Decoy
Page 30
He awoke to agonizing pain. His right hand burned fiercely, as if it were being slashed all the way to the bone, healed instantly, and slashed again. His eyes ached, seeing two very different scenes simultaneously.
One moment, he lay dying on the cold stone roads of Shaylis amid Honmour’s desperate attempts to heal him. The next he stood in another city, surrounded by children. As the vision shifted he realized he watched through someone else’s eyes. They were those of a child, judging by his diminutive arms and ineffective reflexes.
The children rushed forward, pushing and punching with all their strength. Varadour power rushed through this child, whose eyes he watched from, granting him greater strength and power than any seven-year old could wield.
The next instant he lay dying in Shaylis again, Honmour pouring cool water into his wounds. The agony in his hand tripled as Kaltor’s eyes glowed blue, drawing on Sight Seeker power, causing Honmour to watch in shock at the impossible. The pain kept him awake. He looked down at his chest, feeling a trickle of Varadour power take hold where his friend’s efforts had washed the poison away.
Healing energy rushed into his body from his hand, guided to every cleansed inch of flesh he could see. He felt the Varadour power take root there, feeding his body, strengthening it against the toxins, slowly forcing them out.
The Link faded quickly, leaving him so exhausted that even breathing presented a momentous task. Honmour continued to talk and plead, sending more healing energy, helping him breath. Then the pain in Kaltor’s hand faded, and once again he lost consciousness.