message of any
kind. You didn’t expect there to be any help. You’d have never taken up the weapons if
you had.”
The elder was right. Meagan had held little hope that the vampires or dragons
might make an appearance. She knew that the village was too small, too isolated and
too far away from the dragon and vampire protection to warrant even yearly visits. It
was their absence in the face of the repeated requests for help that concerned her. If
nothing had gotten through the passes, then there should at least be a check by one of
the larger Hanir sects in the city of Amaes.
“Are all the villagers safe?” Meagan asked.
“Yes they’re safe.” Talia’s voice held relief. “When the merdanons were spotted, we
began moving the villagers out.”
Meagan felt a little relief, but she didn’t have time to let the feeling settle. Rounding
a corner, she saw two merdanons lumbering down the street. Behind them, gaping holes
and crumbling walls marked the beasts’ path.
She took a deep breath. The strange power inside her seemed to swirl inside her,
not building, but staying the same. Her hands tightened around the hilts of her
weapons. A bit of nervousness skimmed through her and her stomach lurched. She
didn’t know how she’d handle two of them. The weapons were so new to her and she
had no idea exactly what she’d be able to do with them. Or how much power she’d be
able to take. The details of her abilities as a Tiria were a mystery. She’d never thought
she’d be called to take the weapons or that she’d be able to get to them. She’d always
known that it took more than the right bloodlines to get into one of those chambers.
Fate played a huge part in it.
The merdanons advanced closer. She shifted her stance a little wider and pushed
more power into her shields. She didn’t want to chance them coming down when the
merdanons battered them. Licking her lips, she swung her sword. An orb of light flew off
the tip of the sword. The glowing white-silver ball raced down the street. It flared as it
hit the gray-skinned creation. Both beasts roared and moved toward her. She was just
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glad that there wasn’t a Dark Sorcerer behind them. They’d be much more difficult to
defeat if there were.
If this attack followed the pattern of the other assaults on the small town, there
would be plenty of merdanons , but the Dark Sorcerer wouldn’t enter the village walls.
Meagan wondered why the attacks kept happening. The Dark Sorcerer might not have
a reason for one attack, but five meant that this wasn’t random. He had to want
something even if it was just to make them leave the area. The village didn’t have great
wealth and wasn’t well-known as many cities and towns were. Some reason was behind
all of this effort.
Meagan slashed the sword back and forth. The arc of energy hurtled down the
street. It hit the second beast. The gray-skinned being roared. She winced as the loud
noise reverberated in the tight space. Her ears rang. She swung the blade again.
Another ball of magic flew off the tip of the weapon. The orb flared, but this merdanon
didn’t fall. She cursed under her breath but didn’t feel discouraged. At least the beast
wasn’t shielded.
She slammed another bolt down the street followed by another quick orb. One
merdanon fell, but the other took two long strides forward. She pushed him back, not
wanting to let him get too close. Even with her shield up, it was dangerous. She’d had
merdanons throw things at times. Her shield should deflect it but she didn’t want to take
any chances. The Dark Sorcerers were always coming up with new tricks, new ways to
destroy and capture sorceresses. Throwing another bolt, she watched the second
merdanon fall. She started forward, knowing that she had to go destroy the merdanon .
The power still felt too high from the first beast. With these two, she knew the writhing
mass of power would get even
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