by Morris, Dave
Caelestis looked around. The smell of pine smoke wafted on the evening air. ‘Now it's rather a pleasant night.’
Oraba nodded. ‘Night and winter no longer seem terrible. You have been the saviours of our land.’
Altor fingered the hilt that now hung around his neck. ‘We are glad to have helped your people,’ he said, ‘but our own quest is far from over. The Sword of Life is not complete. We still need to find the blade.’
‘I cannot look into the future,’ said Oraba. ‘Those powers are gone now. When the Warlock King’s tyranny ended, so did my own magic and those of all the other seers.’
‘I’m sorry to hear that,’ said Caelestis.
She laughed. ‘Don’t be. I don’t need to see the future; I’m content with the present. But on that day you set out from here, I had a last dream of things yet to be...’
They waited. At last the suspense grew to much for Altor to bear. ‘Did you dream of the blade?’ he asked.
‘I saw it in the far south—a city of spires and domes beside an azure bay. But...’
‘But what?’
‘The blade is there, but it’s not there that you’ll find it. In my dreams I saw you both lost in the land of the dead.’
TO BE CONTINUED
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