Holmberg, D K - The Lost Prophecy 02 - The Warrior Mage by Holmberg D K

Author:Holmberg, D K [Holmberg, D K]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: ASH Publishing
Published: 2017-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

Jakob sat in the middle of the massive clearing, the large central building looming nearby. It was early morning, and he had rested well, a dreamless sleep, and awoke hungry. Anda had greeted him and informed him that they would eat, leading him to the clearing.

Salindra sat next to him, saying little. Since joining them this morning, she had said very little. Brohmin spoke with one of the daneamiin who had escorted them to the city. He spoke quietly, but there was an agitated energy to him. Jakob wondered why that would be.

“What do you think he's talking about?” Jakob asked Salindra.

Salindra stared at Brohmin, her hands smoothing down her long cloak so that it covered her ankles, but Jakob didn't need to see the skin to remember the wound there. It seemed impossible to believe that Magi abilities could be stolen by the High Priest, but he couldn't deny the fact that Salindra seemed weaker, lessened in some ways, than the other Magi he had interacted with.

“We shouldn't be here,” Salindra said softly. “We’re not meant to visit these lands. What was Brohmin thinking?”

She said the last under her breath, but Jakob felt similar, thinking that they needed to get back to the other side of the valley, that whatever they needed from the trunk could be taken to where Novan and his Conclave could utilize it. That was the reason they were here. The reason they had made the journey had been all about bringing the trunk to Avaneam, but why? What was it about the trunk that needed to reach this place, and these people?

Brohmin finished whatever he was discussing with the daneamiin and joined them. He took a seat next to Salindra, touching her lightly on the wrist. As he did, Jakob noted the swirling energy around him shifting, curling toward Salindra's ankles where it created something almost like a barrier. A bandage of energy, he realized. As he placed it, Salindra's energy shifted, becoming more distinct.

Brohmin seem to notice Jakob watching and looked up with a sly smile on his face. “I find it interesting that you can see the ahmaean now.”

“I see… something like energy around you. I see it everywhere.” He waved his hand, motioning toward the trees, to the daneamiin, and then to Brohmin and Salindra. The energy surrounded everyone here.

Why should Jakob see this? What had changed for him that would allow him to suddenly be able to see this? He tried not to think about it too much, knowing that if he did, it would only bother him, make him realize that perhaps there was something wrong with him.

He had changed in the time since leaving Chrysia. Not only had he become more skilled with the sword—which was strange enough, especially given his previous level of skill—but he’d also started having visions, some that were so real that he thought he lived them.

His hand went to his shoulder where the spear had pierced him. That had been a vision, but that had been something more than imagined.

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