Whispers of a Legend, Part One-Shadows of the Past
without her hands, how?”
    “It came from her eyes, my Lord,” Cono said.
He glanced over at me waiting for me to offer an explanation. I had
none. I clung tighter to Turstan.
    Lord Lothar shrugged, pressing his lips
together tightly. Then he shook his head, “I’m afraid I’m not going
to be able to offer anything that will make you happy. King Edulf
insists Kela stays here until he finds a solution.”
    Lord Lothar’s hand went up immediately to
Falco. “Oh, young Prince, do not begin with me and I would advise
you not to go against King Edulf. It has been a long day of
celebrating for most. Morning is only a couple of hours away. I
have instructed for a bed for your comfort, Kela. It is all I can
do at the moment. Know though I will intervene on your behalf. You
will not be in the tower long of that rest assured…”
    “No, you don’t understand.
We all need to stay together, Falco, Sareta and I,” I interrupted
unable to remain silent any longer. I broke from Turstan’s side. “I
understand none of this. I have done nothing to deserve such. But
this I know Sareta is a passive. The in tensity of feelings between all has drained her. She could
not survive with this conflict.”
    “Then you need to convince her otherwise.
You need to convince her you are well looked after,” Lothar said
plainly. “If you care for your sister.”
    “How can you ask such?”
    “Life as a royal is never easy, Kela. It has
to be accepted. Do you believe that Archibaldus is happy with your
discovery? He has long been considered heir apparent once your
father died. All has changed. Archibaldus will not take it without
issue. Lord Edulf will have to tread softly.”
    “Do you realize, Lothar that Kela is also in
line behind Falco for the throne?” Turstan bantered.
    “Much has changed,
Turstan,” Lothar stated. He ran his hand through his hair
frustrated for the meeting wasn’t going as planned. “King Edulf
cannot afford to trust many. Times are such. When we discover
Mithelk and his guards cut down to ribbons, we immediately flew
to Nottesdone. There was nothing left. The
portal closed. He placed blame solely upon the children’s mother.
When Kela spoke of Dyer’s involvement, it was the first we had
heard of even the possibility.”
    “Why would he blame Lady Eufamia?” Turstan
asked confused.
    “I’m not certain, but he was convinced of
such,” Lothar answered. He shook his head. “In honesty, I don’t
know what to make of all. To me, I believe as most Lanka’s, fate,
destiny will prevail. Also there is the realization that a great
threat looms for a Euchoun with that power would emerge only to
deal with such.”
    I listened intently while they argued, but
suddenly my eyes became blurred. I rubbed them, trying to focus but
all I could see was a fog where a form emerged. A dark figure
slinked toward a sleeping object. I screamed. I could feel hands
touch my shoulders and then with a sweeping force I was flung
through a seemingly long tunnel landing hard against a hard stone
wall.
    A body fell against me, quickly rolling to
the side. To my surprise Cono had followed me through. He stood
upon his feet, sword drawn. The creature turned staring at me with
all eight of his eyes arranged in four pair in a semicircle on the
dark forehead. The creature seemed to revival with my appearance.
Its mouth opened revealing two huge fangs on the chelicerae during
with liquid smacking its lips in a manner of it was about to
satisfy a hunger.
    Cono moved swiftly between the creature and
myself. Without warning, the creature flung Cono back with one of
its many legs. It made its way slowly toward me. For a moment, I
stood frozen with a fear that gripped me, but the creature buckled.
Wings fluttered rapidly as Cono jumped upon the creatures back. The
creature fought back, bending over. Cono lost his footing. The
creature maneuvered over the fallen Sordarin, fangs
outstretched.
    Panting, shaking, I quickly crawled back to
my feet.

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