“You’re doing what?”
“Oh you of little faith…” They heard the sound of a thunderclap. “Sounds like your girl got another one.”
He clamped his teeth together and grunted. The muscles in his entire body tightened. The light surrounding his shield grew even brighter. A long crack split the wall. Another joined it, arcing inward from the left corner. Lathaar felt his jaw drop as third crack appeared, spiking from the Jerico’s shield to the lower right corner.
“Not right,” he muttered as Jerico burst through, the ice wall crumbling to pieces around him. Jerico raised his shield above his head as the pieces fell. Several hefty chunks hit atop it, but he weathered them with ease. When the commotion was done the two saw Mira standing over a lone dark paladin. His face and hands were charred red, and his right eye looked like a blackened piece of fruit.
“Where is Krieger?” they heard her ask. Magic swirled around her hands. “Tell me.”
“You think I’ll tell?” he said with a pained laugh. She struck his other eye with a blast of lightning. The man screamed, and his back bent upward in a wicked jerk. He gasped for air as smoke escaped his open mouth.
“Tell me,” she said. “Where is Krieger?”
“Mira, stop it!” Lathaar shouted, sheathing his blades and running to her. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around. Her entire body tensed like a cat before a pounce. Lightning crackled in her eyes, but then she saw him and stopped. Her hands unclenched. The magic left her fingers.
“I’m sorry,” she said as Lathaar let go of her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest. Her tears ran down his armor. “I’m sorry.”
Jerico stood over the dying, blind paladin. He hooked his mace onto his belt, slung his shield over his back, and then hoisted the bald man onto his feet. The man had no strength to resist as Jerico pushed him to the edge of the bridge, where the Rigon river roared beneath them.
“Why do you aid Qurrah?” he asked him. “What has that half-orc offered you?”
“Who is Qurrah?” the dark paladin asked. Jerico narrowed his eyes. All paladins of Ashhur could innately sense a lie, and he knew the man spoke truth. He didn’t know who Qurrah was.
“Karak’s army marches for Veldaren,” he said. “Now give me an honorable death.”
“Sure thing.” He pushed him off the bridge. In his heavy armor, the man sank straight to the bottom.
“Don’t do that again,” Jerico said to Mira. “Revenge is too hard for a heart as soft as yours.”
He left to retrieve his horse. Lathaar wrapped his arms around her as she continued to cry.
I tortured him, he heard her say in his mind. Celestia help me, I tortured him, just like he…he…
“You’ll be okay,” he said.
I’ve never…I have all this power and I lost control…
“You’ve fought before. Killed before.”
But never this. Please forgive me, Michael. Never this.
Lathaar kissed her forehead and held her tight. She had called him by his original name before he had passed the Trials and become a paladin. It reminded him of just how young she still was, and how young she had been when he first met her, alone in a dark forest with only a demon to keep her company.
“I forgive you,” he said, pulling her back and taking her hand. “Now let’s get away from this place. Go back to my horse.”
She sniffed, smiled a little, and then did as she was told. Lathaar pushed the remaining three bodies into the river, feeling grim satisfaction with each one.
“Five less servants of Karak in this world,” he said. “Five less drops in a river.”
“But even rivers one day run dry,” Jerico said from atop his horse. He held Lathaar’s reigns in his right hand. Mira rode atop the horse.
“Amen,” Lathaar said, taking his seat on the saddle behind Mira.
9
E ntrances into the Vile Wedge were few. The Citadel had guarded the lower portions of the rivers when it had still stood, preventing the dangerous inhabitants within from crossing by boats. No bridges remained across the bone ditch, the orcs name for the great chasm lining the eastern side. Scouts for Mordan sailed down the Rigon river on the west, reporting to the wall of towers than stretched for miles and miles. But to one skilled with dark magic, even the challenge of the giant rivers proved surmountable.
“Have you even been inside the wedge?” Velixar asked as they stared at the slowly flowing river, whose surface reflected back the stars in a beautiful display. Qurrah and Tessanna both shook their heads as they stood beside him.
“Marvelous place,” the man in black said, smiling. “The orcs rule the majority, but it is a tenuous hold. Hyena-men, wolf-men, goblins, even the bird-men have their places, all castaways from the great war. They were made by the gods, then forgotten when their usefulness ended. But it is time to end their chaos.”
He turned to Tessanna. “My lady, would you be so kind as to grant us passage across?”
“But, I’m not…” She stared at the opposite shore over two hundred feet away. “I don’t know if I can.”
Qurrah felt a spike of jealousy as Velixar put a hand on her shoulder her and gently nudged her closer to the water.
“You are as powerful as you are beautiful,” he said. “And if you do not know if you can, then it is time you learned. You are the daughter of a goddess. Your limits are your own to discover…and then exceed.”
Tessanna looked back to Qurrah, who only nodded.
“Very well,” she said. “I could float us across, but you know that. This is a test. I don’t like tests.”
“My apologies, but I do,” Velixar said.
Tessanna laughed.
“Aren’t you so polite.” Wisps of white ether floated like smoke from her hands. Velixar stepped beside Qurrah and whispered to him as a sudden wind screamed in from the south.
“How much have you seen of her power?” he asked him.
“More than enough,” Qurrah replied.
“No,” Velixar said. “There is never enough. There is always more.”
Tessanna’s black hair danced in the wind. Her hands spread wide, the white mist growing thicker and swirling around her fingers. She let out a tiny moan as her body lifted a foot off the ground, and her head arched back as she let loose her power. With a savage cry, she slammed her hands together. A white beam sliced through the river, accompanied by a great roar of moving water. She spread her hands. The ground shook. The river growled and tossed. And then a pathway opened, dry and barren.
“She could do more,” Velixar whispered as both stood in awe. “And I will push her to it, whether she wants me to or not.”
The blocked river tried to overflow its banks, but Tessanna curled her fingers and enclosed it. A white wall blocked both sides, stretching to the sky. The magical dam captured the water and pressed it ever higher. Despite the enormous power of the river, the girl walked through the pathway she had made with little sign of exhaustion.
“Don’t hurt her,” Qurrah said before walking through. “Just don’t hurt her.”
“I promise.” Velixar pulled his hood low and followed. “And I keep my promises.”
When they reached the other side, Tessanna turned and smiled.
“Wave bye-bye to the river,” she said. Before either could react, she relaxed her body. The white wall vanished. The roar of the water was deafening as it collapsed downstream, overloading the banks and crushing trees that grew along its edge. The girl giggled at the destruction she caused.
“I may not like tests,” she said, “but that was fun.”
Velixar once again placed his hand on her shoulder and led her on. “Truly magnificent,” he said.
I t was Velixar’s decision that they travel by day. Secrecy was no longer necessary. For two days they followed the river north. At the start of the third day, Velixar revealed a portion of his plan.