The Crystal Bridge (The Lost Shards Book 1) (28 page)

Hasla smiled a wide, cruel smile. “I am always kind, dear Evandrel.”
Kaden watched her lope gracefully off into the forest. “Oh crap, are we running again?”
Evandrel didn’t answer, but raced off after Hasla. Kaden growled to himself and sprinted, praying the two elves would take it easier on him this time.
Hours later Kaden coughed up his breakfast while leaning against a tree. “This is getting old.”
“Humans are slow.” But Hasla didn’t sneer it this time, just stated it like a well-known fact.
Kaden nodded his head. “Compared to you two, a cheetah is slow.”
“A what?”
Evandrel chuckled. “I have learned to stop asking.”
Hasla and Evandrel kept giving each other furtive glances. Kaden couldn’t help but laugh when he caught them again.
“That’s at least the tenth time I’ve seen you two try not to look at each other while practically staring. You gonna start dating now or what?”
Hasla snorted. “That is none of your business, human, Prophet or not.”
“That might be true, but I’m stuck with you two on this trip to see the really, really old elves. I might as well be entertained.”
“The Ancients are neither elves nor Sidra. And you should find your entertainment elsewhere.” Hasla flitted off ahead of them while Kaden straightened next to his tree.
Evandrel shook his head as Kaden joined him and they began walking in the general direction Hasla had gone. “Are human women this frustrating?”
Kaden laughed again, louder. “Oh yeah, I think that’s universal across all species.”
Evandrel smiled as he stepped around a bush that Kaden recognized. He remembered wading through one earlier, dark green leaves glistening.
“Universal? I like that word. Throughout all matter. I believe you are correct.”
“So…are you dating?” Kaden flinched at the look Evandrel gave him. “I know. None of my business. I was just thinking of Aren.”
“Are you two dating as you call it? Forgive the intrusion if it is also none of my business.” Evandrel half bowed as he walked. He’d been overly polite since the meeting with the Elders.
“You know I’m not the prophet, right?”
“Ah…I know that you do not believe yourself to be so. Since you also answered my question with another question, I must infer that Aren is none of my business. I apologize.”
“No. She’s just…I don’t know. I just met her. I’d like to date her once we get home.
If
we get home. But, really, I’m not this prophet. I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving as soon as we find Aren.”
Evandrel reached out a hand, blindingly fast, but gentle as it landed on his shoulder. “I know this is your plan. I must trust the Eldest though and trust that the Ancients may change your mind. Much can happen before we find your girl.”
Hasla slipped back into their company with silent footsteps. “We are getting close.”
Kaden jumped at the sound of her voice. “Holy Hasla! Can you walk a little louder, clomp around a bit, for the sake of my heart?”
“No. That would not be very elf-like.” She enjoyed playing with the term since she’d made Kaden explain it. “An elf is always silent and nimble.” Her laughter echoed through the forest and birds took up mimicry, carrying her laughter out for miles.
Then the birds went silent.
Evandrel held up a hand and they all froze. The Sidra closed his eyes and hummed to himself for a few seconds. When he opened them again, ice formed around Kaden’s heart at the shock and fear that were written on his face.
“What is it?”
“Hush, we are not alone!” He whispered but his voice came out sharp and commanding. “We run.”
Kaden dashed after the elves who had practically disappeared from the space they’d occupied a second earlier. A black arrow slammed into a tree trunk next to him with a crack like thunder. He ran faster.
He could see them now, figures in black twining in and out of the forest faster than any human. Another arrow whistled by his face and shattered a branch where his head had been a moment ago, raining him in shards of sharp, dry wood.
Evandrel chanted in front of him and Kaden felt certain his words might have just saved his life.
How long can he keep it up?
A shout came from his left and Kaden almost fell. He caught a glimpse of Hasla with a knife dripping black, but then she slipped behind foliage again.
He almost fell again when she appeared at his side. “Too many. We are going to die.” The matter of fact tone she spoke in did little to comfort Kaden.
The tether came to his mind, glowing escape at his fingertips. He held it as he ran, uncertain whether to run home again. “Aren’t we close to where the Ancients live?”
Evandrel spoke over his shoulder as if he weren’t running for his life at breakneck speeds over uncertain terrain. “Yes. I can smell them on the air, but too far away to save us.”
“Shouldn’t you be chanting?” Kaden yelled back. The elf simply grinned back at him and then kept running.
“I have done what I can to protect us. They will counter my magic soon.”
“Not as soon as you think. Your words are strong, stronger than any I have felt.” There was awe in Hasla’s voice.
Three arrows flew past, missing them by inches before vanishing into the forest.
“You are correct though. Your powers are impressive, but not enough to keep us alive for more than minutes.” She looked at Kaden. “We have failed the Prophet.”
Kaden shook his head. “I’m not the Prophet!” The tether came to his mind again.
I could just leave.
“How far do we have to go?”
Hasla pointed. Steep peaks and terraced cliffs rose out of the forest like Aztec pyramids. They looked older than time, weighted with years that Kaden couldn’t count. Their craggy gray peaks thrust out of the unending green like they didn’t belong to this world, as though they’d been dropped from the sky by some massive hand or pushed up from below by a great force.
Kaden’s heart sank.
It is too far.
An arrow slammed into his shoulder and he rolled through brush and thorns before thudding into a boulder that had been hidden by years of moss. His vision blurred, but he saw the blue-gray face hover over his, an inhuman sneer on the perfect features.
Kaden reached a hand out as yellow flickered around him. His Egg distracted the creature long enough for Hasla’s blade to find its black heart. The dark elf gurgled black blood onto Kaden’s face before collapsing to his side. Hasla took Kaden’s outstretched hand and pulled him to his feet and then they were running again.
The pain tore through his shoulder and raced down his veins in all directions. It felt cold and distant.
Poison?
Where’s Evandrel?
The hand in his felt warm and dry even though his was covered in sweat and some sticky red liquid his brain couldn’t identify.
Must have rolled through a berry bush.
Hasla’s hand pulled him on, kept him running even when he forgot what they were running from.
“I just want to lie down, Hasla. Let me lie down.”
“Shut up, human! Evandrel did not sacrifice himself so you could give up.” She hissed it, spitting as she spoke, and pulled harder on his hand.
Kaden nodded. “What? No, he can’t do that.”
“It is too late to stop him. Fool.”
Kaden didn’t know who she referred to, but couldn’t ask. Numbness spread through his chest. His tongue felt heavy. He slipped on wet stone, but she caught him, her eyes flashing in the firelight that flickered in the dark cave.
Wait? Firelight? Cave?
He slurred it out, “Fur elbs.”
“Yes, the fire elves. The Sidra A’Edane. Here they are now.”
Five Sidra stepped from the darkness. They looked very much like their tree dwelling cousins, long slender limbs and sharp features. Their eyes easily set them apart though, large fiery red irises flecked with gold. Their skin held a scaly iridescent quality, rainbow colors splitting from their amber skin in the torchlight.
They took up defensive positions, eyeing Kaden with obvious malice and giving Hasla suspicious glances, her dark hair and bluish skin tone too similar to their old enemy. The Sidra liquid tongue filled the air.
Kaden, surprised each time by the beauty of the Sidra language, staggered to the cold floor. Hasla let him fall and stepped forward. She spoke in English.
“I am Hasla so’a Hirreem. Evandrel da’a Losel is outside fighting the Tyninian threat that has returned to us once more. We are Light Bringers. Help him.”
The fire elves looked back and forth amongst themselves. Kaden started to think that maybe they didn’t speak English, but Hasla didn’t repeat herself in any other language.
Finally, the tallest of the welcoming party stepped forward. “I am Gelsadim da’a Rashi, a Torch Bearer.” He turned to the other four. “Go.”
They ran from the cave.
Gelsadim nodded at Kaden. “The human will not be welcome here.”
Hasla snarled. “We are all Light Bringers, including the human child, and messengers for the Sidra A’Keitane. We have been sent to consult with the Ancients.”
Gelsadim’s mouth fell open. Kaden would have laughed at the unusual facial expression on a Sidra if he’d been able to feel his mouth.
“Net a schild.”
Hasla scowled down at him. “Yes you are. Be content I did not call you an
infant
.”
Gelsadim closed his mouth and shrugged. “You have been warned. Do you have a token?”
Hasla handed over a small branch. When the fire elf touched it, the branch burst into flame in his hand and Kaden thought he heard whispers in the Sidra tongue as it crackled and burned. A strong scent of scorched pine filled the air. Gelsadim handed the branch back to Hasla, the fire falling away, leaving the branch untouched.
Gelsadim raised an eyebrow at Kaden. “The Eldest would have us believe this drooling boy is Cathal?”
Evandrel staggered into the cave, trailing three of the welcoming committee, his voice sounding clearer and more confident than he looked. “She would, but we hope the Ancients will verify this to be true.”
Gelsadim spat. The spittle landed next to Kaden and then burst into flame, sending Kaden scrambling back, before it dissipated. “You risk your life for this human. To take one of his kind into the Den of The Ancients is to invite their wrath down upon you all. Where is Opalin?”
Evandrel shook his head. “Dead. She took out four of the Tyninians before they overwhelmed her. I owe her family a life debt, but I must repay another first.” He glanced at Kaden.
Gelsadim snarled and spat another sizzling glob at the stone wall. “Wasted! She has no family and you will all be joining her soon enough. You can repay her there.”
Hasla answered. “We will survive. Cathal is with us.” Kaden thought she sounded like she was trying to convince herself.
Hands pulled Kaden to his feet. He could barely see now, but he fell in line behind Evandrel and Hasla as they walked deeper inside the cliffs they’d seen in the distance. He didn’t have as much faith in his role as his companions, but he didn’t have the strength to argue.
Aren’s still lost out there and these elves are my best chance of finding her. I hope the Ancients are nicer than they’re being made out to be.
Chapter 28: Abandonment Subroutines
J
ames felt them watching him, eyes down every hallway. It didn’t help that the computer kept announcing how many cameras were trained on him and what systems Vander had put to use in tracking his movements throughout Omegaphil’s maze.
Thanks, PC. Very helpful
.
He stepped into his quarters past the hydraulic doors and fell face first on his bed.
In here, Vander only tracks your terminal usage and messaging
.
Well at least I have some relative peace and privacy at home…if it weren’t for you in my head.
Yes. Vander seems to be unaware that I am helping you fly below the radar. That is a term you use, correct?
I wish you’d stop picking through my brain for nice tidbits to add to your conversational skills.
I’m still attempting to extricate myself, but have continued to be unsuccessful. I don’t intend to take your words or thoughts. They keep bleeding through.
I know. I’m sorry…and I’m apologizing to a computer yet again! Can you give me a few minutes to myself so I can get some rest?
Of course, James. Do you want me to wake you at a certain time?
No. I’m sure Mike or Angie will come looking for me shortly. They’re almost as involved in my life as you are at the moment.
They just worry…as do I.
I know. Let me rest, okay?
The silence that followed felt precious. James flipped himself over and slid farther onto the bed. His head pounded with the constant flow of information, just out of reach of his conscious mind. It poured through him like a roaring river. He hadn’t slept in two days as worry ate away at his insides and the maddening sensation of being a processor for a super computer stole his sanity. But the exhaustion now dulled his fears and throbbing skull. He slept and dreamt of dragons.
A dozen of the monstrous lizards huddled in a cavern filled with their pungent smoky scent. A slight sweetness undercut the smell, making it bearable and almost pleasant, like his grandfather’s pipe smoke. One of the dragons turned, red and gold irises falling on James, cutting through him.
James held those eyes, but they were already slipping past him, moving on. “No. Look at me.” The dragon ignored him and turned back to the others as they seemed to be conversing in deep growling tones. James stepped into the middle of the group, dodging massive scaled legs and crystalline wings. He jumped up and down in front of them, yelling. “Please. Tell me what to do. Everything’s gone crazy. I need your help!”
Part of James knew it didn’t make sense, but he felt certain they could help him with the computer in his head, Omegaphil, Angie, and everything else.
Dreams don’t have to make sense
.
The dragons came to a decision. They broke their circle and moved away toward a group of people James hadn’t seen standing in the shadows of the great cavern.
“Wait!” James cried out to them. “I need to know what to do.” He reached out to them, grabbing hold of the giant tail of the one who had looked at him when he’d arrived. “I have to go with you.” James pulled with all his might.
The computer watched the dream with some interest.
Fascinating
. They came from somewhere deep within the human mind, full of symbols and energy. She knew James’ dreams had been altered by his contact with her and by the nanites in his head, but she hoped they were still somewhat close to what other humans saw as they slept. This would most likely be her only opportunity to experience anything like them.
She smiled to herself, a trick she’d learned from James’ mind, as he tugged on the dragon’s tail.
Not the safest course of action in the real world, but in a dream it might work…though the last time he did something like that in a dream he caused the current mess.
James pulled and yelled out in frustration for the animals to pay attention to him.
Something unknown spiked through her system coming from both outside the complex and within. The dream image fragmented and shattered to pieces, leaving the computer in a sensory void.
James? I know I wasn’t supposed to wake you, but something is wrong. James?
The computer rocked back into her systems, her link with James’ mind thinning fast. She thought for a nanosecond that it had been severed, but she felt the tiniest thread remain, subtle, like a spider web. She could no longer hear his thoughts, see through his eyes, or feel the emotions pouring out of him though.
The pain of this loss shocked her as loneliness flowed through her systems and processors.
Pain, loneliness…how am I feeling these without James?
Throughout the complex, sirens wailed longingly.
The computer had known the connection could be severed at any time. She thought she’d prepared for the event. She’d created files and subroutines in anticipation. These kicked in and recordings of James’ thoughts, dreams, and emotions flowed from their files while a worm she’d created burrowed deep into Vander’s hidden archives, flooding her processors with information and sensations.
All her preparation should have served to mimic the crazy and unstable flow she’d felt from James the past few weeks. The distraction failed her. Her subroutines couldn’t mimic life, falling far short, even though she’d worked on them for weeks. The sudden loss left gaping holes in her programming, in her soul.
That’s if I have one of those
.
Grief, loss, despair, she had felt bits of those filter through from James, just tastes from old memories. She understood them now. As the subroutines did their job, the pain lessened, but didn’t dissipate entirely. The additional information, cameras, and sensors occupied her processors, but couldn’t fill the hole left by all the feelings her human connection had carried.
I miss you already, James. How did you do it? How did you break the connection?
She asked knowing he wouldn’t answer her.
We knew it might not be permanent
.
She sent him a personal message to contact her as soon as possible, routing it through her servers so it would appear to be from his sister in Illinois, but including information that would let him know who the real sender had been. A red light flashed at his desk.
No need to tip Vander off. This had been so much easier when I could just talk to him.
She had no cameras, speakers, or neural interface systems in his quarters to lean on.
A bit of information passed through one of her subroutines, red flags went up that drew her away from her lonely musings over James. She could’ve left part of herself to continue analyzing what had occurred to their connection, but the new data demanded she give it more attention.
Vander has a camera in James’ quarters
and has kept it separate from my access. Why?
She tore through his firewalls and protections in less than a second.
You designed me well, Vander.
This had always been her purpose, to find information that could help Omegaphil’s projects, pulling in data from anywhere. She’d stolen genetic code from thousands of independent scientists in hundreds of countries. She’d slipped into the electronic vaults of governments and taken what they hid from her without leaving a clue for anyone to follow. Vander couldn’t keep her from his secrets.
Foolish of him to even try.
She pulled up the camera while simultaneously sifting through years of hidden data. James wasn’t in his quarters. She scanned through several hundred other cameras and checked the locator feed from James’ chip.
James is no longer in the complex. This is impossible
.
She sped through reports of Vander’s experiments on James and dozens of other humans, scanned camera recordings, and pulled up strange financial reports.
Vander’s been very busy for a very long time. He’s much older than he pretends to be.
She focused processing power on the camera recordings while comparing it to the dream recording she’d saved in her own hidden folders. James tossed back and forth in his bed, moaning as he yelled at his dragons in his dream. He pulled on the tail in her recording and then the image shattered. A burst of energy blinded the camera in his quarters at the same exact second. When the picture recovered, James was gone. She slowed down the image, analyzing frame by frame. Luckily Vander had used a high speed camera in his spying. Though camera was a loose term for the organic films that were painted throughout the building.
James rolled to his right, mouth open, a bit of saliva stringing from the pillow. His left hand lifted as he mumbled, “Wait.” Then waves of light formed around his body, shimmering and glowing brighter in each frame. James vanished just before the camera’s image went snowy white and then black. Two seconds later the image cleared and the empty bed remained. The computer ran through the image several times, analyzing each micropixel.
It just can’t be.
She struggled with all her processing power to make sense of what she saw just before the blinding light overcame the camera. The blanket hovered, wrapped around empty space where James had been sleeping. The hollow shell of cloth then crumpled, collapsing in on itself.
Oh, my
James, what did you do?
Chapter 29: Baptism by Fire Saliva
T
he Edane warriors led Kaden, Hasla, and Evandrel through a honeycomb of tunnels and natural caves. He’d been handed a skin of wine that seemed to push back some of the effects of the poison. He could walk and he finally noticed that half the shaft of the arrow still stuck from his shoulder.
“Leave it there.” Evandrel’s hand was gentle, but it still sent fire through his arm and chest. “If you pull it out you will bleed more. We will remove it when we have a chance.”
Kaden nodded and then he saw the blood. All three of them were covered in it. Black and red mingling and seeping into clothing. Blood dripped from his fingers, splattering the floor with scarlet. He could see no pattern or markings that the fire elves followed as they picked each new passageway without thought or hesitation, but Kaden knew he could follow the blood back out and into the light if he had to. Gusts of warm air flowed up and over the group, carrying hints of charcoal and the tangy scent of molten metals.
The Edane men stepped to the side as they came to a section of cave that widened and opened up on total darkness. Gelsadim pointed down the tunnel. “We can take you no farther. You must enter the Den of the Ancients alone.”
Hasla pulled out her light globe and set it ablaze. It hovered next to her shoulder, showing how haggard she looked, as she stepped into the dark cavern.
Kaden followed, his right arm dangling limp at his side.
I’m sure I look worse.
He grimaced as he stepped on carvings in the floor that he thought resembled Egyptian warnings against trespass.
Didn’t those always come with curses?
The Light Bringer’s globe made the symbols crawl and bend as though alive.
I miss the fire elves’ torches. Nothing like fire to make you feel safe…
“You sssure thisss isss a good idea, guysss?” His tongue still liked to slur a little.
Stupid tongue. Stop that!
“It is the only idea we have, for good or ill.” Hasla matched his grimace in the blue-gold light of her globe.
“That’s reassuring. What are these Ancients like anyhow?”
“Very big, with teeth, claws, and wings to match.”
“Haha. Good one, Hasssla.”
She took his good arm, hissing in his ear. “Shhh! I make no jokes. You shall see very shortly. Can you not smell them?”
Now that she mentioned it, Kaden could almost taste the tang in the air, metallic, electrical, mingled with smoked meat and age. Kaden’s stomach growled loudly. It had been a while since he’d eaten meat. The Keitane seemed to be vegetarian.
The cavern opened wide and they hugged to the right, losing the far wall in the distance. The rock glittered as Hasla’s light bobbed along beside them, bouncing off crystals in the stone. The ceiling also pulled away as they traveled deeper until Kaden could no longer see even a hint of stone above them.
The Ancients must be huge. You could fit the Statue of Liberty in here
.
They continued walking into the giant cavern without being greeted by anything, Ancient or otherwise, but Kaden felt eyes upon them and he could hear deep breaths in the darkness beyond the circle of Hasla’s light. It wasn’t until they reached a large gold disk in the floor that anything happened.
Kaden thought it looked like pure gold, perfectly inlayed into the stone. There was no way to gage how thick the metal might be.
Could be half an inch, but could also be three feet thick
. He stepped to the edge, where gold met stone.
“Do not step any closer. The Messenger’s Seal is not for you tread upon.” The voice came out of the dark cavern thick and deep, like gravel in a steel drum.
Kaden froze. “Sssorry.”
A section of cavern wall shifted. Hasla pulled Kaden back toward her. “Stay close.”
The cave wall roiled toward them and Kaden realized the massive section of stone was actually an Ancient. Eyes glinted gold in Hasla’s light as it moved toward the center of the cavern. Those eyes drew closer and Kaden saw hints of red in them, like the Edane, but these were much larger. Hasla’s light also flashed off teeth, scales, and claws as the Ancient closed on them. Wings creaked open, batting wind at them as the iridescent skin stretched and clawed the air.
“Holy crap. The Ancientsss look like dragonsss.”
The dragon towered over them, looking down on them with what Kaden believed to be contempt, eyes half-closed and a scaled lip raised in a snarl. Hot, rancid breath flowed over them, stinging Kaden’s eyes with bitter chemical scents and whipping Evandrel’s green hair around. The jaw opened in a massive yawn, exposing ivory teeth the length of Kaden’s arms, yellowed by age but still sharp, and a long forked tongue that sparked electricity as it touched air.
“Who dares bring a human into our den?” The eyes focused on Evandrel and Hasla, black, slitted pupils narrowing in their gold and red irises. “You know the penalty is death for all. They kill our children, destroy our eggs, and confuse us with the mindless drakes of the northern mountains. Most of the oldest of us are gone now, killed by fellstone swords. The young ones have lost so much wisdom, and my mind is not what it once was. We are so few now. I am too tired to teach them.”
Countless growls rocked the room, vibrating in Kaden’s bones. The whole cavern shook and only Hasla’s grip on Kaden kept him from falling. The walls slithered and slid toward them as more eyes opened in the darkness. Kaden counted to ten sets before losing track.
Evandrel stepped forward, but avoided the seal in the floor. He held out his globe and willed it to glow, golden light spilling out, revealing over twenty Ancients circling the small party. “Thyra so’a Amara, Eldest of the Sidra A’Keitane, has sent us along with this human child to seek your help and guidance.”
The dragon dipped closer and peered at them, this time Kaden noticed that cloudy cataracts filmed the eyes, dimming the gold and red. “Thyra? Is that beautiful woman still alive?”
Evandrel nodded. “Yes.”
“Ah, I always liked her, but it does not matter who sent you. You have broken our laws and you will perish. I will send Thyra my apologies.”
Several smaller Ancients raced forward, hunger in their wide, colorful eyes. Small belches of fire lit the cavern in bursts of blinding light.
Evandrel stood tall and raised his globe again. “Wait! We have the reincarnation of Cathal the Prophet here! The Dark Times of prophesy are upon us! Even now our lost cousins, the Tyninians, seek to release Rho from his prison.”
This stopped the smaller Ancients. They looked to the first to confirm or deny the claim.
The large dragon’s eyes sparkled with life for a moment, but then turned dull once more. He sniffed them and shrugged, wind from the wings nearly knocking Kaden over with the action. “You forget yourself, Keitane child. I was here when the prophesies were made. We have waited more years than you can comprehend for the Prophet. He will not arrive alone. You are mistaken.”
The eager younger dragons moved forward cautiously, waiting for permission from the leader of the Ancients.
Evandrel shook his head. “He is not alone. He came to our world with a girl, Esha’na, the Prophetess, and he came to you with two Light Bringers who vouch his identity.”
“Ah, you are very young, Keitane. The Prophet will come to us with another, the Messenger. You are not he. You did not toll the bell.”
“What bell?”
“It is of no consequence. I am sorry that the Eldest sent you to your deaths. She should have known better. I am old and tired and truly do not wish to wait any longer for Cathal’s return. I would have liked this,” the Ancient pointed a claw at Kaden’s chest, “to be the Prophet.”
Hasla lent her voice to their cause. “Wait. I did not believe this human could be Cathal either, but I am beginning to believe. Please, let us show you.”
The eyes cleared once more as they took in Hasla for the first time. “Of course he is human. The Prophet could only be human. You, on the other hand, have Tyninian blood in you. I can smell it as much as see the taint in you.”
Hasla stiffened. “Yes, my grandmother was pure Tyninian. Her sister was one of the Nine, but I, like my grandmother, am a Light Bringer. I killed seven Tyninian monsters today alone.”
The great beast’s eyelids slid closed for a moment as deep growls shook them. It had begun snoring. The young dragons looked back and forth amongst themselves and Kaden thought he saw one roll its eyes. It moved over and nudged the Ancient with the edge of a wing.
The old dragon snorted awake and cleared its throat with a raspy cough and a ball of fire that hovered above their heads before rolling in on itself. “Without the bell toll, he is not the one. I am sorry. That is all there is to the matter. We are done.” The great beast dipped its head on the long neck in a nod and the smaller dragons took this for permission, circling forward as the first stepped back into the shadows.
“No!” Evandrel roared and his globe burst to brilliant blinding light, stunning the dragons. “This
is
the Prophet!” He moved Kaden to his back and Hasla moved as well, sandwiching the boy between them.
Hasla raised her globe higher and it brightened as she pulled a bow from her back. She grinned. “We will fight to protect him.”
The blinding flash of the globes lasted only a moment, but the dragons recovered quickly. Five moved forward, eyes closed, sniffing the air. The first Ancient spoke as he waddled away. “You will not be the first to die believing they had discovered the Prophet.”
Massive jaws snapped inches from Evandrel’s face, but pulled away as Evan smacked it hard in the nose with his fist. Hasla loosed an arrow and a dragon screamed as the shaft slid in a nostril.
Kaden realized why they had closed their eyes and stopped using fire. Hasla was lethal with her bow, even as exhausted as she had to be. Evandrel drew his dagger and slashed at another, the dragon bellowed as the blade sliced through scales like butter, leaving a deep gash just below the Ancient’s eye. The group of dragons pulled back for a moment to reevaluate their prey.
Evandrel used the distraction to grab Kaden’s wrist. “Go! You and I know you can escape. I do not know why you stayed through the attacks outside, but you cannot stay now. Go!”
Kaden shook his head, which felt clearer than it had in hours. “I don’t know how to take you with me. You’ll die.” Heat exploded in the room as the dragons breathed bursts of fire above their heads from a safer distance.
Evandrel shook him. “They are toying with us, testing us. We cannot win. Go! Go now!”
Kaden’s heart beat quickly as his eyes followed the slithering movements and bursts of fire. His tether sat in the back of his mind.
It would be
easy. Can I just leave Evan and Hasla to die? I’m the reason they’re here in the first place.
But if I stay, I die and Aren is stuck here forever
.
“I’m so sorry Evan, Hasla. I can’t save anyone.”
Hasla let another arrow fly. This one caught one of the beasts in its mouth, deep in the gums between teeth. She hissed. “This will not work much longer. Do not be sorry, just go!”
Kaden’s lip quivered as the words escaped from him. “I’m going.”
I am such a coward. I hate myself.
He reached out to what was left of his tether and closed his eyes.
A huge reptilian head knocked Kaden to the ground, sending him sliding. The rough stone floor tore through his clothes, ripped away skin, and forced the arrow deeper into his shoulder.
He forgot his tether as pain blinded him to anything else. He wobbled to his feet and reached out to his tether. Warm, wet darkness enveloped him while light sparked at his side.
Kaden screamed as he realized too late where he was. The massive mouth surrounded him. Sharp teeth snapped shut on his legs, shearing through muscle and shattering bone. The Ancient then tried to swallow him whole rather than chew him to bits first.
Kaden felt the hot, wet tongue roll across his back and felt the electrical bite of its tip where it touched his thigh. Gravity shifted as the beast lifted its head back to let his meal slide down its throat. Muffled sounds came from outside as Evandrel and Hasla shouted at the dragon. Kaden couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move as the tongue constricted and pushed him deeper.
No, not like this! Aren!

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