Lotus Isle: Book I

by Don P. Bick

  Chapter 37

  In the darkness, deep below the ground in another part of the world, a deep searing pain knifed through the chest of the dark one. Staggering to his feet he barely made it to the bed to lie down.

  The seven had achieved a measure of success. Where they were or what they had accomplished he did not know. He only knew they had to be stopped.

  The pain was not physical. It reached and cut into his deepest darkest being. It was light; the light of goodness overcoming evil and darkness. His power was greatly affected. He would be in no position to accomplish much until he recovered from this setback and the light faded. He still believed he was the supreme force in this world. He was confident the light would fade. His existence depended on it.