Chronicles of Den'dra - Spencer Johnson Page 0,113
target. They will know soon that we have Oscarion. If they don’t kill you outright, then they will torture you for information.”
“Perhaps I can put them to sleep again.”
“A long shot at best. After your first outburst, it will probably take days before you can do anything else. You would be helpless.” Urake scratched his chin in thought.
“Someone has to do something. They are getting closer.”
“We will.” Cero divested himself of any weapons that he had on his person. Inadar did the same.
“I want those back eventually.” Inadar handed her black blades to Emeck.
“I don’t understand. What are you planning on doing without your weapons?” Emeck held them questioningly.
“Who are we speaking with? Skeln or Cero?” Urake demanded.
“Sarina and I will do what must be done. Eld’or, please take the others to safety.” Urake’s eyes widened as he noticed the icy blue glow to Cero’s eyes. Inadar’s eyes had a greenish light to them also. He was about to order the two to abandon their idea when he felt an iron like grip take control of his body. He watched and listened helplessly as Eld’or gave the order to move on. Everyone was stunned at the sudden shift in his attitude, but they complied leaving Skeln and Sarina behind.
“I sense that there are greater plans in motion that either of us can understand. Eld’or saw that Tamara is important, else he wouldn’t have agreed to our plan.”
“Indeed. My host is limited without a soul forged weapon. Even without a soul forging I am still powerful enough to distract these hunters.”
“The irony. The rebel dwarves thought to kill us by forging a soul shard into my body. Cero and I no longer have need of a mere weapon to access our powers. Within a living host, the shard is influenced differently. Take some essence. It will help you access your powers until it is used up.” Skeln began forming a sphere with the blue crystalizing liquid that was flowing through his skin. Letting it harden he handed it to Sarina. As soon as she touched the crystal globe, it shifted to a deep green before melting through her skin.
“Be that as it may, we still cannot kill. Eld’or made certain of that.”
“Cero is getting stronger and is beginning to touch his powers yet we are still mortals. I can use the shard to heal him, although we very well may not survive a serious injury. It is disconcerting that our father was not able to predict the soul forging. My control is… being challenged.”
“Perhaps it is time to relinquish control to Cero. He seem suited to it.”
“He is young and weak. I was since the blood forging. Cero happened after the time for hatching came. He even desires to be human.” There was a hint of loathing in Skeln’s voice.
“Have caution. I fear that you may overreach our purpose.”
“Now is not the time to discuss semantics. Now is the time to fight.”
“Entack kea sagno masil.”
“Yarin. Truth. I also see no other choice available to us.” A low rumbling could be heard growing in the distance. Soon the band of horsemen appeared to rise out the fields of golden grain. They pulled up a hundred paces away and a handful of longbow archers dismounted and took up their positions.
“I will. We once suffered an arrow while seering. Noverum.”
“Surrender yourselves and you won’t be harmed!” The commanding officer shouted out the demand from the safety provided by the front line of archers.
“He lies… but if we don’t manifest Gifts, he will have no purpose for retaining our lives. We must fight if we are to live.” Sarina stooped down and picked up a couple handfuls of the loose dirt that surrounded them. In her hands, it hardened and formed into stone blades. Skeln responded by growing crystal blades of his own.
“We are Dragon Lords. Bow before us or suffer.” Skeln’s eyes glowed bright enough to be seen at the distance that separated them.
“All the Dragon Lords are dead. If you resist, I will order my archers to kill you. There will not be another warning.”
“You remind me of commander Verkal. I destroyed him.” Sarina threatened back.
“How do you know of Verkal’s folly?!”
“I called the dragons down on him. Now fool, you will suffer the same fate!” Skeln and Sarina acted in unison. The first of the archers was encased in vine like stone growths before anyone could respond. The next few were tossed back into the