She didn’t know, but who was she to question him. They’d just met and aside from a few brief conversations over the last four days, she really knew nothing about him.
Liar! He’s Half-Ogre, an orphan the Crone Mother raised. He’s pledged you his sword, or rather, told the crazy old woman he’d look after you and that apparently includes chasing off after Arin.
Arin needed her though. She couldn’t leave him to Gods knew what fate in a time of war. Could she?
Arin’s a grown man, a warrior no less. He can fend for himself! You don’t owe him anything.
Was this the spell talking? It had to be. Yes, that was it.
She owed Arin everything. He’d saved her life, several times over the last month and that was something you just didn’t repay with abandonment!
Ignoring the little voice in her head, she gave Dinsa a nudge with her heels. “Might as well get started. I have a feeling it’s going to be a long journey.”
***
Golix stood over the pools of water, watching everything unfold.
In the first, the Roc and his Rider launched off the cliffs near the Harpy border, the Half-Ogre right behind her and headed east, straight into his trap at Garzug. The little bastard was doing as he had been told and bringing her to him.
Perfect.
In the next, the Dragon King and his would-be Queen stood on the bow of The Magu, heading to Lad’ra. His control over Draven hadn’t been completely broken and he was still susceptible to his commands, taking that witch exactly where he was supposed to.
Perfect.
In a third, the Neither-Born abomination sat fuming in his cage, headed for the dust mines of Rasa where he’d be soon be nothing more than a bleached pile of bones, if he was so fortunate.
Perfect.
In a fourth, his new army was amassing. Elite teams of Orc’s, Ogre’s, and Griffons were crisscrossing the seas, attacking and pillaging any ship they came across. Those too damaged in battle were scuttled. Those still afloat were heading to the western most edge of the 3rd Kingdom, where they’d be refitted and made sky worthy in short order.
Perfect.
Despite a few bumps along the way, everything was going exactly as it should.
With one exception.
He turned to a fifth pool, scowling at the image of Interim King Cannis addressing a crowd of Bra’kaian citizens. He couldn’t hear what the Satyr was saying, but the people raised their arms and cheered when he finished. Cannis was beginning to believe in his own power, according to what he’d been told, and that would not do. It wasn’t for now, though. He’d be dealt with just before the King returned from the dead to re-take the Throne.
“Is all as it should be?”
He smiled across the vision pools. “But of course. Worry not. All you foretold has come to pass, Mother. Soon, we will rule the Five Kingdoms with no one the wiser for our involvement.”
The End.
For Now…
About Margaret Taylor
Margaret Taylor currently lives in San Antonio, TX and is scratching post for her five cats. She is an avid writer, a novice photographer and enjoys all things Paranormal, Fantasy and Science Fiction! Just ask her, she'll tell you!
Her list of books include:
A First Love Never Dies - Book 1 of The Spi-Corp Series (Sci-Fi Romance)
Saving His Love – Book 2 of The Spi-Corp Series (Sci-Fi Romance)
Wolf's Paradox - Book 1 of The Layren Series (Paranormal Romance)
I Saw Momma Shoot Santa Claus – Book 1 of The Legacy Series (Paranormal Romance)
All In The Name Of Love (Contemporary Romantic Suspense)
Love's Prophecy (Paranormal Romance)
The Seer – Book 1 of The Shadowcon Series (Urban Fantasy)
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