| The creature’s attention was abruptly on Xandax. Its shapeless, misty form slowly coalesced to a slightly more humanoid one before his eyes.
-What do you know of Magus, human? Who are you?- The frenzy in its ruby eyes seemed to have subsided, its grip loosening on the sword. It glanced at the dagger in Xandax’s hand.
-You thought to harm me with such a petty blade? You have audacity, if not sense.-
It looked thoughtfully at Xandax, its body uncoiling from the glowing sword. It sensed Xandax’s thoughts as they formed in his mind. –Take a step closer and you’ll regret it, fool. I doubt magic resistance is among your repertoire of inane abilities.-
It continued to scrutinize Xandax, and he successfully repelled several little jabs at the edge of his consciousness. -Yes…we have met before, haven’t we? You’re one of those pawns Magus gathered. You were there. Fighting for a cause you didn’t even know. How typically human.-
Its eyes dimmed a bit, as if dismissing Xandax. –Pft…what was I thinking? As if you would know. Have your sword. I care not.-
With that the creature vanished through the floor, and Xandax was abruptly alone.
__________________ Lost Souls: A bereft lover. A masterless familiar. Friends gone their separate ways. Time marches on, and destiny heralds the meeting of comrades old and new. Can they find what they're seeking? Or will the search bring them only more pain? |