Total pages in book: 161
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 162269 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 811(@200wpm)___ 649(@250wpm)___ 541(@300wpm)
And it was done.
A New Airen.
Marian
Silbury Henge, Argyll Forest
AIREN
“Noooo!” Marian shrieked, fighting him as he carried her back to the circle. “You cannot! You cannot do this to me! I helped you get free!”
“And now you serve a further purpose, my witch,” he said.
She bucked, scratched, bit.
“Noooo!” she screeched. “Let me gooooo!”
He slammed her to her back on the slab in the center of the circle with such strength, her head cracked against it, her eyelids drooped, and her limbs grew weak.
“I lament you will not see what it is you helped to bring about,” he whispered, his face close to hers.
All she saw was the gray seeping in at the sides of her eyes.
She had to fight it.
She had to stay conscious.
Get focus.
She was a witch.
She had forgotten in her fright, she had magic.
She had to get her focus and use it.
In the meantime, she needed to try to reach him another way.
“Me brutum,” she said desperately.
“Patrona,” he moaned.
That moan gave her hope.
With effort, she blinked away the gray and focused.
“We could do so many wondrous things, you and I,” she told him.
“I find I will miss you,” he said morosely.
Oh gods.
Miss her?
Fear took her in its clutch.
“Then…do not…do what it is…you intend…to do,” she pushed out.
“Oh no.” He shook his head. “This was the mistake I made last time, my witch. And I shan’t make it again.”
Marian had just managed to start the tingle she felt at the small of her back…
When there was nothing she could do but scream.
Gods.
Agony.
“Yes,” he breathed, his voice animal, her eyelids fluttering.
Still, through them, she saw the Beast.
His beauty gone, his breath fetid, his claws embedded in her gut.
Her entire body jerked, pain blistering throughout her frame as he pulled them out, drew back his arm, and she saw his long talons dripping with her blood before she cried out again, this much weaker, as he struck down.
Automatically, she shut her eyes tight as his claws scored into the stone of the slab beside her head and a great light rose out.
“Yes!” he bellowed, and she tightened her eyes tight, for even closed, that light burned them.
She felt his presence leave her, the light dimmed, and her head fell to the side as she again opened her eyes.
“Come, brother!” he shouted, and she watched him from behind as he again drew back his arm and embedded his claws into one of the standing stones.
Bright light poured out and she flinched against it before she saw a figure fall out of the light, out of the stone, into the snow before it.
By the gods.
He had…
The time before, he had emerged from that broken stone.
“Up, brother,” the Beast urged, moving to the next stone, in which he rooted his claws, crying, “Come, sister!”
With effort, Marian turned to the side, thinking vaguely of escape, feeling in her movement another rush of her blood over the slab under her.
And she watched as the creature freed from the stone pressed up to its hands and knees in the snow.
“Come, brother!” the Beast exclaimed and there was another shaft of light.
She reached to the edge of the slab, curled her fingers around it, tried to pull her weight toward it, and felt another gush of blood come from her.
She stilled and her eyelids drooped.
“Come, sister!” the Beast called on another flash of light.
She had failed.
She had failed dearly.
For there was not one of them.
There were five.
Her eyes were almost closed when the light in the circle changed.
She saw colored streaks and heard an almighty squawk of pain that was so grotesque, it scored at her ears, and with the last of her strength, she could do naught but lift her hands and cover them.
The circle filled with a flash of green.
“Four!” she heard a woman shout.
“No!” A flash of red and another woman’s shout. “Five!”
There was then a flare of blue.
And a roar of fury.
“Nandra! Lena! That one! Concentrate on the one still down in the snow!”
Another gods-awful screech and a flash of coral.
A flare of it scored over her.
“Melisse! Return! Give warning!”
Another pained, hideous screech.
Marian curled into herself.
“Sister!” the Beast thundered.
The circle filled with an explosion that was a mix of blue, coral, green and red light.
The green blinked out.
“Rebecca!”
“No!”
“Return! Return! Return!”
“Nandra, go!”
Her body was jolted as another went careening over her and Marian saw over the edge of the slab the dark hair of a Firenz woman fanned out on the snow.
It did not move.
“Give…it…all!”
Bright coral and intense blue suffused the circle and then a boom exploded so mighty, her frame jerked with it.
“We can do no more! Go!”
A flash of blue.
One of coral.
And…
Silence.
Marian noted vaguely it was snowing again.
Not snow.
No.
A heavy downfall of black ash.
As her vision faded, she watched the Beast in the form of a beast drop to his knees into the snow, murmuring, “Sister.”