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)


3. chapter 3

I awake in my bed once more. I was even angrier than the first time as I was bound by thread. I wanted to use some of my manna but something about that Spellbound’s story got to me and I relaxed a little as a sound chimed in the room in front of me where I could not move myself to get an angle to see however I knew the voice so all I had to do was listen in.

“I’m sorry about casting that spell at her.” The Spellbound chimed and I started to get a little mad but understood where he was going.

“I was about to do the same thing Bill so you shouldn’t blame yourself.” Grag said and placed a hand on his shoulder and I could hear something being grounded up in one of Gragon’s many hand grinders that he has laying around.

“Thank you sir that is reinsuring.” That spellbound chimed and it seemed like he was enjoying his stay here.  The spellbound seemed to notice that I was awake once more and came to me and pulled up a seat.

“Sorry about that all I kept seeing was you as my friend dying again.”

“Well you didn’t need to tie me down.” I complained and nodded my head towards one of them because it was a little bit tight for my likening so he reached over and loosened it for me.

“That part is my doing Mistele.”  Gragon admitted and I thrashed in my bed thinking that I could use a spell right now.

“What do you mean it is your doing?”  I called out as The Spellbound held me down. It looked very wrong since his version of holding me down was laying on top of me crossways and making me think that he wasn’t even trying to hold ne down. He waved his arms as much as I did while his body tried to crush mine in an attempt.

Suddenly, my body tensed once again but this time it was just my chest as I tried to suppress the pain in my mind but it didn’t work. I screamed loudly thinking that I was going to die right then but just like it had arrived the pain went away leaving me with a crippling memory. The spellbound jumped off of me with the expression that he caused this and kept his distance.

“I meant to prevent that.”  Gragan chimed as I nodded in agreement thinking at the rate I am going it will be best if I am this way. Tied and bounded to a post to where the only thing that they need to worry about is me getting panicked over something.

“Yes, but it would be nice if you told the Spellbound to not be so clumsy.” I hissed while he looked at me with disgust like I had upset him.

“I have a name.” I hear him say and I raised an eyebrow in question.

“Than my mistake, please say it again.” I chimed politely and The Spellbound straightened up.

“Bill at your serves.” He chimed and I smiled.

“Well Bill, Do you have a last name?” I sassed and I didn’t expect the answer that came out of his mouth.

“Bill Nil.” He chimed and looked proud of himself but I didn’t understand why.

“Is that your true name?” I asked and we put his hands on his hips like he came back unshaved of an impossible quest.

“Bill yes, Nil, well, no I don’t have a true last name since I fell in front of a mage’s blast and it bonded me with magic.” Bill huffed.

“Sorry to hear that.” I sighed and he shrugged his shoulders.

I never thought of a Spellbound would be alone since most of them are usually well liked. I looked at his face closely, full of scars from past crashes or conflicts. His hair was cut with a sword or something but small nicks were around his hairline where he must have cut himself. His cloths were that of a servant’s but yet he acts like he is free.

“It’s not a bother mam, I was a clumsy man before I was turned so I kind of kept people away with that.”  Bill sighed and I started to look at him with a kinder touch than before.

“How did you find me?”  I asked thinking that this has to be a good and hilarious explanation on this one as I am one that likes to be entertained.

“I, um, fell on you when I tripped on a branch and rolled down a hill with you within my tumble next to a castle.” He sighed as he turned away. I smiled lightly thinking that he has to be the most pathetic person that I had ever known.

“Well thank you for finding me.” I chimed and Bill smiled showing all of his teeth. I half smiled back thinking that I should get rest.

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