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sound of the cell door closing shut and leave her alonewith their pain.Ahriel blinked and tried to move. Groaned. He felt his skin burning, as ulcerated by some kind of acid,though he knew what he had on, whatever it was, he had not any injury occurred.But it hurt. It hurt a lot, as if his skin could not bear contact with the thing.He tried to think clearly. The strange character who had done this could be a necromancer orpriest of some evil god. He shivered. He still refused to believe that Marla had contacts withindividuals of that ilk. Although ... yeah, that explained everything. She had fallen under the influence ofsome evil cult that employed black magic for dark ends.

They had corrupted his soul.He tried to get up, ignoring the pain. Marla had to rescue. He must ...He lost his balance and fell down again. Then, horrified, realized why Kab had brought tonecromancer to his cell, and what he had done.That which burned his skin, and he had previously been a snake wrapped around the birth of their wings,had become a trap, a trap closed with black magic.They had fixed wings.He tried to calm himself as he regained strength and tried to forget the pain of his contact withthat thing.During the hours worked to rouse themselves to regain mobility of the wings.First he used the power of his aura, but the artifact reacted violently, producing more pain, andunderstood that only a black magic similar to that created it achieved the headgate.

Even so, he tried toget it out by force. Nor did it.Ahriel, tormented by grief and despair, was weaker and weaker while doing everythingpossible to free its wings. When, exhausted, fell back on the ground, hammering one idea your mind.She would never fly.For an angel, that was worse than death.The pain persecuted and tortured until he managed to lose consciousness again. Therefore, not Ahrielnoticed the presence of men who entered the dungeon, hours later, to get her out.

Chapter III

When Ahriel regained consciousness, the first thing he felt was the awful pain produced the stocks thathad caught their wings.The second was the cold.He opened his eyes slowly. The light hurt his eyes. A cold wind through her. "WhereI am? "he asked. He sat up carefully. He was still weak, but the effects of the narcotic were subsiding.He raised his head and looked around.Before her, under a dim twilight, stretched a barren landscape and misty that reached the samehorizon. The skin of the earth was pure rock, rocky, barren, and only twisted and sharp peaks of thealter this bleak mountains. Ahriel shuddered. There was nothing alive in that place, eventhat the wind whistling in his ears furiously, should make efforts to be considered as such.Ahriel frowned. I did not know that place. In his seventeen years of service in Karish had come allthe kingdom, and does not remember ever having seen such a landscape.

-Why have brought me here?" He asked. Eravery aware that it was out of the cell on their own feet. After some thought, meant thatMarla had decided to send her away to not interfere with his plans."Oh, but I'm not staying here," said the angel.

-I have a mission."In his mind returned, with complete clarity, all the details of what had happened after the murder of CountAren. When reminded the man who had crippled wings, a shiver went down her spine, and the stocksseemed to oppress more. Ahriel felt the pain more intensely, and could not suppress a groan.-I have to save Marla from the clutches of those miserable murmured.The sound of his own voice a little comforted. He tried to get up. His legs trembled still, but notwas that what made Ahriel fall back to the ground with a crash. The Angel tried to get up again andstaggered. He realized then that although the legs seemed to have regained strength, had difficultybalance now that I could not move the wings. He sighed. He sat back on the floor and thought about hisnext move.Was invalid and unarmed in the middle of a desert. If he could fly, your first reaction would have beenrise high in the air to scout and find out in which direction was Karishia.

Now, nothad no choice but to walk.She sighed again and slowly stood up. He tried to keep his balance. Then he took a couple of steps,hesitantly. He fell again, bruising knees. He got up. Again and again.Until finally managed to get used to walking that way, unable to use their wings to keep thebalance because, although the wings were still there, now they were just a dead weight on his back.Then he paused to scan the horizon. He had a clear vision that characterized all the angels, and coulddistinguish a column of smoke rising on the horizon, between the mountains. Staggering, he went tothere.Night fell on it when it reached the base of the ridge. The night was dark, no stars. Ahrielhad to give up to keep walking. He sat in the lee of a huge rock, wrapped in his thin robewhite and curled up on the floor, shivering. It was very cold, and the stocks would not let him stick the wings to the bodyto wrap around them and thus enter into heat.Shivering, Ahriel fell into a light sleep. However, his senses were alert, if someoneapproached, however careful go quietly stand in, was awake long before he could reachher.Hours later, thunder made her jump up, instinctively, even before we could wake ofeverything. When he took charge of the situation, the fact alone does not follow the least reassured. Heavy andDark clouds covered the night sky, and the air was laden with moisture. But did not carry the freshness ofrain, but a musty odor, rotten and sticky.

Ahriel rushed for cover, and found an opening in therock just as the sky began to download on earth a heavy rainstorm. Ahriel warnedimmediately that what fell was a sickening muddy water. He was glad to have been driven by instinct andhave sought refuge. The mud would have stuck to their wings, their feathers to dry petrifying. But the paingave him the stocks quickly reminded that, however, could not fly.He turned to look at the shelter, and realized that was deeper than it had first assumedbeginning. That bothered her, and said I should not have gone in there without checking if the cave was inhabitedor not. It was the place, they said, which produced a strange effect on her. That, and the stocks that was painfullyclinging to his back, and he tried in vain to forget. In other circumstances would not have made that mistake.He put his hand to his belt and remembered that he was unarmed. He breathed deeply. He sensed something besides putrid odorrain.As had been assumed, there was something alive in that cavern.He tried to compose himself. I was totally helpless. Though I could not fly and his movements stillawkward until you get used to do without the wings for balance, though he was weak and unarmed, evencould defend themselves if attacked.Or so he thought, until he saw the creature lunged at her from the darkness.

It was a huge worm, or so it seemed. Misshapen body dragged her long legs on nasty pinkthat seemed to have been placed randomly in the air and groped for something to adhere to. The Beastadvanced multiple moving appendages on his face blind, groping the walls of the tunnel, revealing adrooling mouth twisted and frightening.Ahriel froze. I've never seen anything like it, but above all, he had never felt anything like itthat transmitting the creature above the anger and hunger, over his murderous intent, that poorbeast felt an indescribable pain. Ahriel quickly understood why: the being seemed to have left the delusionalcreation of a madman. It was as if someone had wanted to mold with some kind of clay figure and had lefthalf. It was a misshapen creature, imperfect, incomplete. And his misshapen body caused him excruciating pain.It was this discovery which prevented Ahriel react before the monstrous worm hurl theirappendages on it. Angel jumped back, but could not help that one of the slimy tentacles hit herwith extraordinary strength, throwing the rocks. Ahriel moaned in pain. He crawled as he could after therocks, toward the exit. Groping appendages worm cave behind her.Ahriel dragged on, desperately trying to escape. When the first drops of rain muddyfell on his head felt also that one of the tentacles coiled around his ankle. Tried Ahrielpull away, but the creature pulled her in, pulling her toward his mouth. The angel clung to a ledge. TheWorm pulled harder, and Ahriel heard something break, felt a sharp pain in the ankle and knew that ithad fractured. He grabbed a stone and hit her appendix that held. Being not seem to notice, butAhriel insisted until the creature let out a screeching sound and released.Ahriel as he crawled out of the cave. Worm paws heard splashing in the mud andrealized he was following. He got up and limped tried to win the game in that race for itslife. The worm was slow and heavy, but she could not take much more, and knew that, if he did something, soonreach. He stumbled and fell in the mud, but not stopped. He crawled up his hands encountereda rock formation. He looked up and saw at the foot of a mountain. He began to climb up, and continuedso without looking back, and did not stop when the rocks tore his robe muddy, or when your fingers andknees began to bleed. Only when his hands slipped and she fell on a flat rock, exhausted,granted a moment of rest. No need to look to know that the child was no longer pursued.Ahriel breath. The rain was still falling heavily on her, she was hurt, dirty, tired andhungry, but, at least, was still alive.

-What kind of creature was that?" He said, with a shudder

.-What kind of place is this? '.He lifted his head to look around. The thick curtain of rain hampered visibility, but Ahriel reacheddistinguish a flash of light just beyond.He got up and limped followed.It was a fire. The angel also saw the four figures who sat around him, the shelter of aoutcrop guarding the flame of the rain. Breath, relieved, and walked.There were three men and one woman. They saw her come out of the darkness, and watched with suspicion. Ahrieltried to lift up their wings, but the stocks stopped him. Anyway, they were covered in mud and had no ormuch less look as impressive as usual.'Greetings,' she said.The others did not respond. They kept looking at her questioningly, but it took much more than that forAhriel her feel uncomfortable.'Greetings,' he repeated. My name Ahriel, and would appreciate reservaseis me dry and warm place next tofire, so you can rest and heal my wounds.The four finally reacted. Two of them exchanged a quick glance, the third stared at hershamelessly and women managed a wry smile.- What will you give in return? Asked seemed to be the leader, a braided beard guy smiletoothless.

Ahriel was puzzled. Nobody had ever asked anything for a bit of entertainment.

Everyoneknew that angels were fighting for good and justice, and some superstitious thought they brought good luck.Wherever he went, the men felt very honored to host it at home, and the