Son of the Dragon (The Netherworld Gate Book 3) (22 page)

CHAPTER 19

Far away from Terramyr, in the great expanse of the universe and nestled among the brightest stars, a group of tall beings dressed in green, shimmering cloaks sat around a semi-circular table inside a castle of shimmering crystal.

The seven of them sat patiently, waiting for the return of one of their scouts.

A chandelier hovered above them, burning brightly with golden flames and casting all shadows out of the square chamber. There were no windows in the room, nor hallways connecting this room to any other in the castle. There was only the single, arched doorway that lead out into a great garden that overlooked the expanse of space.

The seven beings made no sound until they saw a tall figure arrive on the back of a large wyrm. He slid off from the beast and patted it twice, dismissing it as he walked through the garden and into the chamber.

He wore green robes that shimmered like silk. His eyes were a light, yet fierce blue that had a piercing quality to them. He straightened his gray tunic and adjusted his black trousers before stepping into the hollow of the table and bowing to the seven others.

“Reshem, what news do you bring from Terramyr?” one of the seven asked in a high-pitched, nasal voice.

Reshem bowed once more and then addressed them. “I have found hope for Terramyr. It appears that they are not yet beyond the bounds of order.”

The being on the far left of the table spoke up. “Are you saying that we should not send the four horsemen?”

Reshem nodded. “I am saying that they need not be sent. Not yet.”