Kiuran chuckled. “Oh, it’s quite simple. Just say the name of the person you wish to kill.”
Their bubble shifted back to the battle between Malice and the Dragon King, and Yerin pointed the arrowhead at the dragon.
“Kill him,” she said aloud.
Nothing happened.
“Say his name, I said. His name.”
“Kill…Seshthkaz. Shethkanaz. Seshethsusheth.”
The arrow vanished.
The Monarch didn’t.
Yerin seized the Abidan by his armor. “What happened?”
“I believe someone named Seshethsusheth has just had a very bad afternoon.”
[Lindon…] Dross said. [You’re not an Overlord.]
An image had swallowed the sky, directly over Lindon’s head: a collection of numbers.
[I don’t quite understand it. It looks like an Icon, but I can’t tell what it’s supposed to be.]
“I can,” Lindon responded.
Power filled him, and he could feel his newfound authority radiating out, connecting him to a concept greater than humanity. A concept he knew well.
“I am…the Points Sage.”
Yerin couldn’t even see what Sesh was doing inside his monumental sandstorm, but she felt his power and made out flashes of golden light. Light that pulsed to a rhythmic, regular beat.
She thought she could even hear music along with it…and then a moment later, she could hear music, a series of repetitive fast-paced notes that sounded like they came from otherworldly instruments.
“What do you call that song?” she shouted to Kiuran.
The Abidan looked grave. “That’s the Dragon King’s most feared technique. The dreaded Darude Sandstorm.”
The elders of Heaven’s Glory walked Adama to the doorstep, and the woman cleared her throat.
“It was an honor to serve you today, Sage of Swords.”
That wasn’t exactly his title, but Adama had never cared much for titles anyway.
He waved a hand. “Oh, you don’t have to call me that. My full name is Timaias Adama, but that can be a mouthful. Most people prefer it shorter. There are some who call me…Tim.”
Charity raised an arm, and an owl of living madra came down to perch on it. She scratched it behind the head as she asked, “What do you think of Grace?”
Lindon continued to answer safely. “I can trust her judgment more than…others.”
“And what if we allowed you to marry her?”
Lindon couldn’t believe his luck.
“Are you serious? Of course!”
Charity rested her hand on the owl. “I thought I would have to persuade you.”
“Why? Grace is rich, she’s hot, and she’s good at the sacred arts. I’d be a fool to turn her down. So am I supposed to buy a ring, or what?”
One of Dross’ stubby, flexible arms touched the surface of the black orb. Light rippled on Northstrider’s construct, but otherwise nothing happened.
[Just a moment, this is…hmmm. This is tougher than it looks.] Dross furrowed his purple brow and pushed harder. Until, as though he’d broken through a barrier, Dross finally pushed through.
[Oooohhh, it’s amazing! So much space! Now, how do I get out?]
Lindon looked to Northstrider in a panic, but the Monarch’s arms were folded and his face was impassive as always.
“He’ll figure it out,” Northstrider said.
[While I’m in here, I might as well touch some things. Hey, what’s that? AAAHHHH!]
The surface of the orb flashed purple for a moment and then went dark.
The Monarch shook the construct, then peered inside. “Never mind, I was wrong. He’s dead.”
Suriel felt the cool wood of the table against her forehead.
“I don’t know what I did wrong,” she said. “I’ve been around from the very beginning.”
Makiel gave her a sympathetic pat on the back. “Don’t worry, they all like you better than me.”
“Then why am I not in the book?”
“It’s a long book as it is,” Makiel said. “I’m sure you would have been included if there was more space.”
“I don’t take up much space! It could have been a few pages longer. Cut some of the fights! Take out some Eithan scenes!”
“Whoa now. Let’s not go crazy.”
Suriel sobbed into the tabletop.
About the Author
Will Wight lives in Florida, among the citrus fruits and slithering sea creatures. He’s the author of the Amazon best-selling Traveler’s Gate Trilogy, The Elder Empire (which cleverly offers twice the fun and twice the work), and his series of mythical martial arts magic: Cradle.
He graduated from the University of Central Florida in 2013, earning a Master of Fine Arts in Creative Writing and a flute of dragon’s bone. He is also, apparently, invisible to cameras.
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Also by Will Wight
Cradle
The Traveler’s Gate Trilogy
The Traveler’s Gate Chronicles
The Elder Empire
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