“Land on the Wall, Myka,” instructed the Torak.
The dragon broke out of the spiral and glided towards the Wall of Mermidion, a mammoth cliff that ran for hundreds of leagues and isolated the city of Duran from the rest of the Sakova. When Myka landed on the top of the Wall of Mermidion, Marak and Lyra slid off. The sun was just beginning to peek above the horizon and hundreds of Motangan soldiers began emerging from their tents.
“What exactly do you have in mind?” the Star of Sakova asked the Torak.
“If I remember your stories about the Scroll of Kaltara,” smiled Marak, “it states that the Wall of Mermidion was formed from the ground taken from the Wound of Kaltara.”
“You remember well,” nodded Lyra. “It was a demonstration of the power of Kaltara, and of His anger at the Sakovans for disobeying Him.”
“So the Wall of Mermidion was created by the hand of Kaltara?” asked Marak.
“Of course,” Lyra frowned as she wondered what Marak was alluding to.
“Then the Wall of Mermidion can once again be moved by the hand of Kaltara,” grinned Marak.
“You brought us here to pray?” puzzled Lyra. “We could have used the prayer chamber at Changragar. It is a holy place.”
“Prayer works wonders,” smiled Marak, “but that is not what I had in mind. You, Lyra, are the hand of Kaltara.”
Lyra’s eyes opened wide as she stared at the Torak. Her mouth opened to speak, but nothing came out.
“You are wiser than I gave you credit for, Torak,” chuckled the dragon. “This will indeed be an adventurous day.”
“You can’t be serious?” Lyra finally uttered. “Do you have any idea of the magnitude of power that you are requesting from me?”
“Do you have any appreciation for the powers bestowed upon you by Kaltara?” countered Marak with a grin.
“I value my powers greatly,” frowned Lyra, “but I don’t think such a thing is possible. I doubt that hundreds of mages could even accomplish it.”
“Kaltara has blessed you with more than just your magical powers,” declared the Torak. “He has also given you wisdom. Use your mind, Lyra. Look at the Wall upon which we stand and tell me what you see.”
“I see rock,” frowned Lyra, “massive amounts of rock. The cliffs are huge and towering.”
“Which consist of vertical strata,” hinted the Torak.
“As it should,” nodded Lyra. “It once sat at the bottom of the Wound of Kaltara.”
“The many layers of sediment compressed into rock layers over the ages have been lifted out of the Wound of Kaltara and stood upon their edges,” grinned the Torak. “Instead of layer upon layer of horizontal rock, we now have huge vertical slabs.
“And all I would have to do is separate a few layers of the strata,” the Star of Sakova nodded. “Gravity would do the rest. You are brilliant, Marak. Whole sections of the Wall of Mermidion could be sent tumbling down on Duran.”
“Could and should,” smiled Marak. “Let us bury forever the city that the Motangans have seized to further our destruction.”
“I will need your help,” Lyra said distractedly as she walked along one of the faults, staring at the small cracks in the surface that separated the various colored layers. “If we have any chance of making this happen, I will have to separate the layers along one of the faults slowly, or just the top section will crumble off.”
“Just tell me what you want me to do,” smiled Marak. “I am in your service.”
Lyra grinned and looked up at the Torak. “And I intend to keep you there,” she chuckled. “We will have to do this from above the Wall,” she continued seriously. “I think we can peel off the three outermost layers in one shot, but I will need to do it slowly. The deeper I go, the harder I will need to concentrate. Myka can guide me by flying along the section of the Wall that resides above Duran, and turning around when we reach the limits of the city. I will need you, Marak, to hold onto me tightly. I am not sure how I will feel when my power is drained. You will also have to decide when I have done enough.”
“Decide?” frowned Marak. “What do you mean?”
“I am only going to separate the layers a tiny amount,” explained Lyra, “otherwise the outer layer will just crumble a bit at a time. That would not suffice to destroy the entire city. In fact, it would probably alert the mages below of what we are up to. I have no idea what their powers are, and I do not want to find out today. When you feel that I have gone deep enough to cause the entire layer to fall at once, you need to direct force bolts into the crevice. Direct them as deep into the crevice as you can, and make them increasingly powerful as you go deeper.”
“So the first force bolts will only widen the crevice, but the more powerful ones will start the destruction down deeper?” asked Marak.
“Exactly,” nodded Lyra. “If the first ones are too powerful, you will blow off small chunks of the wall. That will not do what we want as the debris will merely fall to the bottom of the Wall. We need the whole wall to come down at once if we wish the destruction to reach the harbor.”
“I understand,” nodded Marak as he helped Lyra onto Myka’s back.
Marak scrambled up the dragon’s back and sat behind Lyra. He wrapped his arms tightly around her as Myka leaped into the air. The dragon climbed in altitude as she headed for a spot of the Wall where the limits of Duran ended. Myka banked sharply and turned around to make the first run over the selected section of the Wall of Mermidion. Marak watched with interest as Lyra concentrated and began casting her spell. Small stones popped into the air, and a loud cracking sound drifted up to them as a small fissure appeared in the Wall.
“Slower, Myka,” Lyra demanded.
The dragon’s wings began to beat faster, but her forward motion slowed.
“That is as slow as I can go without tossing you two about,” declared Myka. “We are practically at a walk.”
Lyra did not respond as she continued to concentrate on the fissure. The crack that Lyra created was barely large enough for one to stick the tips of their fingers in. When Myka reached the northernmost limit, she banked sharply and reversed course. Lyra concentrated on enlarging the fissure, both in width and depth.
“This is going better than I would have thought possible,” Lyra said softly. “The layers are most willing to be separated.”
“They have remained in their unnatural position for a long time,” smiled Marak as he watched the fissure widen.
After the second pass, the fissure was large enough to put your arm into. Marak could not see how deep it went. As Myka started the third pass, small chunks of stone tumbled from the Wall to the city below. Although the land directly below the Wall was mostly farmland and outside the limits of the city proper, shouts arose from the Motangans before the third pass was complete.
“We have been noticed,” announced Myka. “Soon the whole city will be gazing up at us.”
“I am almost done,” replied Lyra. “At the end of this pass, take us higher and more inland. That will keep the Motangan mages from being able to target us.”
Marak stared down at the crevice, which was now large enough for a person to slip into. He looked down at the city of Duran and saw thousands of people running around and pointing upward. Fireballs flew upwards, but they could not reach the dragon. Unexpectedly, lightning flashed out of the clear sky. The lightning bolt missed the trio, but it was close enough to make Marak’s skin tingle.
“Take us up and inland,” shouted Lyra as they reached the end of the third run.
Myka instantly obeyed as she banked sharply and climbed powerfully. More lightning flashes lit the morning sky, but they were not close enough to cause any harm.
“What now?” asked Marak as the dragon soared over the Sakova so far inland that Duran was no longer visible.
“We have to make one more run,” declared the Star of Sakova. “There will be a short change of plans, though. Marak, I want you to concentrate on the less powerful force bolts. Just widen the fissure for me. I will sit backwards and follow your force bolts with my own. Mine will be more powerful and deeper. Myka, I am going to want you to fly much faster this trip. Gauge your speed on how quickly Marak can throw his force bolts. He must toss one every hundred paces, but the faster we do this the better. Once, my force bolts hit the bottom of the crevice, the wall will start to fall. It is best if it all goes down together.”