Gods in the Lianreida - Part 7 of 15
Beneath him, the muscles of his
mount grow tense. It crooked its head around, regarding him with one eye, while
observing the forest ahead with the other. Again, its tubular tongue touched
his cheek and this time Larias sensed apprehension.
“It will be all right,” he told it.
“This time I won’t be seen…”
He stopped, suddenly aware that he
had been seen when he had not wished to be, and that he had felt the arrow’s
touch even though it had exploded into fragments before piercing his chest. Now
that…
There was a sudden cry of fear from
the trees ahead. Larias frowned. Warriors did not cry out like that, no matter
what race claimed them.
In spite of his fear for its
safety, he nudged his creature forward, urging it to the edge of the place the
elven fortress stood. At the edge of the clearing where it should have stood,
Larias turned his mount sideward so that he sat at the very edge. What he saw
made his stomach turn.
Dark creatures descended from the
skies, their once-feathered wings now scaled by advanced pinions of hollow
bone; their talons extended into scythes as they opened their beaks to scream.
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