The Ancient Ones
“He stayed hidden, buried inside the stiff branches of one of the trees that thrived in this stagnant, brackish quagmire. Waiting for the cover of darkness, he dared not move towards the boats lest he bring attention to himself.
He presumed the sorcerers were busy in the palace and was thankful for that. Like Samuel, they could have found him if they wished, but one young man did not compare to the prize they had already won—the greatest of magicians in the world. Whether they had killed Samuel or captured him, Leopold did not presently know or care. His only thoughts were of making his escape, of getting back to the Farstride. After that ... he did not know.
He waited the long hours until night, barely daring to move except to relieve one cramped part of himself or another, letting the blood flow as best as he could. He lowered himself chest deep into the water, and waded the short distance to where the boats were stowed; at least, to where he thought they were stowed, for t...he small island of mud he had been observing all the while turned out to be empty.MoreLess
He presumed the sorcerers were busy in the palace and was thankful for that. Like Samuel, they could have found him if they wished, but one young man did not compare to the prize they had already won—the greatest of magicians in the world. Whether they had killed Samuel or captured him, Leopold did not presently know or care. His only thoughts were of making his escape, of getting back to the Farstride. After that ... he did not know.
He waited the long hours until night, barely daring to move except to relieve one cramped part of himself or another, letting the blood flow as best as he could. He lowered himself chest deep into the water, and waded the short distance to where the boats were stowed; at least, to where he thought they were stowed, for t...he small island of mud he had been observing all the while turned out to be empty.MoreLess
Write Review:
User Reviews: