Mark Chadbourn - Destroyer of Worlds

'Nice one, mate!' Veitch called as Church caught up with the group.

'Let's not start cheering yet,' Church shouted back. 'The others are coming up fast behind.'

With the wind lashing them, they pressed their backs against the cliff face and edged around the path. 'We're still going in the right direction,' Tom said, 'as long as we don't fall to our doom. This path, in such a deserted landscape, is here for a reason.'

'What are they?' Miller asked again, struggling to cope with the terror surging through his system.

'Race enemies of those golden-skinned bastards.' The flickering black flames of Veitch's sword were a stark contrast to the snow. 'We fought them before. Beat 'em, too, at the Battle of London.'

Miller glanced back and almost lost his balance. 'It changed shape.'

'They do that a lot.' Veitch looked to Church. 'You think there's just a handful of 'em?'

'All of them disappeared after the Battle of London. What if they came here, to lick their wounds?' Church paused. 'What if this is the Void's secret army, just like we have the Army of Dragons and the gods?'

'You stopped them once, right?' Miller said hopefully. 'You can do it again.'

Looking out into the blizzard, Veitch had the odd sensation of a sea of white in which they could float.

'They're coming!' Church said. 'Let's move this along!'

Behind them, the call of the Fomorii echoed off the cliff-side; it contained a note of jubilance, perhaps that their old enemies were finally in their grasp, and it was followed by a metallic grinding that set their teeth on edge — the beasts' limbs dragging on the rock-face.

From the rear, Church urged them to move faster, but the path soon became more precarious as it crawled up and around the lower stage of the mountain they knew was hidden above their heads in the blizzard. As they rounded a bluff, they became more sheltered from the buffeting gale and visibility improved. They could see the path dropping down towards a horseshoe-shaped area enclosed by the towering rock. A single, twisted, ancient hawthorn stood in the centre.

'Bleedin' great,' Veitch said. 'No way out. We can't go back. You old bastard — you've led us to the perfect place for a slaughter.'

'Shut up!' Tom snapped. He examined his ring and Church could see from his face that he feared Freyja had planned this all along.

The hunting cries of the Fomorii rang out through the blizzard, ten joining twenty, more each second, echoing from out across the Great Plain as they converged on the mountains.

'You know what — I'm starting to think you're right,' Veitch said. 'All the Fomorii are here in Winter-side. We're screwed.'

After they'd skidded down the path into the horseshoe-shaped area, Church and Veitch moved quickly around the rock walls looking for any sign of a hidden passage or footholds that would help them climb to safety.

'Do you see anything here?' Ruth asked Shavi. He turned in a slow arc, letting his alien eye focus on everything. After a moment, he shook his head.

'Fucking brilliant!' Laura blazed. 'First you lose Hunter, now this!' Tears stung her eyes.

The low hunting calls grew louder. From out of the blizzard emerged the Fomorii, some descending the winding path, others clinging to the rock-face, still more rising up on the edge of the horseshoe-shaped area from where the land fell away precipitously.

Church and Veitch faced them, drawing their swords so that blue and black energy sparked between them. Ruth joined them, Blue Fire crackling around the tip of the Spear of Lugh.

Laura brushed away her tears to take a flank, but when she saw Shavi joining them, she urged him back. 'Let's face it, Shavster, you're about as useful as a wet towel in a fight like this. Go help Team Loser find a way out of here.'

'We have travelled the worlds together and you are all more dear to me than anyone else in my life. We have truly lived together and we should die together,' he replied.

She set her jaw. 'We're not about to die, because Hunter's going to come over that hill with the cavalry and crush these bastards dead. Now, go!'

In Shavi's look of sad fondness, they both accepted the lie in Laura's words, and then he turned and hurried to Tom and Miller who were scrambling around the foot of the cliffs. Virginia watched them blankly.

An oily flow of Fomorii washed into the horseshoe area until they stood ranged from cliff to cliff. It was like looking into a haze as their edges blurred with the constant shape-changing: armour plates snapping into place, human forms becoming insectile, cruel spikes and horns bursting from the hard skin.

'I've not missed them,' Church said.

'You know what makes me sick?' Veitch said. 'There's nobody here to write about how bleedin' brilliant we'll be when we go down fighting.'

Ruth smiled to herself. 'That's all you've ever wanted, isn't it? To be seen as one of the heroes.'

'Yeah, I want my name up in lights, why not?'

'Not going to happen, you tattooed psycho.' Laura crouched down and buried one hand in the snow until she was touching the ground. Concentration darkened her face, and after a second a row of bramble crawled slowly from the frozen ground along the ranks of Fomorii. With a gasp, Laura sagged back onto her behind. 'God, this place is too frozen. I'm as useless as Shavi.'

'You tried,' Church said. 'Drop back with the others.'

The Fomorii held back for a second, and then they broke like a wave at the shore.

'No,' Ruth whispered defiantly.

A sound thundered at the base of Church and Veitch's skulls. Ruth had uttered a word of power, her eyes rolling back to reveal the whites. She appeared greater than the mere dimensions of her form, magnificent, and with each passing second, more terrifying.

The wind roiled into a fist and slammed into the approaching line of Fomorii, smashing them back. Bullets of snow and ice tore into them and lightning crashed from the sky, leaving charred circles in the snow and the twisted remnants of bodies. In a trance, she levelled the Spear of Lugh, and Blue Fire surged from the tip. The Fomorii recoiled from contact with it.

Only one of the creatures made it through Ruth's assault, but Church and Veitch were ready for it. They attacked from either side, hacking and thrusting. Screeching, the Fomor lashed out, its limbs changing shape as it moved to find the most lethal aspect. One glancing blow sent Church sprawling, but Veitch was already in the space Church had occupied before he hit the ground, preventing the Fomor from delivering a killing blow.

At the cliff wall, Miller and Shavi were drawn by the furious battle, but Tom continued to search furiously, Virginia observing him. With angry frustration, he took a step back and shouted at Shavi, 'Something's here. You're supposed to be a saviour of the universe. Find it.'

'I see nothing,' Shavi responded. 'No hidden door or path-'

'Wait.' Miller pointed hesitantly to the lifeless tree. 'That stands in such a perfect position in this space… is it natural?'

Shavi ran his hands over the bark.

'Yes,' Tom said. 'Yes! Symbolic. It's a sign. A message-'

'Here, in this desolate, frozen, rocky place,' Shavi continued with a smile, 'is life.'

As he moved his hands over the rough bark, he felt the faintest pulse deep within. Resting his forehead against the trunk, eyes closed, he held it, fanned it, drew it out from the sleeping core. Miller's hand went to his stomach where he felt an involuntary connective warmth.

A faint blue light appeared on the trunk. Breathing in the smell of burned iron, Shavi concentrated, forcing the long-dormant power to grow stronger. The light became a single flame that appeared to die in the cold breeze, until suddenly it erupted along the length of the trunk and the entire tree blazed with the Blue Fire, each shimmering finger now a leaf on the once-dead branches.