Part 34
The piercing sound of Beka's scream reached the guards. They burst into the room confused to what might be going on. When they entered they saw the guard with his back to them. He stood close to the door and was staring at the bed. Beka was standing at the foot of the bed still screaming. Pointing to the sandy haired man lying on the bed she tried to speak.
"He is dead! Dylan is dead! Neffa's potion killed him!" she choked out.
All four guards moved past Beka toward the bed. They all knew they would be the ones to suffer Neffa's anger if he was truly dead. The leader slowly reached for the sheet and pulled it back. Before any of the men could react to what they saw, the door slammed shut and was bolted from the outside. Running toward the door they began pounding on it.
"Now, now," Dylan said loudly, "don't be so inconsiderate. Your friend in there is already going to have a nasty headache when he wakes up. You should try to be a little quieter for his sake."
Grabbing Beka's hand, they moved down the hallway cautiously looking for a way out of the palace.
"Do you think Tyr made it back to the Maru yet?" Beka asked quietly.
"I hope so. I think we are going to need all the help we can get." He replied.
"Dylan, what are we going to do about these people if…when we get off this hellhole?"
"I am not sure yet but I guarantee I am not going to let them hurt anyone else, no matter what I may have to do to stop them." Dylan said with a look of fierce determination.
"This way." Beka said, pulling Dylan down a side corridor. "This is the way I came before. There is a door leading outside at the end of the next hallway."
They turned the corner and spied the door. There were no guards in sight. They began moving toward the door.
Neffa rounded the corner leading to the royal bedchamber. She immediately noticed the men she had left on guard were missing. Drawing closer to the door she could hear pounding on the door and the muffled yells of her men. Opening the door she saw all five of her guards standing before her looking sheepish.
"Find them you incompetent fools!" she yelled. "Find them and bring Beka to me. Do not allow her to be harmed. I don't care what happens to Dylan, just do whatever you have to do to get Beka."
Muttering curses under her breath she turned quickly and moved toward an alarm at the end of the hallway. The sound of bells could be heard echoing throughout the palace.
"Run as fast as you can Beka. It will not do you any good. I have waited too long to be free of this curse. It has cost me too much. Now you will be the one to pay the final price." Neffa said aloud.
Just as Dylan and Beka got within a few yards of the door the alarm bells went off. Breaking into a run they moved toward the freedom of the grounds.
Harper circled over the palace before setting the Maru down on the ground. The crew of the Andromeda quickly exited the ship. Looking around they did not see anyone. Suddenly alarms bells began to ring.
"So what do you think are the chances of that being the dinner bell?" Harper asked.
"Infinitesimal." Tyr replied, drawing his gun.
"Yeah, I kinda figured." Harper said.
The piercing sound of Beka's scream reached the guards. They burst into the room confused to what might be going on. When they entered they saw the guard with his back to them. He stood close to the door and was staring at the bed. Beka was standing at the foot of the bed still screaming. Pointing to the sandy haired man lying on the bed she tried to speak.
"He is dead! Dylan is dead! Neffa's potion killed him!" she choked out.
All four guards moved past Beka toward the bed. They all knew they would be the ones to suffer Neffa's anger if he was truly dead. The leader slowly reached for the sheet and pulled it back. Before any of the men could react to what they saw, the door slammed shut and was bolted from the outside. Running toward the door they began pounding on it.
"Now, now," Dylan said loudly, "don't be so inconsiderate. Your friend in there is already going to have a nasty headache when he wakes up. You should try to be a little quieter for his sake."
Grabbing Beka's hand, they moved down the hallway cautiously looking for a way out of the palace.
"Do you think Tyr made it back to the Maru yet?" Beka asked quietly.
"I hope so. I think we are going to need all the help we can get." He replied.
"Dylan, what are we going to do about these people if…when we get off this hellhole?"
"I am not sure yet but I guarantee I am not going to let them hurt anyone else, no matter what I may have to do to stop them." Dylan said with a look of fierce determination.
"This way." Beka said, pulling Dylan down a side corridor. "This is the way I came before. There is a door leading outside at the end of the next hallway."
They turned the corner and spied the door. There were no guards in sight. They began moving toward the door.
Neffa rounded the corner leading to the royal bedchamber. She immediately noticed the men she had left on guard were missing. Drawing closer to the door she could hear pounding on the door and the muffled yells of her men. Opening the door she saw all five of her guards standing before her looking sheepish.
"Find them you incompetent fools!" she yelled. "Find them and bring Beka to me. Do not allow her to be harmed. I don't care what happens to Dylan, just do whatever you have to do to get Beka."
Muttering curses under her breath she turned quickly and moved toward an alarm at the end of the hallway. The sound of bells could be heard echoing throughout the palace.
"Run as fast as you can Beka. It will not do you any good. I have waited too long to be free of this curse. It has cost me too much. Now you will be the one to pay the final price." Neffa said aloud.
Just as Dylan and Beka got within a few yards of the door the alarm bells went off. Breaking into a run they moved toward the freedom of the grounds.
Harper circled over the palace before setting the Maru down on the ground. The crew of the Andromeda quickly exited the ship. Looking around they did not see anyone. Suddenly alarms bells began to ring.
"So what do you think are the chances of that being the dinner bell?" Harper asked.
"Infinitesimal." Tyr replied, drawing his gun.
"Yeah, I kinda figured." Harper said.