The Eladrin Stones: Chapter 5

“Who sent you!?” Golgh screamed.

The Hag hissed. Benison’s footsteps lightly touched the ground.

Varghul pulled her arm tight, forcing the hag’s face to the dirt.

Tightening his grip in her hair, Golgh slid his blade over the top of her head, sending long strands of pure silver floating through the air to settle onto the ground.

“Who sent you!? Golgh shouted again. “Who!?”

The witch sputtered and hissed.

Golgh expanded his chest and breathed flame. Red fire grazed her cheek and she gasped an quelled her next shriek.

“Who!?” Golgh cried.

“Perhaps,” Benison coolly replied. “She needs a bit of persuasion.”

From a bag, Benison withdrew a flat bit of leather he unrolled on the ground before her. Slender knives and silver sticks with sharp, pristine tips caught the green glow of the mushroom light.

“What’ll it be first, my dear?” Benison asked, holding up a flat knife. “First the eyes? Then the fingers? Or just the nails? I’m sure you don’t need them all?”

The Hag hissed again and Benison turned the knife, blade-side-down and slammed it through her hand. “Don’t make me go through your panty drawer again! Was that you!? Miss Granny-panties!? Was it!? Was it!?”

“Varghul,” Golgh said. “Where’s the Eye?”

“The Eye,” Benison grinned slyly at the hag. Reaching into Varghul’s pants, Golgh withdrew the Eye. Squeezing it much too tightly, he held it into the Hag’s face.

Fear, widened the whites of the Hag’s eyes as she stared into the Eye’s scowl. This time, she was too stunned to hiss.

“What is this?” Golgh barked.

“What is it!?” Benison asked and, with the fine point of s second utensil, pried off one of her nails.

The Hag shrieked, but Golgh grasped her bald head, and forced her to watch as Benison ripped off a second nail.

This time, she didn’t shriek. She didn’t move. Red blood filled the hag’s mouth, dripping suddenly too quickly from the corners of her mouth. Within moments, the Hag fell limp beneath Varghul’s grasp and Golgh’s death grip.

“She’s dead?” Varghul asked.

Golgh growled, throwing her head to the ground. “She bit her tongue!”

“Oh no she didn’t!” Benison said and, with a spell, revived the dead Hag. She came too quickly and snapped her head about.

“The Eye!” Benison shouted, resuming his interrogations.

“The Eye, Hag!” Golgh shouted.

“Who hired you!?”

“Why did you lock us up!?”

A blast threw Golgh and Benison back and flattened Varghul to the ground. From nowhere any of them could see a Displacer Beast appeared. Prying the knife from her hand, the Hag threw the blade and scrambled onto the back of the Displacer Beast. With another blast, the Displacer Beast vanished, leaving behind only the pool of blood and the silver strands cut from the Howling Hag’s head.


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