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Chapter Six: Conor

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Conor's heart thudded in his chest like the wings of a startled bird. The stone under him was death-cold against his skin as a invisible force pinned him to the floor.  Rollan stood above the boy, worry in his brown eyes as he searched the endless space of gray mist. "Meilin?!" He shouted loudly. "Meilin, where are you?"

Suddenly a voice sounded behind them and a man dressed with red and black clothing charged towards Rollan, a flame of anger glazed his darkened face. "She is not here, Rollan! But I am!" The man drew a knife and attempted to stab the boy, but missed and toppled into the misty air. "The prophecy said that one must die to save Erdas, stay here so your friends will live." 

Conor drew back at the mention of a prophecy, "What prophecy? Who gave it to you?" He managed to shout, but no one answered.

Rollan's hand reached for his dagger that was attached to his belt but it was too late, the man slashed at him, tearing into his arm. Blood splattered onto the stone as Rollan yelled with agony. With another swipe of the blade, that pierced his leg, the boy fell roughly to his knees and covered his head, not looking up.

Conor struggled to get up as the man wobbled towards the other boy, a devious look in his eyes. "Yes, you will die, completing the prophecy like promised." The man said. "And no one can help you."

 "Leave him alone!" Conor yelled and finally broke free of the grip. Tumbling in between of the two, Conor barred his teeth and spat. "Leave him alone! Have me instead." The man just looked on, ignoring the blond boy, as if he didn't exist. Drawing his blade back he smiled, "You look perfect below my gaze, where you belong."

Conor couldn't take it, he rushed forwards, ready to attack the red clothed person. Then from the side of his view, a figure came up. "Rollan?" It asked. Conor turned and saw Meilin, the girl's long black hair flowing down her back like a silent wave. 

Rollan lifted his head and groaned. "Meilin, get out of here." He whispered. "I'm going to complete the prophecy."

The girl gasped. "Rollan!" She shouted, her dark eyes blazing. "Erdas is not going to loose you! Kill me."

The man turned quickly and tossed the weapon at Meilin which sank deep into her shoulder. A loud yell came from Rollan as the small Greencloak fell to the ground, a pool of blood spilling around her.

"No!" Conor cried, but it was too late, there was nothing he could do. Rollan managed to stand and limp over to her, gritting his teeth at the pain that ran through his wounds. As he came up to Meilin, he bent over and layed a hand on her tear streaked face. Then a shadow fell across them, sending chills down Conor spine as he watched the man yank Rollan to his feet and away from their friend.

"Meilin!" He wailed as he was thrown down roughly to his knees. The man next pulled out a longer dagger and pointed it down at Meilin. "Erdas is saved from the darkness." He said.

Conor's vision then went blurry. He blinked once trying to clear it. Then again. "No!" He yelled. "Rollan! Meilin!"

Conor sat up suddenly, his heart beat uncontrollably in his chest. Looking around he saw that he lay in the middle of a forest. Remembering the quest, shipwreck, and Rain, he sighed. "It was just a dream." Well I hope it was. The boy thought to himself. 

Worthy was asleep beside him, a bandage covering his face. The boy's tail flicked is swift motions as he began to snore. Abeke was no where to be seen which concerned Conor. Standing to stretch his legs he thought. What's going to happen to Rollan and Meilin? If the dream was right, there is going to be a prophecy that could save Erdas from this darkness. But the cost will be one of our lives.