The Call of the Sylvana by Peter Wacht

Author:Peter Wacht [Wacht, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kestrel Media Group, LLC
Published: 2019-05-03T22:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Darkbane

The tall, black unicorn stood before him, holding itself with a dignity rarely seen in any other creature. The unicorn examined Thomas, weighing him with its eyes. Thomas stared back, amazed by the wisdom of the ages held there. The unicorn nodded quickly, the strong muscles rippling in its neck. The movement resembled one of Rynlin’s nods of approval. Ever so slowly the unicorn bent its head until its jet-black horn stopped only inches from Thomas’ chest.

Thomas marveled at the design of the creature’s horn, fascinated by the spiral that began at the base where it sat atop the unicorn’s head to where it ended as a sharp point. A jolt of recognition shot through him. The carving on the necklace he wore, the one his grandfather gave him during his escape from the Crag. He had forgotten about it, but now it all came flooding back to him. As the unicorn’s horn edged closer, the necklace changed from warm to hot, as the carving it held responded to the proximity of the natural magic within the black stallion’s horn.

Cautiously, Thomas extended his fingers toward the ebony horn. When he was just about to touch it, he drew his fingers back, still unsure of what would happen next. Had he passed the judgment, or was this simply the final step for failing? Thomas banished the thought from his mind. The unicorn recognized his hesitation and whinnied softly. Taking it as encouragement to continue, Thomas slowly stretched out his fingers until they lightly touched the tip of the unicorn’s horn. With that one touch the flurry of emotions, images and thoughts that surged through the contact almost consumed him. The inside of his skull felt like it was going to explode, but thankfully the stream of consciousness became more manageable. All of Thomas’ memories, all of his thoughts and beliefs, even all of his secrets and fears, mixed with those of the unicorn.

Thomas felt the bond taking shape. He imagined it to be a thin cord of steel slowly tying itself around himself and the black unicorn standing before him. The coil of steel had a life of its own, twisting and turning according to the instructions of a voice that only it could hear in such a way that the knot could never become unraveled. As the minutes slowly passed the cord of steel increased in size. It began with the thickness of a piece of hair, until it was almost as thick as his wrist.

Pictures flew through Thomas’ mind at a dizzying pace. He quickly realized that this magnificent creature was actually several hundred years old. In the next memory he was able to decipher, the unicorn galloped toward a small group of Ogren and Shades, its head lowered and its horn sticking out like a lance, with the Breaker in the background. Thomas felt the steed’s pleasure in its charge, and the rush of adrenaline as it crashed into the dark creatures, its rider laying about with a huge two-handed sword.

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