Michael Sullivan - The emerald storm

Then she felt it.

Like the snap of a twig, or the crack of an egg, a tremor passed through her body-a sudden disconcerting break.

She looked down. The old man's hands were gone. Revealed in the flickering torchlight she was seeing her own fingers, her own sleeves.

With his back turned, the knight continued to escort them. As he reached the bottom of the stairs he began to turn saying, "Your Grace, I-"

Before he was fully around, Hilfred shoved her aside.

He drew his sword just as the knight's eyes widened. Driving his blade at the man's chest. The black armor turned the tip. It skipped off, penetrating the gap between the chest plate and the right pauldron, piercing the man's shoulder.

The knight cried out.

Hilfred withdrew his sword. The knight staggered backward, struggling to draw his own. Hilfred swung at the knight's neck. Blood exploded, spraying both of them. The seret made no further noise as he crumpled and fell.

"What happened?" Hilfred asked picking up the torch.

"The walls," she said, touching the chiseled symbols, "They have runes on them like in Gutaria Prison. I can't do magic in here. Do you think anyone heard that?"

"I'm sure the kid fetching water did," he said. "Will he do anything?"

"I don't know. We should close the door," Arista said, picking up the sword with the emerald and looking up the long staircase at the patch of light at the top. What they covered so casually minutes ago now appeared so far-so dangerous. "I'll do it. You find Gaunt."

"No. I won't leave your side. There could be more guards. Forget the door, we'll find him together and get out of here." He took her left hand and pulled her along. Her right hand held onto the sword.

The hallways were narrow stone corridors without any light, except what came from the torch they held. The ceiling arched to a peak not more than a foot above Arista's head, forcing Hilfred to stoop. Wooden doors began appearing on either side, so short they looked more like livestock gates.

"Gaunt!" Hilfred yelled.

"Degan Gaunt!" Arista shouted.

They ran down the darkened passageways pounding on doors calling his name and peering inside. The hallway ended at a T-intersection. With only one torch, there was no option to spilt up even if Hilfred could be convinced. They turned right and pressed on finding more doors.

"Degan Gaunt!"

"Stop!" Arista stopped suddenly.

"Wha-"

"Shush!"

Very faintly-"Here!"

They trotted down the next corridor, but reached a dead end.

"This place is a maze," Arista said.

They ran back, and took another turn. They called again.

"Here! I'm here!" Came the reply, louder now.

Running once more they again met a solid wall. They retraced their steps, found another corridor that appeared to go in the right direction and followed it as far as the hallway allowed.

"Degan!" she cried.

"Over here!"

It was coming from the last door in the block. en they reached it, Arista bent down and held up the torch. In the tiny grated window, she saw a pair of eyes. She grabbed the door handle and pulled-locked. She tried the gemstone but nothing happened.

"Damn it!" she cried. "The guard, he must have the key. Oh, how could I be so stupid? I should have searched him before we ran off."

Hilfred hammered the wooden door with his sword. The hard oak, nearly as solid as stone, gave up only sliver size chips.

"We'll never get the door open this way. Your sword isn't doing anything! We have to go back for the keys."

Hilfred continued to strike the door.

"We'll be back, Degan!" Arista said, before starting back down the hall carrying the torch.

"Arista!" Hilfred shouted, as he chased after her.

They rounded the corridors, turning left then right and then- "Arista, my dear! What a surprise," Saldur greeted her as they nearly ran into the regent.

Around him were five Seret Knights with swords drawn and torches held high.

Hilfred pushed Arista back. "Run!" he told her.

Saldur laughed. "There is nowhere to run to, dear boy. You're both quite trapped."

Saldur, his hair loose and wild, wore a white linen nightgown over which he had pulled a red silk robe that he was still in the midst of tying about his waist. "You've been very clever, Arista, but you've always been a clever girl, haven't you? Always poking your nose into places you shouldn't.

"And you Hilfred, reunited with your princess once more, I see. It is a wonderfully gallant gesture to defend her with your life, but it is also futile, and where is the honor in futility? There is no other exit from this dungeon. These men are Seret Knights, highly skilled, brutally trained soldiers who will kill you if you resist."

Saldur took the torch from the lead seret, who now also drew a dagger. "You have wasted half your life protecting this foolish girl, whose stupidity and rash choices have dragged you through torment and fire. Put down your sword and back away."

Hilfred checked his grip and planted his feet.

"When I was fifteen, you told me I would die if I tried to save her. That night I ran into an inferno of smoke and flame. If I didn't listen to you then, what makes you think I will now?"

Saldur sighed. "Don't make them kill you."

Hilfred stood his ground.

"Stop, please. I beg you!" Arista shouted. "Sauly, I'll do anything you ask. Please, just let him go."

"Persuade him to put down his sword and I will."

"Hilfred-"

"Not even if you order me to," his voice grave. "There is no power in Elan capable of making me walk away from you-not now, not ever again."

"Hilfred…" she whispered as tears fell.

He glanced at her. In that moment of inattention, the seret saw an opening and slashed. Hilfred dodged.

Swords clashed.

"NO!" Arista cried.

Hilfred swung for the throat again, but the knight ducked. Hilfred's blade struck the wall kicking up sparks and the knight stabbed him in the side. Hilfred gasped and staggered but managed to lunge and thrust his sword at the knight's chest. Again the point of the blade deflected off the black armor, but this time he was not fortunate enough to connect.

Arista watched as a second knight lunged, driving his sword through Hilfred's stomach. The sword pierced his body, pushing out the back of his tunic.

"No! NO!" she screamed, falling against the wall as her knees threatened to buckle.

With blood spilling from his lips, Hilfred struggled to raise his sword again. The foremost knight brought his own blade down severing Hilfred's arm at the elbow in a burst of warm blood that splashed across her face.

Hilfred collapsed to his knees. His body hitched.

"A-Aris…" he sputtered.

"Oh, Hilfred…" Arista whispered er eyes burned.

The knights stood over him. One raised his sword.

"ARISTA!" he cried.

The knight's sword came down.

Arista collapsed as if the blade pierced them both. She slumped against the wall sliding to the floor. She could not speak. She could not breathe. Her eyes locked on the dead body of Hilfred as a warm wetness crept between her fingers.

"Hilfred," she mouthed the word. She had no breath left to speak it.

Saldur sighed. "Get him out of here."

"What about her?"

"They went through so much trouble to get in, let's find her a nice permanent room."

Invasion "What do you think is going to happen?" Hadrian asked Royce as they sat in the dark.

"The fleet will come in, there will be no pressure to fire the spouts, and the Ghazel will land without opposition and slaughter everyone. Eventually they'll reach here, break in and butcher us."

"No," Hadrian said, shaking his head. "See, that's where you're wrong. The Ghazel will eat us alive and they'll take their time savoring every moment. Trust me."