Sytravious: The Lost Warlock Of Moruz (The Oathbreaker Book 1) (35 page)

“Hey, you think one of them was Saliz?” someone called up to her, “We should go check.  He would be livid if we left him floating out there.  Saycerach rolled her eyes and groaned, but she knew he was right.  Her master would see to it that she would be punished if she left him behind.

“Fine, let us go to the cliffs, but when we get there you had better hurry up and find him.  I do not want to get caught pulling him on board.”  She was only eighteen, but in Saliz’ absence she became the commanding officer. 

When they reached the cliffs, the crew scanned the choppy waters for any signs of life.  She leaned against the railing of the deck, hoping they would not find him.  His death would make her next in line for leadership of the Thirteenth Legion, which meant she would be the first witch to command a legion since Nyxseous’ short-lived rule of the Fifth.

“Out there, see!” they cried.

Saycerach grumbled and walked over to the ships starboard bow.  She stared into the sea at the floating body, and smirked.  It was evident the man was not Saliz.  “Pull him up so we can see who Havencrest’s military was so desperate to extinguish.” 

The crew did as she ordered and lowered their hooks into the water, until one of them finally was able to grab the man’s shirt.  Then they pulled his limp body onto the main deck, and surrounded him.

“Get out of my way you idiots!  Step aside!”  The crew made a hole for her to pass, and she marched right to the center.  “Hmmm…What have we here?”  She kneeled next to him, and brushed the wet hair out of his face.  He was handsome, and his strong physique was visible even beneath his soaked garments.  She lifted one of his eyelids, and gawked in amazement when she saw his crystalline blue eyes.  Something glittered around his neck and she pulled the amulet from his neck.  “Check his satchel,” she mumbled.

The men rushed to remove the leather bag from his shoulder, and opened it.  She heard a thud and gasps from the men. Saycerach shifted her gaze to her crew as annoyance built up inside of her.

“What is it, then?  What is in the bag?”

“You had better take a look yourself ma’am.  You are not going to believe it.”

She picked up the leather satchel, and opened it.  She was taken aback, but then an evil smile slowly spreaded across her lips.  Her sudden laughter confused the men. 

“Who is this man?” one of them asked.

“
Who,
indeed,” Saycerach said as she lifted Nyxseous’ severed head out the bag.  Black storm clouds surrounded the ship and lifted it out of the sea, into the sky.

“Where to, ma’am?” the navigator yelled.

“To Moruz!  I have a special gift for Lord Fheng.”