Mystics on the Mountain: An Epic Fantasy Adventure (Riders of Dark Dragons Book 1) by C.K. Rieke

Author:C.K. Rieke [Rieke, C.K.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crimson Cro Publishing
Published: 2020-02-25T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Two

Amuffled voice crept into existence like a dream. It was soft and faint, holding a delicate echo as it repeated a single word in the darkness. The word drifted around his mind like a long-lasting spell, containing something important in that one word that rippled like rolling water.

It was then he heard the voice clearer; from a familiar friend. She repeated the word over and over, as he felt a thumping motion on his thigh.

“Stone,” she said again, louder now.

Stone’s eyelids peaked open, and a pounding headache drove them back to close again in pain.

“He’s waking,” he heard Adler say.

“Stone,” said Ceres, again he felt the thumping on his thigh. It was her, he could tell, but it wasn’t by her hand, no, it was hard bone like that of a knee.

“Yes, yes,” Stone said, not remembering quite what had happened, or where they were. That was until he tried to take his hands up to hold both sides of his seething head, but could not. His eyes opened wide, and he tried to get his hands out from behind him, but he glanced over to Ceres to see what he feared was true: they were all bound with their hands tied behind them with strong, fibrous rope.

“Stone,” said Ceres, her green eyes were open wide, with her straight blond hair framing the worry in them. “You’re awake finally.”

“Where are we?” he asked. “How long was I out?”

“A few hours.” Adler sighed. “That little-dicked bastard snuck up behind ya while you were distracted with fighting the big fella. Cracked you on the side of the head, he did. Coward.”

“They hurt you, Ceres?” Stone asked.

“Nothin’ too serious,” she said. “Got tossed about, and my neck’s still sore, but I’ll live… hopefully.”

“How are we going to get out of here?” Stone asked. To their backs was a canvas flap, as they were stuffed into a tent that stood less than six-feet tall. A single candle flickered within the tan tent, and they were sitting on wet grass. Stone’s face was wet on his right side, and his hair burned with an itch he couldn’t scratch. “Where is it?” His bound hands flew to his hip to find nothing there.

“They took our swords,” Adler said with his head slunk.

“We can run,” Stone said. “Surely we’re faster than them. Our legs aren’t bound.”

“Possibly,” Ceres said, shushing at him for him to lower his voice. “They’re right outside.” She whispered in his ear then. “They’re listening.” It was dark outside of the tent. Night had fallen, and an owl hooted loudly overhead. “We could try to run. But they warned us if we tried, we’d be beaten and really tied up.”

“We’ve got to try,” Stone whispered. “We’ve got to get to the mountains, we promised her. We don’t have time to be taken to Dranne.” He paused and thought for a moment. “Where is Dranne?”

“To the east,” Adler said softly, but his words resounded awfully in Stone’s mind.

“Absolutely not,” Stone said, far louder than he should have.

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