The vines seemed to creep away from her lifeless body as the magician drew nearer. Again her drained, pale figure was exposed to the light of the moon. White as snow now. No longer the soft olive hue of a woman whose life was spent enjoying the outdoors, Shaels skin was cold as he knelt beside her and brushed her cheek with his finger tips. Turning her the rest of the way on to her back, he studied her closely. As a necromancer he should have been able to reverse any spell which kept her like this. But, alas, it seemed true death had come and any attempt now to bring her back would only create a zombie. Her blue lips made no response as he kissed them, her eye lids did not flicker as he gently traced his finger over them. Never before had Death been on an opposing side. Never before in all his seven hundred years had he ever been revolted and angered by the very entity which he lived by. Pathetically aware that the irony in sayings such as You live by the sword, you die by the sword also applied to him, Zargor laughed a sickening, broken laugh. A laugh which twisted in to a mighty, agony wreaked roar, filled with intense loathing for himself. -------- Why are you doing this to him? Shael wept, holding his arm with both delicate hands. Justarious looked directly at her through tangles of un-brushed blonde hair, his eyes as dark blue as the night sky. Because of the pain he has brought you. Because of the pain I felt when I saw him strike you. And to let him feel what it is like to know his love is what killed you. Shael shook her head, trying to re-jumble her mixed thoughts in to some tangible order. Justarious. I was only scared of him when I ran from him. I never stoped caring for him she spoke softly. Turning her gaze back to the werwolf, she watched as Zargor lifted the decoy body he believed was hers and begin to carry her towards where the two stood invisible to his sight. Hes going to find us she whimpered Hell kill us now. She felt desprate to run in the opposite direction to escape but didnt, as Justarious stood firm without the slightest movement. Hes going to Lochlans tower. Hell try and raise this body he thinks is me. Do you forget? He is a necromancer. When he realises it is not me, hell come after me with magic. Extreme magic. Justarious said nothing. Please. His poison is still in me. I can feel sweat on my body. Hell smell the fear. Hell find us She continued, panic now causing her to shake. Placing his arms around her, Justarious now held her closely against him. Press yourself as close to me as possible Shael he requested. Obeying, knowing that Zargor was close and may at any moment sense her and discard the corpse he held, Shael held Justarious out of sheer terror. The wizard began to murmur softly and Shael felt her body begin to tingle. As she looked up to his face to question him, her limbs went stiff and her skin itched. Then all went numb and dark. Pausing, Zargor looked resentfuly at the beautiful blossom tree with a heavy heart. He had searched all of Azure for the scented tree, thought to be almost all gone if not completely extinct. He would have taken a cutting for Shael, for her to nurture as her own in to a second beautiful tree. She always loved the exotic beauty of its spider shaped orange blossoms with their hearts of black and blue. In all his 700 years, he had never shed a tear until now. Shael felt somewhat weak as her bleary eyes blinked open and she tried to move. Laying on her back looking up at the tree-tops she waited for her eyes to focus clearly. What had come over her? It was daylight now in Azure, as bright as any autumn morning with the sun flickering through a rich tree canopy brushed by a gentle breeze. Zargor she gasped, her memory slipping back. Hes gone a voice beside her spoke. Justarious placed a strong hand on her limp arm and squeezed it reassuringly. His touch there the only heat she felt right now. Weakly she pulled away from him and forced her sleepy body to roll on to its side. Gagging once or twice, she felt like all she wanted to do was vomit tree leaves and bark. The feeling will pass very soon the strong voice spoke again. Sure enough her stomach settled, yet her mind still swam. Justarious she croaked, turning over to face him. yes he replied. She saw he was standing and noticed he was brushing aside numerous orange flowers, each speakled in its centre with black and blue flecks of metallic colour. Around them both, where she lay and were he stood close by, the ground was littered with these blooms. What happened? Shael asked a little more strongly. There is no tree that flowers this time of year in Azure forest. Shael dusted herself free from dirt and bracken. Where did all these flowers come from? Justarious came to her side and without asking proceeded to lift her in to a sitting position. Nothing but Spider Blossom he replied in a factual tone. Wheres the tree Shael questioned more, There has been no tree of that kind found here for over four decades? .......... Zargor sat at his desk not even looking at the zombie laying on his work bench. Youve got to let me free some time its voice seethed Or else Ill rot and youll never get rid of the smell. Youve already rotted. And if you think an undead troll offends me..... Zargor began to snarl, but gave up. Perhaps he should question it, while he had time before it completely decomposed. Who dug you up? he asked it, looking at it for the first time since Shaels illusion had vanished. I wasnt burried it replied in a cocky voice. I was rotting in the gardens, rather usefully mind you, just outside of Hainsleigh. Id been there a while too, as you can not doubt see..... It seemed to laugh at Its own humour. I was turned in to that exceptionally gorgeous maiden and left virtually on your door step. Thankfully you arnt as deeply in to your hobby as some necromancers are, if you know what I mean. Not even Id.......... Ok. Enough Zargor snapped, not wanting the creature to finish its sentence. You are more of a patuljak than a troll by the way you babble stories in too much detail . Close enough. the zombie chirped, My father was a troll. My mother, and quite willingly too, was a halfling. Theyre still married and living in Dwellingup.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 13:58:19 +0000
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