The Lost Sigil; Dawn of Light

Chapter 25: Soldiers, Healers and Time

The excruciating pain Eda suddenly felt in her gut became too much to bare. She could no longer stand and she writhed on the floor, arms clutching at her stomach. There was another sharp ringing pain in her head.

Rhys tried to support Eda and place her on a more comfortable position.

"What is wrong with her?"

Lester looked terrified. He had receded into a corner, shaking his head.

"The real Eda is dead," Lester whispered.

"What do you mean the real Eda is dead?" Rhys retorted.

"This was one of her replicas... It will die too,"

"P...P...Palace." Eda struggled to say.

"The palace. That must be where the real Eda is," Rhys stated.

Lester looked like he had been struck by lightning. He stared blankly at the writhing corpse of Eda's replica.

"Lester, snap out of it. We need to act fast. She could still be alive," Rhys yelled. Sadly his voice did alert nearby hunters and soon the smith's shop was surrounded by hunters.

"Open the door and come out now!"

Lester shook his head and put his paw on the wall. A red flash saw the entire area go calm silent. The hunters had stopped in their motions.

"Get the real Eda and meet me at Gallay's house." Lester said. He laid his paw on the writhing body. "I will be at my limit after this and I will not be able to help. But you can stop all this." With another flash of red, they were gone.

Rhys leapt to the roof of the shop scanning the area. Whatever Lester had done must have affected a wider area than he had thought. The entire city was quiet, not even the crickets did make noise. Just the simple evening breeze did blow across.

Rhys propelled himself through the roofs. His winds were getting weaker but still powerful enough to fight Harren. He did pass a street dog that had been frozen while taking a piss.

"Poor guy," he thought as he entered the Northern District. The white of the buildings and the cleanliness of the streets did give him a kind of comfort he could not explain.

The palace was just one jump away but before he reached it, a huge bang came from the palace grounds. Two behemoths of men were going at each other.

Harren wielding an axe and a sword and the General, Oma who wielded his great sword that had a blue light along its blade. It was almost unbelievable how Oma was so swift and agile as he weaved and parried Harren's attack. Furthermore, Oma was not a vessel.

Harren on the other hand was a seasoned fighter. He must have fought creatures far more dangerous than Oma. But it almost looked like Harren was struggling.

The clashing of their weapons did produce loud clangs that echoed around the silent city. The flowers and hedges on the palace grounds were being trampled on. The ground itself was being broken.

Harren had resided to a defensive position. He was now forced to block and parry Oma's attacks. Rhys then saw the smirk on Harren's face grow.

In a movement so fast, Harren did drop his axes. He dodged Oma's swing and landed a huge punch right on Oma's face. Oma dropped back but Harren was not yet done. He hit Oma right in the gut, bending Oma's armour. Blood started gushing from Oma's side. Harren, walked up to Oma and lifted his fist for another blow.

Rhys knew exactly that Harren was going to finish Oma. He had to do something and instinctively he generated wind with the idea of a cyclone but his wind was nowhere strong enough to deter Harren.