Dealings in the Council of Avalhein…
Chapter 15
The wind that rarely stirred in Malleithen was now howling through the streets of Avalhein, stirring up clouds of dust that blotted out the sun. It had been howling like that ever since the sun reached its apex. The Dark One’s hold was strengthening and even Malleithen, with its magical barriers, was succumbing.
Geirrha roused herself from her sleep, the soft rugs were so alluring, but sleeping wasn’t really what she needed. She had to calm herself after a vision so enthralling yet so disturbing at the same time. Plying her craft, she opened the door to the balcony outside her room and let the wind come in.
A nick was all it took to draw blood. A nick was all it took to wound an Eternal. Oh how Oath had snarled at her for that. She dropped the blood into her throat and she savored the metallic taste flowing down it.
Again, the vision filled her eyes and she wanted to vomit. She slowly sat on her haunches, claws clicking on the golden-wreathed marble. Memories from another life, from another world, from another time… They were what ruled her dreams now.
Oath bit back an array of curses and yelled at her. "You fool! You blasted, accursed fool! Let the Fayett take me for all I care, you are a fool!"
Oath bit back an array of curses and yelled at her. "You fool! You blasted, accursed fool! Let the Fayett take me for all I care, you are a fool!"
The Fayett? That wasn’t in her dream before. She suddenly saw a large beast with a feathered crest that looked like the fabled dragons. His wings were wide and leathery, his eyes cerulean and carried the knowledge of ages. No name came to her, but rather, a myriad of scents and images. He was ”Red Fang”
She had only smiled then. After all, if you could make a god, or at least someone close to that, bleed. You wouldn't believe they were gods anymore. The next day, she had tried if her powers were magnified. Her magic definitely wasn't.
She had only smiled then. After all, if you could make a god, or at least someone close to that, bleed. You wouldn't believe they were gods anymore. The next day, she had tried if her powers were magnified. Her magic definitely wasn't.
“Someone close to a God? Was this Oath one of the Astrailun?” The questions echoed in Geirrha’s mind even as the vision ravaged it. Her tail was whipping about randomly and she heard a distant thud. She knew the door had been ripped off its hinges.
She was about to give up when she saw something in the back of her mind. A lump of pulsating red light. She pushed at it and it pushed back. When she embraced it, though, it filled her veins with ecstasy and before the hour was done, a new continent filled her vision. She wanted to laugh oh so much.
She was about to give up when she saw something in the back of her mind. A lump of pulsating red light. She pushed at it and it pushed back. When she embraced it, though, it filled her veins with ecstasy and before the hour was done, a new continent filled her vision. She wanted to laugh oh so much.
That last part induced so much ecstasy in Geirrha that she fell to the ground. The taste of the massive power that she had taken in her vision was pleasure unparalleled.
She waited for another flash, but nothing came. She breathed in relief, but not only that, she sighed at the loss. When power was in your grasp, it was hard to just let go.
In the continent of Galaria, as the waves smashed against the docks of the port city that served as the Human’s capital. A young boy in tattered clothes ran in the streets, bumping commoner and noble alike.
He was a break from the normally naked peasant children that ran in the docks, but he was as good as one of them. When next he stopped, he emptied his pockets on a table and their spilled contents glittered in the candlelight. A gruff old man smiled menacingly in the darkness. “Very good, very good…”
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