The Sword that Binds (Book of Worlds 1) Read Free

space when it happened. There was a strange feeling of warmth reaching for him, so faint that he wasn’t sure if he was imagining it or not. Hope rushed through him as he realized he might be rescued. Before he was able to react though, the warmth started to fade. He frantically tried to latch onto it, but his mind seemed to work so slowly in the black space. The feeling disappeared into the void, leaving Tyrus alone with his thoughts once again.
    No! How could I have let that chance go to waste! I...No, I can’t let this get to me. If it happened once, it will happen again. Next time I’ll be ready! If he admitted defeat here then he would lose his mind. Instead he would focus on what it would be like to be free.
    Tyrus could feel time passing by slowly, waiting with hope in his heart for the warmth to appear again. Whenever he felt his determination slipping he would focus on that memory. It kept the fire in his heart going, but over time even that wasn’t enough. All that he had was the fading memory of the warmth, repeating in his mind constantly.
    Just need to be patient. The warmth will come back. He wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but it was important. Must...be ready.
    The memory of the warmth repeated in his mind again, but this time it wasn’t anywhere near as blurry, as if he was reliving the moment all over again. It was so realistic that Tyrus awoke from the daze he had been in for so long.
    Wait! It-It’s real! It’s happening again! This is my chance!
    Tyrus stretched, reaching for the warmth, almost expecting it to fade as it had in his memory. But it didn’t. He felt himself latch on to it, and before he was able to celebrate the world around him changed.
    The darkness around him seemed lighter, and he could feel a presence nearby, a grey and green shape, one that he knew he was connected to. Moments later two others were there as well. The first one was a roiling dark cloud of anger and hate in the shape of a human, while the second was calm and held affection towards the one he attached to.
    What happened? I’m not free? How do I know all these things?
    Tyrus felt the dark cloud preparing itself to do something, and watched as the aura shifted. Certain areas of the aura seemed to weaken while others strengthened, and Tyrus reached through the link he had made and tried to give that green and grey aura the knowledge of those spots. The world started to move around him, and he felt himself rush towards the enemy. Bracing himself for the impact with that cloud, he felt a long, thin, greyish color move to intercept him. Yet when he struck it he passed through it as if it didn’t even exist, and continued on to scape against the dark cloud. The colors within it shifted wildly, and the hatred seemed to fade slightly.
    What’s going on? We attack it and it seems happy about it? Are the things I’m feeling wrong?
    Tyrus was confused and felt the world around him shifting again. Everything except that grey and green presence disappeared. He focused on it, trying to wrap his mind around what he was seeing.
    The aura itself was shaped the same as a human. His mind could sense the aura itself, and translated it into an image for him, once again giving him knowledge that he felt he shouldn’t have. He could recognize the shape easily enough. It was at the edge of his mind, a memory of a time long lost to him where he could actually see , but for some reason he couldn’t remember more beyond that.
    He tried delving into the aura near him, pushing his senses through the link, and could suddenly see much more than he had expected. On the inside of the aura was a whole other world. The green and grey was gone, replaced by golden beams of light that stretched out spreading through the limbs and body. With that realization he immediately had a thought and stopped delving the aura to return to himself.
    He turned his senses inward and focused on searching within his own aura, only to be disappointed. There