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I woke at night feeling the sudden urge to relieve myself. The small fire in our tent had been reduced to no more than just a few embers though I didn't make a move to replenish it. The night was rather warm. It was close to sunrise, for the sky was more gray than it was black. Riverwind was still fast asleep so I took care when I stepped out of the tent and walked a fair distance from the camp. Scarlight's words repeated in my head. Don't be surprised if you hear a voice while you're taking a piss. I chuckled slightly, knowing that now I'd be expecting Nightingale's voice every time.
I turned and looked in the direction of Scarlight's hut, my bladder emptied. I could see a faint flickering of light through the windows, indicating that the old Iether was up. I wondered if he had ever fallen asleep at all. I looked back at the tent where Riverwind slept then back again at Scarlight's hut. There were some things I wanted to learn, without having Riverwind hovering over me all the time. I
"Light." I heard my mother's voice calling to me. Then I saw her face and her hair was blonde, curling around her face. Her eyes were a soft brown. Her face was peaceful and her smile was warm and welcoming. But fear flooded through me. That was not my mother. My mother was a stern woman, with black hair, dark eyes and a scar on her chin. "Light," she called again, holding her hand out to me.
"No!" I screamed and attempted to smack her hand aside but in that moment she grabbed my wrist. I attempted to pull away from her, until I blinked and Riverwind's image replaced her image. He held my wrist, his face twisted into shock and worry. I lay gasping upon what I guess to be a bed. I glanced around quickly before looking back at him.
"I was dreaming, wasn't I?" I asked. He nodded.
"Who was she?" he asked. I was confused for a moment before I remembered my dream and the woman I had thought to be my mother.
"You were in my head?" I asked, feeling a little exposed that not even my dreams were
The silence of our walk was beginning to irk me. Blue, though he was injured, seemed to move quickly enough for he and Bladerose took the lead. Not just that but they were so many paces ahead that it was obvious their distance was intentional. They were probably thinking Riverwind and I wanted some privacy to talk. In truth, they were right. There were so many things I wanted to ask Riverwind but I was waiting for him to speak first. It was a silly thing to do, because it seemed he didn't want to talk at all.
The only thing he had explained since we had come out from the secret entrance to the cave was how Blue had been able to hide amongst us. Blue had the ability to render himself invisible. It also explained why my gun had seemed to float in midair when Riverwind threw it. He wasn't getting rid of it; he was throwing it to an invisible Blue. It made me curious how long Blue had been with us. Had he known me from the very beginning? Could he have been looking in my face as I sat in m
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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