Page 48 of Wings of The Wraith
He was looking at the creature, but he paused to face me, and I realized he really was human. He even looked it.
There was a scar on his face that went right across it from his left eye to his right cheek.
I kicked out at the glass and wiggled my fingers, moving any part of me that could acknowledge him.
“Dante.” I called out, but he couldn’t hear me, and if he was human, I knew he wouldn’t be able to hear my thoughts either.
A small smile of reassurance appeared on his face, but just for a second. Then it was gone. It left when the creature bellowed that hideous noise again.
I didn’t know how he could fight that thing. I didn’t know how anyone could.
“Let the games begin.” The queen shouted with a dark smile on her face.
If I could get my hands on her I would have slapped the smile off her stupid fucking face.
Who did things like this? Who?
Her stupid realm was also at risk if Balmora and the necromancer got their hands on me.
She laughed in delight as the creature rushed Dante swinging his sword at him.
I screamed, thinking he was going to chop his head off.
Dante, however, miraculously dodged him. He slid under him, going through the wide gap between his legs.
Dante also used the movement to thrust his sword up high into the creature, slicing him as he passed by.
The creature howled in pain and the queen scowled.
I was breathing so hard I couldn’t catch my breath to steady it. I couldn’t focus or concentrate, and I dared not look away just in case something happened to Dante.
The creature whirled around to face him in a rage and knocked Dante to the ground with the hilt of his sword. I gasped at the sight because I was sure that would have knocked him out.
Dante was on the ground for a few seconds before he moved. Blood ran down the side of his face. He gripped his sword and charged the creature but was once again knocked back.
It seemed worse because he hit his head on the edge of a boulder and fell instantly to the ground.
I couldn’t see him coming out of this fight alive. I couldn’t see it.
The creature was too powerful. It was too powerful and here I was sealed in this case with the vines around me.
I hung my head down in shame as tears fell down my cheeks.
I was sick of being weak. Sick of being helpless.
It was the same problem at home. Back in Washington I worked in the library and put up with all that crap because I needed the job. I had a goal for myself with my business and I knew I needed to continue to work at the library if I wanted to finance my business. It was so much worse because I’d failed before.
Here I was again, helpless to whatever life threw at me. This life, this world that contained so many things I didn’t understand.
And I was a syphon. A magical being who could syph the powers of whatever I wanted.
So, what was the good of me now? Like this, in this state.
When I lifted my head, I saw the elf queen looking at me. Her stare was intense and penetrative.
“Why aren’t you playing the game?”She spoke to my mind with a bright smile on her face. “Are you going to let your love die?”
I stared back at her.
