Forged of Flesh (4 ratings) by A. S. Teller
Page 1 of 17 P>Kyra was so very tired, in all her young life she had never before felt so
exhausted. It had been only three days since she and the others fled the mob
that besieged their home. Three days since her beloved Jarret died in the fire
the mob started when they attacked the house. So depleted was her strength that
Kyra could not even summon enough energy to weep for the man she loved. Kyra
wished she could spare a little of her strength to let fall one tear for
Jarret, but she dare not. Kyra must horde her power to keep off the seeking
spells of the wizards that served their hunters. The mob knew of their escape
and had set magic users to find them. Even now Kyra could feel their seeking
enchantments, like greasy fingers brushing over her mind. Kyra knew the hunters
would never stop till she and the others were dead.
Kyra could understand the hatred, the lust for their deaths. Kyra, her twin
sister Lyra, brothers Austin, Bendix and Sloan had aided Dorn in his mad quest
for power. They five had stood beside his gore soaked throne and struck down
any who spoke against him. They had reveled in death and destruction, in terror
and brutality beyond imagination. The number of people to fall before them
could never be marked in full. In the years Dorn sought for dominion over the
realm, wherever he went mountains of bodies appeared. Yes, Kyra could well
understand why they wished her and her siblings dead.
That they had done none of this of their own free wills did not matter. They
had been the first he lured to him and sealed to his desires by the power of
the Demon's Heart. Dorn had enslaved their minds to his purpose just as he had
all who followed him in his war against the King. Nor was it their fault that
they were of his blood. Could anyone truly hold them guilty simply because
their great-grandsire and Dorn's was the same man?
Yes, Kyra understood the reason for their hatred. However the fact that in
the last battle at Shadow Falls she had broken free of him should count for
something. If Kyra had not turned from Dorn it was very likely that not even
the power of the King could have kept Dorn from ruling these lands. Though the
King and his advisers were mighty sorcerers, against the power of Dorn's
Demon's Heart gem they could not prevail. Had it not been for her all would
have lost and been forever under Dorn's domination.
Thinking of that day drew Kyra's thoughts back to Jarret. In all truth it
had been Jarret who was responsible for her turning from Dorn. With the ease
true love grants Kyra recalled the day she first set eyes upon him. Then Jarret
had been nothing but another captured warrior, someone to be broken and
enslaved to Dorn's desire. At first he had been nothing to her, just one of the
hundreds Dorn ordered she convert to his service. However Jarret would not
turn, no matter how potent her spelling, Kyra could not break his mind to her
will. This was not the only time it happened, there were others whose minds
were too strong for her magic to distort. But unlike those others Kyra did not
ordered Jarret's throat cut. Rather for some reason Kyra kept Jarret alive. Next Page Copyright © 1999, 2000, 2001 A. S. Teller, sffworld.com. All rights reserved. No part of this may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the author. The author has submitted the work in accordance with and in agreement with the following Submission Guidelines.
|