Songs of the Eternal Past- Complete Trilogy by C S Vass

Author:C S Vass [Vass, C S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-20T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

“Gods, not now!” Fiona’s head was swimming as she fearfully anticipated what was to come next. The moon shone above her, full and colorless, a massive dead orb in the sky.

“You’ve done very well so far, Fiona,” the Beast said. She turned and observed his terrible red eyes and wolf-like nose. “The last time just getting you here nearly killed you. You seem to be adjusting to my world quite nicely.”

“I’m in the middle of something!” Fiona said. “Can’t this wait?”

“I don’t wait for humans,” the Beast said with a terrible smile. “Not now, not ever. But you needn’t worry. To them this is just the blink of an eye.” There was a curved sword in his hand, almost comically large. It was clearly meant to be a two-handed greatsword, a huge one at that meant for a giant of a man, but the Beast held it confidently in his right hand alone.

“This is the phase where most people simply give out. Their minds and bodies can’t take it and they either go insane or die. But that doesn’t seem to be the case with you. I’m surprised. Pleasantly, of course. But we still have a long way to go. You haven’t faced your fears yet.”

“What is it that you want from me?” she demanded. A blast of icy wind rushed through her bones, but it was like no wind that she had ever experienced. There was a moaning noise to it, almost like a chorus of whispers.

“Always demanding answers. You only have to look to yourself. You’re the one who summoned me. I don’t know what we’re going to have to do with you if I have to remind you of that every time we meet. Now try to calm down, okay. There’s important work to do.”

“Like what?”

“Like survive.”

He lunged at her sweeping the curved blade in a massive arc that would have cleaved her in two at the waist if Fiona hadn’t dropped to the ground. “Good!” the Beast roared, his red eyes shining like rubies.

“You’re insane!”

“You’re weak! You don’t have the strength of body to control the manjeko, or the strength of mind to understand it. But the manjeko does not operate on the convenience of your human limitations. You ask the blessing of an ancient magic, a magic that in some instances surpasses the abilities of the gods themselves. Such powers are not handed out like candy to children. You must fight for them, honor them, even die for them if necessary. But of course you don’t understand. Perhaps I can only show you.”

He launched himself at her again, only this time she had her blade out to meet him. Their swords clashed together in midair, his horizontal in a slash, hers vertical to defend. The force of the blow sent her sliding on the snowy ground in a half circle, but despite the power behind the attack Fiona maintained her footing.

She needed to find some sort of weakness. Normally an opponent with such a

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