A Charge of Valor. Morgan Rice

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СКАЧАТЬ style="font-size:15px;">      There he stood, dressed in his white robes and hood, his eyes shining with an intensity greater than she had ever seen, staring right at Andronicus. She and Steffen lay on the ground between these two titans. They were two creatures of incredible force, one of the darkness, and one of the light, standing off against each other. She could almost feel the spiritual war raging above her head.

      “Will I?” Andronicus mocked, smiling back.

      But in Andronicus’ smile, Gwen could see his lips tremble, could see, for the first time, something like fear in Andronicus’ eyes. She had never thought she would see that. Andronicus must have known of Argon. And whatever he knew, it was enough to make the most powerful man in the world afraid.

      “You will harm the girl no further,” Argon said calmly. “You will accept her surrender,” he said, taking a step closer, his eyes shining, hypnotizing. “You will allow her to retreat to her people. And you will allow her people to surrender, if they choose. I will only tell you this one time. You would be wise to accept it.”

      Andronicus stared back at Argon and blinked several times, as if undecided.

      Then finally, he leaned back his head and roared with laughter. It was the loudest and darkest laughter Gwen had ever heard, filling the entire camp, seeming to reach up to the very sky.

      “Your sorcerer’s tricks won’t work on me, old man,” Andronicus said. “I know of the Great Argon. There was a time when you were powerful. More powerful than man, than dragons, than the sky itself, or so they say. But your time has passed. Now it is a new time. Now it is a time for the great Andronicus. Now, you are but a relic, a remnant of some other time, when the MacGils ruled, when magic was strong. When the Ring was indefensible. But your fate is tied to the Ring. And now the Ring is weak. Like you.

      “You are a fool to confront me, old man. Now you will suffer. Now you will learn the strength of the Great Andronicus.”

      Andronicus sneered and raised his sword again, towards Gwendolyn, this time looking right at Argon.

      “I’m going to kill the girl slowly, before your eyes,” Andronicus said. “Then I will kill the hunchback. Next, I will maim you, but leave you alive as a walking symbol of the power of my greatness.”

      Gwendolyn braced herself and flinched as Andronicus brought the sword down for her head.

      Suddenly, something happened. She heard a sound cut through the air, like that of a thousand fires, followed by Andronicus’ scream.

      She opened her eyes in utter disbelief to see Andronicus’ face contorted in pain, dropping his sword and kneeling to the ground. She watched Argon take a step forward, then another, holding out a single palm, which was radiating a ball of violet light. The ball grew larger and larger, enveloping Andronicus as Argon continued walking forward, expressionless, getting closer and closer to Andronicus as he held out his palm.

      Andronicus curled up into a ball on the ground as the light enveloped him.

      A gasp erupted from his men, but none dared approach. Either they were afraid, or Argon had cast some sort of spell to make them powerless.

      “MAKE IT STOP!” Andronicus screamed, reaching up and grabbing his ears. “I BEG YOU!”

      “You will do no further harm to the girl,” Argon said slowly.

      “I will do no further harm to the girl!” Andronicus repeated, as if in a trance.

      “You will release her now and allow her to return to her people.”

      “I will release her now and allow her to return to her people!”

      “You will give her people a chance to surrender.”

      “I will give her people a chance to surrender!” Andronicus shrieked. “Please! I will do anything!”

      Argon breathed deep, then finally stopped. The light disappeared from his hand as he slowly lowered his arm.

      Gwen looked up at him in shock; she had never seen Argon in action, and she could hardly comprehend his power. It was like watching the heavens open up.

      “If we meet again, great Andronicus,” Argon said slowly, looking down as Andronicus lay there whimpering, “it will be on your way to the darkest realms of death.”

      Chapter Two

      Thor struggled, held firmly in place by the Empire soldiers, and watched helplessly as Durs, a man he once thought of as a brother, raised a sword to kill him.

      Thor shut his eyes and braced himself, knowing his time had come. He kicked himself for being so stupid, so trusting. They had set him up all along, a lamb led to slaughter. Even worse, as the leader, the other boys had looked to Thor for guidance. He had not only let himself down, he had let all the others down with him. His naïveté, his trusting nature, had endangered them all.

      As Thorgrin struggled, he tried with all he had to summon his power, to call it up from somewhere deep inside himself, just enough power to break free of his bonds, to fight back.

      Yet, try as he did, it would not come. His own strength was just not enough to break free of all the soldiers holding him down.

      Thor felt the wind caress his face as Durs lowered the sword, and braced himself for the imminent impact of steel. He was not ready to die. In his mind he saw Gwendolyn, in the Ring, waiting for him. He felt he had let her down, too.

      Thor heard a sudden noise of flesh meeting flesh, and opened his eyes and was surprised to see that he was still alive. Durs’ arm froze there, in mid-air, his wrist caught by the hand of a huge Empire soldier who towered over Durs – no easy feat, considering Durs’ size. He held Durs’ wrist just inches away from impaling Thor.

      Durs turned to the Empire soldier, surprise in his face.

      “Our leader does not want them dead,” the soldier muttered darkly to Durs. “He wants them alive. As prisoners.”

      “No one told us that,” Durs protested.

      “The deal was that we would get to kill them!” Dross added.

      “The terms of the deal have changed,” the soldier answered.

      “You can’t do that!” Drake called out.

      “Can’t we?” he answered darkly, turning to him. “We can do anything we want. In fact, you are now our prisoners, too.” The soldier smiled. “The more Legion we have for ransom, the better.”

      Durs looked back at the soldier, his face falling in outrage, and a moment later, chaos erupted as the three brothers were pounced upon by dozens of Empire soldiers, who tackled them down to the ground and bound their wrists.

      Thor took advantage of the chaos and turned and searched for Krohn, who he spotted just a few feet away, lurking in the shadows, loyally close to his side.

      “Krohn, help me!” Thor screamed. “NOW!”

      Krohn leapt into action with a snarl, flying through the air, landing his fangs on the throat of the Empire soldier holding Thor’s wrist. Thor wriggled free and Krohn leapt from one soldier to the next, biting and clawing them until Thor could break free and grab his sword. Thor then spun around and in a single blow, chopped СКАЧАТЬ