The Sorcerer's Dragon (Book 2) (8 page)

“Someone stole my bathrobe.”

“Well, at least grab a weapon, you fool!”

“STOP!” a gruff voice bellowed, piercing through the battlefield. Many stopped fighting on both sides, and they all looked up toward the east tower where a gigantic, muscular man in ripped shorts and large boots stood. Standing on the top of the tower with his massive bare chest glistening in the sun, he glanced down at all of them with contempt.

“There will be no more boulders thrown for now,” he declared. “But only if Remi comes with us.”

“I’m what you want?” she shouted, pushing a student aside. “That’s why you’re here?”

“No,” he said. “We are here to take down the Academy, but retrieving you is a most exhilarating bonus. Still, there doesn’t have to be as much bloodshed if you quietly surrender.”

“I can’t believe that you would just leave us all alive.”

“You will have to trust me.”

“Never!” Olivia shouted. “We’re going to see this through to the end!”

“Then we will force you to surrender.” He reached behind his back and produced a folded sword. He stretched his hand out to the right and it snapped outward. As he began breathing heavily, the sword began to glow a bright red and expand in size until it was as large as one of his arms. “This is no ordinary sword,” he roared. “And you will soon find out why.”

“Can you please put pants on?” Olivia whispered to Eckard. “I can’t concentrate while you’re standing around like that.”

The giant Cimmerian pointed the sword directly at the center of the walkway and suddenly a beam of energy shot out from the tip, nearly obliterating the ground beneath them and causing a giant hole to appear. Remi pushed Olivia out of the way as Eckard shrieked in horror.

“Move!” Olivia shouted, pushing Remi back. “We have to get to that tower!”

“How?” Eckard gasped, looking up at the monster above them, already warming up his sword and beginning to summon another beam to take them all out. Remi glanced back at where the last energy beam had hit. Though the Academy was still standing, there was a great expanse between the two towers and there were still Cimmerians being catapulted onto the walkway. The students were losing quickly and retreat was the only option she could foresee. But still…

“You guys go,” Remi said as the second energy beam fired off behind them, killing both Sage and Cimmerian in its path. “I’ll handle him.”

“He can’t have you,” Olivia replied. “You know that. You sure you can beat him?”

“I don’t know about beating him,” she said honestly, “but I can certainly distract him.”

“If that’s what you’re up to then I want to try something myself.”

“We don’t have time to break down a plan,” Remi said, ducking just as a Cimmerian tried to tackle her from behind. Olivia punched him in the face and then threw him over the edge of the walkway. “And I don’t…I don’t want to lose anyone else.”

“That sword has to be one of the Sorcerer’s weapons that they made for Cimmerian,” Olivia replied, shutting up Remi completely.

“You mean…”

“Yes. If we can take it, then we can find another one of the weapons in human form. That’s how they found you.”

“I can try,” Remi said, but Olivia shook her head.

“Not by yourself. The Academy is already lost…but that doesn’t mean the whole day has to suck.”

“Your lead,” Remi replied, in awe over how Olivia had figured out a way for them to get retribution. Though she still wasn’t sure if she could trust her, she couldn’t deny that she was a great ally to have around.

“Eckard, please get the heck out of here,” Olivia groaned. She didn’t need to tell him twice. He began running for the East tower just as the monster above them watched him with raised eyebrows. It must have been a sight to see a naked Sage running around the battlefield.

“Over here!” Olivia shouted as she ran toward the east tower and leapt diagonally to the right. To Remi’s surprise, she began running up the wall straight for their enemy. Remi was frozen in curiosity as she watched and soon she realized how Olivia was able to accomplish such a feat. She was literally heating up her boots to the point of melting, and they were sticking to the stone wall so tight that she was able to stay upright for a half second. If Olivia lost her momentum at all, she would fall to her death.

And yet, she took the risk. She ignored the dangers in order to engage her enemy for the greater good. Where was the unsure and terrified girl from a few months ago?

Olivia reached the top of the tower and rolled onto her side as her enemy brought the red sword down upon her. Olivia blocked the bow with a red sword of her own, glowing hot from the energy she infused within it. She grit her teeth and shot her head to the side, looking over at Remi who was still standing in place.

Remi woke up and began running forward, confused by Olivia’s strange gesture.

She trusted me, she thought to herself. She put herself in danger with the hopes that I would assist. She couldn’t know for sure what I would do…or if I would leave her to fend for herself.

Remi leapt up to the tower and high over the head of their enemy, ready to bring down her eidolon onto his head. Their enemy grunted and stepped back, removing the weight of his blade from Olivia’s sword. Olivia jumped up to her feet as Remi landed gracefully, allowing her white Sage robes to envelop her.

“Come with me,” he said.

Remi scoffed at his request. “And live a life of experimentation and bondage? No thank you.”

“You misunderstand. None of that will happen. If you join Cimmerian willingly, you will be treated like a queen. With your assistance, we can overthrow the evils of Paragon. You are not an object to us.”

“Neither am I to Paragon,” she said.

“How can you say that? Have your really fallen for such lies? Think about it. How are you regarded? Why are you protected? It’s only because of the value you give them in the future, not because of who you are. We came here to destroy the Sage Academy not you. We didn’t even know you were here. But now you are free to choose your fate.”

“All those students you killed…you think we’ll just let that go?”

“They were casualties of war, and there will be many more. Once Paragon decides to counterattack, that’s when the real battle will begin.”

“It’s like you want that,” Olivia said. “Why goad them?” She glanced behind her for a second to look at the battlefield on the walkway below. It appeared to be at an impasse for now. Both Sage and Cimmerian were exhausted, and listening to the dialogue above as they waited for the next bout.

“If only you know the truth,” he said, smiling wide. His white small fangs shining in the sunlight. “Come with me, and you will learn of it.”

“No,” Remi said, shaking her head. “I won’t consort with murderers.”

“So sad,” he sighed as he grit his teeth and lunged forward. His red sword was glowing so bright, it nearly blinded her and Olivia. Remi ran forward and slid under his legs, extending her eidolon upwards. He leapt out of the way of her attack but the eidolon still managed to nick his inner thigh. Olivia swung at his arm and he flipped the sword around to block her attempt, using his massive strength to push her backwards. She nearly stumbled off the edge of the roof.

“Got you!” Remi yelled as she jumped on top of the man’s shoulders and grab his eyes with both hands, pulling at his neck and forcing him to crane his head back—precious seconds needed for Olivia to recover and retaliate. But to Remi’s shock, she didn’t try to attack their foe. Instead she ran straight into the enemy’s blade, forcing it into her right side.

Remi’s eyes widened as Olivia took another step forward, jamming the blade even further in. Olivia then groaned as she raised her sword high, infusing it with as much heat as possible. It grew so hot that her hands began to sizzle around the hilt but she felt no pain from it. The sword in her side was more than sufficient.

Olivia brought her blade down and cut the enemy’s red sword in half, causing her to stumble once more. But this time, she couldn’t regain her balance in time. She fell backwards off the roof, tumbling down to the walkway below. But Remi couldn’t see if she was okay. Her enemy had regained his composure and had now reached up to grab her shoulders. He pulled her off of him and held her in front of him while she squirmed upside down.

Remi tried to rip herself from his grip but she couldn’t pour any of her energy into her arms, even though she still had a substantial supply. She couldn’t even summon an eidolon from them.

An idea popped into her head and she got ready to summon an eidolon from her legs when her captor launched her off of the Sage Academy entirely. Seconds later, all that was around her was sky.

It was the most terrified she had ever been in her life.

Because almost instantly, she felt death wrap its frostbitten fingers around her throat.

There was nothing but the wind roaring past her ears. She couldn’t smell anything. She couldn’t regain her balance as she flailed her arms, and she could barely see a thing. There were only blocks and blots of colors. Greens and browns and dots of blues and yellows from the flowers below. They were getting clearer as she approached the ground, but that only made her mind shriek even more on the inside. The end was near, and there was no one coming to save her. She couldn’t even hear the fighting above her anymore.

But then again…why did she need someone to save her?

When did she ever need saving?

I have to do this myself! Her mind screamed as she kicked her legs and waved her arms, trying her best to slow her descent. It helped a little, but not enough to matter. Remi groaned and thought frantically. How was she going to get out of this? She couldn’t manifest. Her eidolon might help but by how much? She could extend it. Would that work?

Remi summoned her eidolon out of her shoulder and reached out to grab it with her right hand but missed. She performed the action again and retrieved it. Trying to fight against the relative tornado around her, she put the hilt to her stomach and willed the blade to extend but it didn’t do a thing.

“No,” she whispered, remembering that what she summoned was what she got unless she put it up against her natural skin and infused more power within it. She grunted in frustration and put the eidolon up against her leg, pouring enough energy into it to cause it to grow out to several yards in length. It might work, but it was still going to hurt.

She put the hilt back to her stomach and made sure the eidolon was under her. A few seconds passed and the tip of the blade slammed into the ground below, and subsequently, the hilt jammed into her stomach. The wind was knocked out of her as she rolled off of it, falling toward the ground with her back facing the grass. Her eyes barely fluttered as she forced herself to roll over in the air and then extend her left arm out.

Her fingers shattered against the ground on impact, and the shockwave reverberated throughout her entire body. Feeling as if it was all in slow motion, her arm was crushed until her face and the rest of her body finally made contact. Her face slammed into the dirt and bounced. It felt like her skin had broken open and her body was still in shock. She dared not to try to move it.

But she was alive. She breathed heavily into the clumps of grass tickling her eyes and scratching against her cheeks. Now that the shock of the situation was over, the pain was beginning to arrive. Her legs and right arm were fine as far as she could tell, but she feared for her body internally. Her sickness had seemed to all but disappear since she arrived in Paragon but that didn’t mean it was gone. Dormant and waiting for the opportunity to flare back up, she feared that it would overtake her at this very moment, when there was nothing she could do to fight it back.

She just didn’t have the mental energy.

Why would he throw me off the edge? She thought to herself as she made sure not to move. She tried to slow her breathing as well, knowing that there could be Cimmerians nearby looking for her. Suddenly, a disconcerting groaning noise from high above caused her heart to start racing. Against her better judgment, she rolled onto her back to look up at the source.

Her heart skipped a beat.

The Sage Academy had finally been destroyed.

Whatever had kept it floating had been taken out, and now the entire structure was falling from the skies like a meteor.

And it was heading straight for her.

No, No, No! her thoughts raced as she instinctively tried to scramble to her feet, but something was a little off. Her prosthetic leg moved fine but her natural one was slow. She figured that it had been sprained at the least, but she had no time to analyze.

She propelled herself to her feet with her right arm and tried to ignore the chaos around her. Both Sages and Cimmerians were fighting, and although there weren’t as many as there had been up on the Academy, it was still sickening to see that they were oblivious to the doom coming down upon them.

“RUN!” her voice cracked. She only gained the attention of a few as she didn’t exactly explain why they should abandon their war. She began hobbling forward as fast as her legs allowed. She didn’t bother looking above as the construct got closer. She didn’t need to.

She could hear it.

It was whistling and groaning and creaking like an ancient giant that had finally been toppled over. She only hoped that she could outrace its dying rage and final breaths.

Remi was determined though.

If it hit her, she would weather the blow.

If it missed, she would weather the pain of those that had been lost.

All that mattered was making things right. Cimmerian had attacked the Academy unwarranted and she needed answers. Yes, it was war, but there were lines that shouldn’t be crossed. Cimmerian didn’t even bother to negotiate with their enemy, and she had to understand why. Weren’t they all part of the three worlds now? Didn’t they all vanish upon death? What was the point of all the fighting? Paragon didn’t even retaliate after the attack on Cirrus so why would Cimmerian keep on going? Hadn’t they caused enough damage?

I have to find them, she said to herself. The whistling of the incoming monstrosity behind her was so close that it nearly drowned out her thoughts. But she kept moving. She kept thinking of ways to react.

The Sage Academy’s structure overshadowed her.

It eclipsed the sun above and darkened the beauty of the flowers.

The shade made it colder than before and the booming sound of the first crash echoed across the valley, numbing her senses and deafening her ears.

She allowed herself to turn.

A stone wall—part of the East tower—came flying at her, seeking to take her soul. She refused its advances. She poured everything she had into her natural leg and propelled off of it to the left. She was launched out of the way of the tower and she rolled once she hit the ground. The stone wall exploded and a few of the crushed bricks hit her body but she gave the pain an appointment slip and told it to come back later. She jumped to her feet the best she could and looked behind her again.

There was nothing like the wall that had nearly taken her out, but there was a relative meteor shower now. Various stones, bricks, beams and bodies. All it took was one to pin her down and one more to keep her there.

She dodged what she could and sliced through what she couldn’t. She activated her Sage robes again, haven’t realized when they had disappeared. It had probably been when she hit the earth, but she couldn’t dwell on that. Not now.

The shower of debris became a drizzle now and she ignored its cries for attention. The boulders became hail and the bodies became parts. She was out of the most danger now, but far from it completely. She had to see who had survived and if they wished her harm.

Not many from what she could see through the clouds of smoke and dust. A few Cimmerians emerged from the fog in a frenzy and she gave them no time to recover. She slashed through the first one and threw her eidolon into the neck of the second. The third one threw up her hands in surrender but Remi wasn’t quite in the mood for mercy. She punched the Cimmerian in the face and then immediately turned her attention to her eidolon, still lodged in the soldier she had taken down a second earlier. She wretched it from the corpse and then cut through the fallen Cimmerian that was still clutching her face.

Remi sighed heavily and waited for more, but none came. After a few more seconds, she stretched her eidolon outwards and realized that most of the Cimmerians were retreating, and they were taking out as many Sages as they could in the meantime.

She wasn’t having it.

Remi ran forward and fell on her face.

No, she wasn’t having it at all.

Her body had reached its limits. Remi roared aloud, not caring at all if the enemy heard her and came for her life. She roared again and then she screamed, wishing someone would dare to come for her. She hoped that just one dared to test her. She wasn’t done yet. She wasn’t weak. She wasn’t. She wasn’t. SHE WASN’T!

“Stop,” she heard a familiar voice whisper in her ear. Remi craned her neck slightly and saw half of Olivia’s worn and exhausted face. Olivia was clutching her side—her gaping wound now seared shut and more surprising, there was now half of their enemy’s red sword in her hand. It had lost most of its glow, but the implications of possessing such a prize came over Remi’s face.

“A Sorcerer’s weapon,” Remi said low through her raspy throat.

Olivia nodded. “The Academy was finished, and we didn’t have time to stop that guy and force it out of his hands. I improvised. I’m sure there was a better and less painful way.”

“Yeah,” Remi sighed, feeling sleep massaging her back. “It’s…over?”

“For now,” Olivia winced, dropping down to one knee. “I don’t know what the losses are. But Cimmerian definitely won.”

“No,” Remi replied. “Not yet. Not…even…”

Remi’s eyes shut and her breathing slowed. Before she drifted off, the notion that she was entrusting her well-being to a traitor was all too clear to her, but she had survived through worse.

And to be honest, there were worse ways to die.

*              *              *

“KACE!” Remi screamed as she awoke. Finding herself in a bed, she sucked her teeth and threw the plush pink comforter off of her. She swung her legs over to the side and took a deep breath. How long had she been asleep this time? Her eyes fell onto her left arm. Strangely, seeing that it was still gone was relieving. If there had been a brand new prosthetic there then she would have known that a great deal of time would have passed.

She slowly applied pressure to her legs. Her natural one ached but it wasn’t terrible. She stood up straight and then started walking to the door in the left corner. The room looked similar to hers sans the mess, but she knew that she was in an entirely different place. She would never see the room she once had ever again.

She didn’t see her surroundings. She didn’t care to. She had to know what had happened.

She opened the door and found herself looking into a living room, full of posh furniture and carpets so thick that they looked softer than the grass in the meadow. The windows behind the group standing before her were wide and open, letting in the warm air. There was no smell of destruction. No smell of the dead.

Olivia turned around and smiled. Remi barely acknowledged her. She was still getting over the shock of seeing Ian there.

“You okay?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.

“I’ll live,” Remi replied. She tried to lean her shoulder up against the doorframe but she had already forgotten about the loss of her arm. She stumbled off balance and Ian ran forward to catch her. She caught herself, but that didn’t keep him from putting his tender hands on her stomach and the side of her hip.

“You sure you’re okay?” he whispered, his eyes searching hers for lies.

“In time,” she admitted, clearing her throat. “What are you doing here?”

“You mentioned him,” Olivia said. “I was carrying you on my back and you kept muttering his name. It didn’t take a lot of asking to find out who he was and where I could find him.”

“Where are we?” Remi asked, taking Ian’s hands and removing them absentmindedly.

“Altostratus,” Ian said. “Another home of mine. And you’re free to stay here as long as you need. I heard about what happened to the Sage Academy. The whole world did.”

“And what does Paragon think of it?” she sighed, taking one of the loveseats nearby.

“They’re probably not going to do anything,” a stranger in the room replied. Based on his garb, he must have been a student at the Academy. “This is what they want. I wouldn’t be surprised if they coordinated the attack with Cimmerian.”

“What would be the point?” Remi sighed.

Olivia snickered. “Makes sense to me.”

“What does that mean?” Remi asked, lifting her head.

“Just because they’re supposed to be enemies, it doesn’t mean that’s how it is. Maybe Paragon is smarter than we think they are.”

“But to what end? What’s the point of allowing your home to be destroyed?”

“If you think about it…the losses on Paragon’s side have been miniscule. So far Cimmerian has only attacked the Sages and the Sorcerers’ weapons. Little else.”

“This is a conversation for another day,” Ian interrupted. He shook his head as he glanced down at Remi’s lost arm. “We’re going to need to get that fixed.”

“You know someone?” Olivia asked. “And someone that can get it done fast?”

“Why? Where are you going?”

“We’re heading out,” Olivia said, giving Remi a smile. She pointed down to the bandages wrapped around her waist. Remi received the message clearly—she still had the enemy’s sword hidden somewhere. Once they left, they would have a somewhat direct line to the next Sorcerer weapon in human form.

“Your journey?” Ian asked, turning to Remi. “Am I coming?”

Olivia snorted. “Why would you be coming along?”

“We talked about it,” Remi said sheepishly. “And I agreed.”

“How would he help us?”

“He has knowledge about Terra that we don’t. He knows what to eat and what we should avoid. That’s very invaluable.”

“I’m not going to risk my life just because you want to suck face.”

Remi winced. “It’s not like that at all.”

“Could have fooled me. I mean, it’s not like you’re worried about what happened to Kace.”

“What?!” she exclaimed. She tried to push herself up to a standing position with her left arm but she forgot that it was gone. She fell back into the seat.

“What do you care?” Olivia said.

“I do!” she said, refusing to look at Ian. “He saved my life up there, and I couldn’t see what happened to him after he fell. You have to tell me!”

Olivia sighed heavily and shut her eyes. “I think Cimmerian knew about your friendship, because they didn’t kill him. They took him hostage.”

“No…” Remi said, lowering her eyes to the carpet. “But…how do you know this?”

“After I got a chunk of that guy’s sword lodged in my ribs, I made my way to the platform in the East tower and took it down to the ground. I found Kace there barely alive and trapped under a boulder. I did my best to remove it, but I didn’t have the strength. And that’s when the Sage Academy started crumbling down around us. I was able to avoid it and I soon found you. After you went unconscious, I carried you myself and went back to where Kace was. I saw them carrying him away, and they were headed right for Paragon’s gates. I’m not entirely sure if he’s still alive, but if he is, I’m sure he’s in Cimmerian.”

“As bait,” Ian replied. Remi glanced up at him and then back down to the carpet.

“It doesn’t matter,” she muttered. “We have to get him.”

“Is that wise?” Olivia asked. Remi glared at her angrily. “Don’t look at me like that. Think about it. We would be heading straight into the enemy’s lair. We would be exactly where they want us. Is that what you want?”

“If Kace is alive, they won’t kill him until he’s been deemed useful,” Remi said low. “That means we can take a little time to prepare.”

“He could be tortured.”

“You think I don’t know that?!” she snapped, rising to her feet. “But we both know what needs to be done. We should find one of the Sorcerer weapons first and even the odds.”

“Or just make Cimmerian that much more powerful when they capture us all.”

“You don’t have to go.”

“Sorry,” Olivia chuckled. “I’m just seeing where your head’s at.”

“It’s clear,” Remi said through grit teeth, then she turned to Ian quickly. “So you know someone that can make repairs?”

“Yes, it’s the other person that will be coming with us besides Harlan and myself.”

“Who the—“ Olivia began. Remi stopped her, knowing she was about to start cussing up a storm.

“He’s a nice guy,” Remi said, putting her free hand on Olivia’s shoulder. “Very strong too. You’d like him.”

“Whatever.”

“Where’s Eckard?’ Remi asked, remembering Olivia’s better half.

“In the other room sulking,” Olivia sighed in frustration. “He was annoyed that he wasn’t able to do anything and everyone saw his unmentionables.”

“Well, go get him. We don’t have time to lose.”

Olivia headed toward one of the bedroom doors and burst through it, caring little for the structure around it. Remi shook her head and found that Ian was looking at her. She gave him a quick glance from the corner of her eye and he burst out laughing.