The Amethyst Flame

Chapter 85: The Smell of Death

"What do you want with me?!" I shouted. To no one's surprise, the cockatrice didn't answer me.

"Let me go, you bastard! I'll kill you!" I shouted so loudly that my throat hurt. The stench of death was awful. I knew it was going to eat me soon. There were human skulls strewn about like twisted decorations.

The cockatrice let out a confused squawk and knocked my sword away.

"Go to hell!" I let out Blazeburn but to my surprise, the sucker was flame-resistant.

"Zaxl!" I squeaked.

He didn't answer but his scythe did, flying through the air like a bird, slicing its head off.

"Jethro. Why didn't you use Blazeburn?" Arthur asked.

"I tried, you wanker!" I countered.

"That's not very nice, Jethro," Zaxl chastised me.

"I'm sorry, it was fireproof," I choked back tears.

"There, there," Zaxl hugged me.

"Thank you, Z," I calmed down.

"Always, I care about you!" he hissed softly.

"I care about you too, Zaxl," he spoke emotionally.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"I miss home. I miss my father and mother. My mother died so young from shadow frenzy,"

"Draulters don't have such an illness, it must be awful," he lowered his head.

"It is, you go mad from it. I would have done anything to have her back," I burst out crying.

"I would have done anything to have Helgas back," he hissed softly.

"Looks like we all lost everyone," Jethro chuckled,

"I miss Calisto and Murloc," Zaxl grumbled audibly,

"Me too but Calisto was old as hell. Murloc on the other hand..." Jethro winced.

"Those damn troglodytes," Zaxl cried.

"The worst part is those suckers are immune to a blinding spell. It does nothing to them," I sighed in pure exhaustion.

"Yup, you guys tired, or is it just me?" Zaxl asked inquisitively.

"I feel it too," Jethro asked and went to lie down.

"Me too," I yawned.

"Oh, well, time to sleep," Zaxl said and prepared to cast his sleeping spell.

"Good night, Zaxl!" I exclaimed.

"Good night," he replied and cast it.

We woke up in a mage's guild.