The quest for the Lifstone

The dark depths of the dragons lair, the ever winter snowflake, the cloak of every mage, I have seen them all but I am going to face the hardest challenge that I had ever faced... The race before death takes me forever.... PLEASE note: some the events in here are through my eyes while I was getting my second heart transplant and are real only portrayed differently to match the book. (Participated in NANo 2014)


25. chapter 25

I was alone again that night with my death clock. The night was cold and was snow on the ground. I huddled around the small fire that I had made for myself that was a small saunter from camp where Bill was sleeping. I felt depressed a bit since nothing had happened. I could feel myself getting stronger but yet I knew that the wait had gotten into something that I cannot erase from my mind as I start to wonder once more how much longer do I have on this clock.

I flip the clock over and over and it is showing the same thing that I didn’t want to see. I could feel the dwindling effect of defeat around me and I knew better than to let that end my life but I couldn’t think otherwise.

I had been wasting my life looking for this stone that should exist but at the same time it is acting like an allusive idea that I could never find. I moved some snow off of a rock and sat down. I could only think that I should be living my life to the fullest instead of waiting it doing this though we are heading back to Disastraprone so my chances should be a bit on the rise.

I placed my head in my hands after I set the Death Clock to the side of me. I knew that I couldn’t show weakness, not now.

“Mistele.” I hear off to my left and it seemed that a portal had opened in front of me.  I wished that partial opened sooner and I walked up to it. I placed my hand inside and I felt a chair.

Royal and velvet though these were short as if it was my chair from the tables of old.  Where I would sit with the King and Queen at times with Grag next to me for a meal or an overview of my last quest. I smiled as I went into the portal forgetting that my Death Clock was right next to this partial.

The place was perfection of the specialty dining hall, the hall was decorated perfectly for a celebration with the kingdom colors all over the place and I was happy to take my seat since I saw nothing out of the ordinary. Everyone was happy and in a conversation of something that I knew was about catching up with the most recent quest.

But there was something a bit wrong. My old quest mate was sitting on the other side of my empty seat which was to my left.  I was very happy to see him again. He didn’t look anything like he was when he died, but just as I remembered him.

“What are you doing here?” I yelped as I sat in my chair happy to see my old companion and being oblivious that he is gone in the real world. The meal was small but fit in my eyes for the occasion. It was a nice small roll with a fire smoked chicken with the chief’s special glaze and nuts of all types for me with other varieties for the rest of the group.

It didn’t take long before Macel nudged me gently to get my attention. I looked at him in question as he was smiling a kind smile that melted me and made me think that we would go back and spend some time training again like we used to.

“Come with me.” He said and I looked around to see that something was wrong as he grabbed my arm.  His grip got stronger around my arm as I tried to remove it.

“What do you mean?” I asked and this time he pulled me closer to him. This was not what I remember Macel as. He was a kind person that would help you if you needed. Although, at times he was on the harsh side he helped me be the way I am.

“Come with ME.” This time it was darker, sinister, and deeper than normal. I noticed that a daemon this time had taken over Macel as he blinked. I stared at the cold soulless eyes that were black as coals but they reflected me perfectly like a mirror.

 Nothing else changed about his face while I scanned the room for help but one by one the ruse was revealed. Each person I loved was part of this darkness as they two showed their eyes. Red glowing eyes were he colors that reflected back telling me that I had fallen into death’s trap. The “Come with me.” was Macel telling me to give and to come with him to where he lives now.

I could feel my heart beat faster and faster as I tried my best to get him to let go. I tried to feel around for my sword but I quickly remembered that I left it with Bill. I pulled my arm to try to have him let go but even with all my might I couldn’t get away.

I just stared right in those eyes and surrendered. Something that I am ashamed of doing right at this moment but I have no choice though for the first time in a while I wasn’t afraid of dying, actually I was content of going right then.

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