if it were something alive. He’d never seen anything quite like it before. There was a soft energy within the smoke, though he didn’t know if what he saw was real or not. Did he imagine it?

The smoke slithered along the street, heading directly toward a young couple making their way along the edge of the forest.

When it struck them, they both collapsed.

Gavin leaned forward, prepared to try to help, when he saw them twitching.

It was the same thing that had happened to the constables.

He started forward, as his mind managed to catch up with what was happening.

The smoke drifted toward him.

It wasn’t just his imagination. It seemed as if the smoke were actually chasing him.

He debated which way he could go. If he headed along the street, he’d be caught between the two strange streams of smoke. That left only one other option: going into Jaren Forest.

Which might be exactly what the Fate wanted.

Balls.

He slowly backed into the trees. The outskirts were not nearly as mystical as the depths. There were areas of the forest that were incredibly strange, almost as if the forest itself tried to pull someone in. When he’d dealt with the sorcerer chasing Cyran, he hadn’t known whether that feeling came from the sorcerer or from the forest. Maybe both.

He sheathed the El’aras dagger and pulled out the sword. He paused a moment, looking around him. No sign of the strange smoke.

“Wrenlow?”

There was silence from the other side of the enchantment. Wrenlow had been there only a moment before, and that he’d suddenly gone silent suggested something worrisome.

“Wrenlow?”

As before, there were no sounds from the other side of the enchantment.

Gavin gripped the sword, glancing down. The blade glowed softly, though he wasn’t sure if it had been glowing the entire time he’d had it unsheathed or if it had only just started.

He would loop around. If nothing else, he could use the forest to conceal himself.

Gavin jogged through the trees, keeping low. There wasn’t a path. Anything he did now would be creating his own path, and as he wound through the trunks, Gavin searched for anyplace he might be able to hide.

Every so often, he felt a presence near him. He wasn’t sure if that presence was the smoke or some other magical entity. The first time he felt it, he thought he was detecting something in the forest, but there wasn’t anything else when he paused. The second time he felt it, Gavin realized that what he detected was real. By the time he felt it again, he no longer knew what to make of it. He moved more carefully, sweeping the sword around in an arc as he moved through the forest.

There wasn’t anything. Only his racing heart.

The smoke had followed him into Cyran’s home. It hadn’t attacked him, though it had followed him. That seemed significant, only Gavin wasn’t entirely sure why.

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