Curse of The Seventh Sword: The Gauntlet of Feona (33 page)

“What are you doing sister?”

“I cannot.  I cannot let any of you lay a hand on him.”

“Lynda.  He is a mortal human.  You can create another of him if y
ou so please, but this mortal poses a danger to us.”

“As we once posed to chaos.  I will not let you harm him.”

“Then what will you do?”  Mother fate asked. 

“Are you sure about this?” 
Rikard asked Lynda. 

“Shut up my love.  We are in trouble.”  Lynda
said as she drew open a tear.

Rikard smiled and nodded in agreement.  “Indeed we are.”

“Come, we must leave.”  She pulled him in before Barthros could descend on them.

“We must find her!”  Barthros said. 

“We can’t brother.”  Arthros observed.  “Lynda knows every crevice of all that is and you are wrong. Rikard is no longer mortal even if he is still less powerful.  They will most likely hide out in some world or some place as yet undetermined.”

“When I find them, I will strike them out of existence!”

“Your temper is talking brother.  That man figured out in his short life, the history of the humans and the dragol.  Not only that, he discovered a way to buy the humans and more importantly, his son time to grow and take on the incomplete task he left behind.  He rightly predicted that the dragol would recommence their invasion once the spell he created was lifted and it would be the perfect time for a human with superior gifts, a halfing, to enter Teinerus unnoticed with the greatest chance of success.  Finally with an understanding that his son would inherit Lynda’s compassion for all life, he knew Davydd would be the perfect human to send because his nature would not allow him mindlessly slay innocent dragol without reason, thus giving him a chance to know them and possibly, accept them.  Rikard Miljorn, even in death he is a terrifying man.  We are all so lucky that he is not a god himself.”

Four streaks of light fell on the barren and desolate planes of Teinerus.  In the distance, barely visible so as to
be a speck was the principals’ spire and the army that invaded the human realm.  In that army, not one dragol saw the streaks of light.  Not one, even among the principals, knew that as they invaded Terrianus, their very world had been invaded as well.  And it was just as well, for as powerful as Lady Feona was, she could not take on a whole world of dragol by herself and she knew it.  One by one, she quickly moved the unconscious men to a safe location and awaited their awakening.  She stared at Davydd who was breathing softly, his eyes closed.  Yes.  She would let them all sleep.  They had been through unimaginable challenges and yet, she knew all too well as she surveyed the vast expanse of land, its fiery anger, and its thick smoke, that this was only the beginning.