Stone Sacrifice ✔️Chronicles of Grey BOOK ONE [COMPLETED]

Chapter Thirty

Once again I was armed fully. In a way that I hadn't been since before Eastwood. Since ever, really, seeing as I now had a shield.

Apparently, they had quickly come to understand that the sandglass was actually strong enough when heated properly by a Shadow, the goblin arrows could not come through it could not break it - though some had chipped the edges a few times but that was the worst.

Because if this they'd made several with the sandglass sculptures in the maze of tunnels beneath the labyrinth, and though they were a bit heavy for someone not used to wearing a shield on their back, I was assured that it was much, much lighter then a regular shield and easier to handle.

So I now had one strapped over my back along with a quiver and bow. Which, I should add here, were of glass as well though we're gripped with leather. These glass items would be useless once we exited the maze, but until then, they could very well save our lives.

I had knives strapped to me, some made of gold which I doubted I would use but had until I I could sell it in the nearest town or trade it in at the bank. My sword was the only weapon of mine that was something I was comfortable with carrying... but I had to admit, I felt quite fancy with such weapons on me, no matter how useless they actually were outside of the Kings Maze.

They were useless inside as well, it turns out.

Why I had any of it I had no idea, seeing a as none of the Knights would allow me to even raise the bow but instead crowded me or carried me. By the time we exited the maze, I was irritated with every single one of them but tried not to show it as I reminded myself several times over that I was their queen. I was their only chance at pulling the Beoworth family off the throne and bringing their homes back to a beautiful place. Of course they would be over protective.

Still, I couldn't help but feel irritated.

Orro didn't seem to mind, however, as he had been treated the same way except he was carried the entire time by Aitch. When we finally got outside of the maze with several injuries healed by the Ruberous Faun but nothing life threatening in the first place, Aitch let him walk a ways before he started carrying him again without being asked.

For this, I was grateful, as though I had come to love the old man, he was very, very slow at walking. Even worse then Jovian, though he looked healthier when all was said and done.

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It was, once again, a boring trip. Other then an odd creature, there was no attack. No action. No adventure. And when we had even the slightest bit while crossing the bridge and coming face to face with a very irritated and territorial troll, I was not allowed to do a single thing and had to watch the others fight it off while Arion held my arm tightly, now to keep me from joining the fight anyway.

By the time a town came into view, I was just about ready to strangle the lot of them.

And what was worse was the fact that all this travelling was useless anyway, I couldn't help but think.

I was ready. I had what I needed, so why was I wasting time? Yes it sounded safer to have everyone with me, and to speak to Jovian first, but really, it would be weeks of travel when they would be useless against a force like Marqis. Yes, they were strong and powerful and excellent fighters, but they were no match against the magic of the Grey Stone.

I waited until we were all safely inside the room of the inn before bringing this up to the others.

Of course, their immediate reaction was no.

"All you will be is someone else I need to protect." I insisted. "You must surly admit that's—"

"It isn't happening." Arion said simply while the others nodded.