Chapter 4

Narn stood over the body of the Sorcerer and grimaced. He hadn’t even thought about the action before it had happened. He and his friends, Galdacil and Erimbril, had been out hunting when tendrils of fog had surrounded them. A flicker of power had passed through each of them and then they had found themselves standing in the tower room. The sight of one of the hated Sorcerer’s had immediately called for action and Narn had acted out of reflex as much as anything else.

“Where are we?” Galdacil asked calmly looking at the body with a bit of amused detachment. Erimbril himself was looking at the symbols on the floor with curiosity.

“How am I supposed to know? I’m as confused as you are as to what we are doing here. Not a very bright Sorcerer. You would have thought that if he was going to summon three warriors he would have had at least some guards here to slow us down so he could bind us.” Narn replied sourly, kneeling by the body to wipe his blade, which still glowed with warning.

“He wasn’t summoning us,” the quiet voice of Erimbril stated from the circles edge.

“Well if he wasn’t summoning us then what are we doing here?” Galdacil asked sarcastically.

Erimbril flushed slightly and then stated softly, “He thought he was going to be summoning a demon. He must have messed up the spell and gotten us instead. These protections were designed for a demon lord. That’s why it didn’t stop Narn from leaving the circle and striking him down.

Galdacil chuckled wryly glancing at Narn and shrugged, “Well I guess there goes our ride home. Do you know where we are Erimbril? And how do we get back.”

Narn stepped to an open window as the other two conversed, his face thoughtful as the sounds of battle floated through the open window. He looked out onto the courtyard below him and his eyes narrowed seeing the demon army assaulting the walls below.

“Not in Fae anymore. I think we may have found some Sorcerer that had fled during one of the last wars. His spells are of a much older style than those I’ve seen before. And the feel of my magics here isn’t the same.” Erimbril’s voice was soft as he studied the runes upon the floor and mapped out the patterns of the spells.

Narn turned from the window, gesturing to his friends as he spoke quickly,“We have more to do you two. If you’ll stop discussing where we are and take a look out here. It seems we’ve been brought to a siege. And we seem to be losing.”

Galdacil and Erimbril looked surprised and stepped to the window and looked out, “So that is what happened.” Erimbril stated with surprise. Galdacil and Narn looked at him questioningly so he explained, “He was trying to summon something to defeat that army out there. He just didn’t say what to summon and got us instead. It looks like his demons have left too. His death would have freed them. Those men are going to be swarmed under if we don’t do something you know.”

Narn and Galdacil grinned ferally and then turned to the door and the stairs behind it quickly. Narn’s blade glowed faintly in his hands as the three took the stairs quickly. Erimbril and Galdacil had their bows in their hands. And as they hit the ground floor they flew past the startled apprentice and towards the doors Narn’s voice rose in a cry, “Nyarhyanda!” as Erimbril blew open the doors with a soft word and the three strode out into the raging courtyard where wind, rain and blood flowed freely.