Tales Of Nevaeh: The Trilogy and Backstory of the Epic Sci-Fi Fantasy Series Tales Of Nevaeh: (The 4 Book Bundled Box Set) by Wind David

Author:Wind, David [Wind, David]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: DMW
Published: 2016-04-24T04:00:00+00:00

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Morning came faster than Areenna wanted, as Gaalrie woke her from a disturbing dream with a warning cry. She opened her eyes and looked around before realizing it was the dream Gaalrie had reacted to, not any danger.

She slowed her breathing. Everything was as it had been last night. Morning light brightened the short tunnel leading to the outside. Enough light filtered in to illuminate Mikaal.

As she studied him, his chest rose and fell smoothly. She reached out using her mind-touch and found his body relaxed. She sensed no pain. Then she remembered her dream and why she had been so disturbed. She had been reliving the ambush and attack of the wolf creatures.

Lying there, she realized she had failed in protecting them by not finding a way to use the powers she had been given. She was responsible for what had happened to him.

You are wrong, came Mikaal’s sharp thought, breaking into her concentration.

Wrong? Of course I am not. If I had used my abilities, if only to shield us properly—

—to do what?

To stop them from reaching us. To protect us.

You are not thinking straight. These were not spirits created by the Black Witch; they were animals, mutated animals, living things, not projections of her dark magic. She controlled their minds. Nevertheless, they bled and died at our hands. You have told me often enough that a shielding can stop magic but rarely flesh and blood.

I should have found a way to use my abilities. I have the powers.

Perhaps. Mikaal’s next thoughts seemed louder than words. She had shielded them from your weapon. Areenna, we did what was necessary. They came at us fast, we chose to fight, and we survived. That’s what matters, nothing else. You did not cause this. You did nothing wrong!

“Then why do I feel like I have?” she snapped.

He smiled at her and sat up. “Because you are Areenna, daughter of Nosaj, King of Freemorn. And you have no choice… you were born to be this way, born and taught responsibility for others.”

“And you know this for a fact?” she challenged.

His smile stayed in place when he said, “absolutely.”

Before she could reply, Gaalrie screamed and dove toward the side of the cavern. A loud squeal resounded when she struck whatever she had attacked. Areenna flew from the sleeping silks, grabbing the knife that laid within reach and raced to where Gaalrie was fighting.

Behind her, Mikaal tried to do the same but could not rise quickly as the pain ripped through his shoulder. He squinted into the hazy dimness of the cavern and saw Areenna reach Gaalrie and bend. She stood, holding a large traat by its tail. The rodent was dead and Gaalrie was off again, chasing another of the rodents.

Rising slowly, and not bothering to put on his tunic yet, he went to where Areenna stood. He followed her gaze to the ice-packed carcass of the Tarq. “They feasted, eh?” Mikaal asked.

“They did. I will have to hunt again.”

While he did not like the thought of her going without him, he knew he was not yet strong enough.

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