Don't Let the Gods Interfere
Prologue
Daine shrieked at the horror of that touch. He scream went on and on-
- and ended as if it had been cut off by shears. In place of where Uusoae
had stood, a silver flash of magic now blazed. Shuddering and gasping,
Daine lay on the ground, too exhausted to move, too sickened to stay
still. She was concerned by the sudden disappearance of the Chaos Queen,
an action so out of character for a goddess so used to crushing whoever
stood in her way, yet Daine was too dizzy from the loss of blood to worry
about it for very long.
Tilting her head to the side, she saw once again the mess she had
made in her attempts to kill Ozorne. Bile rose suddenly and burned her
throat whilst fierce tears stung in her eyes; this torn and bloodied
corpse was the reason why all of this had happened - the once proud
Emperor Mage of Carthak had sacrificed so many for so pointless a cause.
Daine let the scalding tears flow as freely down her dirty cheeks as the
blood that flowed down from the countless injuries that she had been
dealt during the course of the battle.
A tremendous crashing sound resounded in the still air, reverberating
in the trees and in the earth; it was a sound of far greater magnitude
than that which any normal mortal could create.
"Numair?" wondered Daine briefly. Even to her the voice in her head
sounded faint and weak, fading as her life and strength began to ebb
away, crimson fluid seeping sluggishly through raw, open wounds. She knew
in her mind that the noise wasn't Numair's doing; it possessed a strange,
arcane and almost tangible quality, reminiscent not of Numair's Gift, but
of the power of the greater Gods. In her heart she hoped that Numair was
still alive, though whether she still was remained uncertain.
The bitter coppery tang of blood on her tongue pierced the heavy veil
which had descended so quickly upon her mind, clouding both her judgement
and her thoughts. With one hand she groped blindly for the badger's claw,
which had fallen to the ground when Uusoae had appeared. Daine tried to
ignore the pain that threatened to defeat her in its intensity, fire
rolling beneath her skin. As red blurred the edges of her vision and her
heart broke at the thought of all those who she was leaving behind, Daine
curled up to go to sleep, the word "Numair" forming soundlessly on parted
lips.
Prologue
Daine shrieked at the horror of that touch. He scream went on and on-
- and ended as if it had been cut off by shears. In place of where Uusoae
had stood, a silver flash of magic now blazed. Shuddering and gasping,
Daine lay on the ground, too exhausted to move, too sickened to stay
still. She was concerned by the sudden disappearance of the Chaos Queen,
an action so out of character for a goddess so used to crushing whoever
stood in her way, yet Daine was too dizzy from the loss of blood to worry
about it for very long.
Tilting her head to the side, she saw once again the mess she had
made in her attempts to kill Ozorne. Bile rose suddenly and burned her
throat whilst fierce tears stung in her eyes; this torn and bloodied
corpse was the reason why all of this had happened - the once proud
Emperor Mage of Carthak had sacrificed so many for so pointless a cause.
Daine let the scalding tears flow as freely down her dirty cheeks as the
blood that flowed down from the countless injuries that she had been
dealt during the course of the battle.
A tremendous crashing sound resounded in the still air, reverberating
in the trees and in the earth; it was a sound of far greater magnitude
than that which any normal mortal could create.
"Numair?" wondered Daine briefly. Even to her the voice in her head
sounded faint and weak, fading as her life and strength began to ebb
away, crimson fluid seeping sluggishly through raw, open wounds. She knew
in her mind that the noise wasn't Numair's doing; it possessed a strange,
arcane and almost tangible quality, reminiscent not of Numair's Gift, but
of the power of the greater Gods. In her heart she hoped that Numair was
still alive, though whether she still was remained uncertain.
The bitter coppery tang of blood on her tongue pierced the heavy veil
which had descended so quickly upon her mind, clouding both her judgement
and her thoughts. With one hand she groped blindly for the badger's claw,
which had fallen to the ground when Uusoae had appeared. Daine tried to
ignore the pain that threatened to defeat her in its intensity, fire
rolling beneath her skin. As red blurred the edges of her vision and her
heart broke at the thought of all those who she was leaving behind, Daine
curled up to go to sleep, the word "Numair" forming soundlessly on parted
lips.