Tales of the Drui… Book #5 Preview

This is a little piece I wrote this morning and will probably be used for Book #5

Enjoy!

 

The stone steps grazed Kallan’s feet as she descended the steps barely seen by the ambient light of her Seidr. Blue light glowed, lining her face as she scanned the cold walls. She had heard it. She was certain. Rune’s voice called from below. Holding her breath, she held one hand in front of her, cradling the ball of blue Seidr flame, while her other hand grazed the wall as she found her way deeper into the caverns.

Where is Bergen? she pondered attempting to ignore the pounding in her chest. She was certain she could handle  whatever was below, but wouldn’t shrug away some assistance even from Bergen.

Another cry, and Kallan’s hand left the wall. With a flick of her wrist, flame ignited and she balanced the white ball ready to fire if need be.

The air was heavy as if it lulled her to sleep. She knew that pungent smell. She knew the bitter tang of that familiar drug. The memory was enough to keep her guard up and her wits sharp. Not a day had passed since she had tasted the vile drugs of the Dvergar. Another cry, louder this time, and Kallan stopped.

“Hey.”

Bergen jumped from behind and Kallan fired barely missing Bergen’s shoulder. Used to her temper, Bergen leaned to the side, more interested in the bundle secured in his hand.

“Och! Bergen!” Kallan said forcing her shout into a whisper. “Where did you get to?”

“I found some pipe weed a ways back and wanted to snag it.”

“Pipe weed,” Kallan said. “You left me for pipe weed.”

Bergen scoffed. “Well no.” He rolled his eyes. “Not just any pipe weed. This is a rare strain that only grows in these parts. Rune used up my last batch months ago, but the trade ships don’t make port for another six months.”

Kallan’s eyes twitched as Bergen pulled out the pipe he had carved himself.

“Berg—”

Another cry. Bergen froze, the pipe lip still in his mouth.

“What was that?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” Kallan said through clenched teeth.

“Well, what are you waiting around here for? That could be Rune?”

Tucking his pipe away, Bergen withdrew his sword and continued down the steps, leading the way of Kallan’s descent.

“Keep it up Dark One and you’ll find the attack come from behind,” Kallan grumbled.

“What?”

“Nothing.”

 

 



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About the Author: Anna Imagination

Biographical Info... What you seek is my Story. Every Soul is a "Blurb" as one would read on the back of the book. But can people be "unwrapped" so easily? Most importantly, why try? I have long since learned to preserve the Savory that comes with Discovery. Learning of another Soul is a Journey. It is an Exploration. And it does not do the Soul Justice to try and condense a Soul Journey into a Bio.