The Twilight herald

'It looks like the building exploded.'

'I suspect it did. Your king's mages both felt the Skull's use so clearly, and at such a distance that indicates a vast amount of magic unleashed in one moment.'

'Enough to kill you?' Doranei asked anxiously.

Zhia nodded. 'With ease. Our biggest problem is that this abbot of yours has lost his mind. He was lucky not to burn up that first time, and as it is he will have only hours left to live. A human body ca

'But you have a plan?'

She smiled, one long canine hooking her lip for a moment. 'Of course, sweetness-'

Zhia stopped as a pile of rubble exploded on Doranei's right and a figure burst out towards them. Axe raised, Doranei caught the impact before he'd even turned, but the force of the impact was enough to drive him back as he twisted his body to deflect the person. Something solid, a rock, maybe, caught him a blow on the back of the head, but it glanced off the steel band of his helm and in the next moment he'd come around to hammer the pommel of his sword into his attacker's skull. There was a dull crack and his attacker crashed face-first to the ground and went still.

Doranei's heart was still racing at the unexpected attack, but he straightened up and kicked the prone figure onto its back.

'Damn, a woman,' he muttered.

'She's still alive,' Zhia said, staring intently.

'How can you-' Doranei began, then, 'no, no I don't think I want to know.'

He put the tip of his sword to her throat, but the sight of her face stayed his hand. She was tall, as tall as Doranei, with strong healthy limbs, but even covered in the grime of weeks living as an animal he could tell she was young. 'Gods, she's hardly more than a child,' he muttered.

'Hardly surprising. The young will be the strongest,' Zhia com¬mented, walking around him to look down at the woman. 'But they're mindless creatures now, however young they are.' She looked up at him. 'Shall I finish her off? It's a kindness.'

Doranei stared back for a moment. 'Can you be certain of that? No, she's already unconscious. We'll be gone by the time she comes around, and who knows? Perhaps after tonight her mind will return.'

'She has lost her mind,' Zhia said gently. 'She has lost everything that made her a person. I'm certain of that.'

'You said yourself that you have never seen this spell's effects before,' he said heatedly. 'You can't be sure. They're i

Zhia opened her mouth to argue, but the words died unsaid. She looked around at the blasted landscape. She could see no hope here; it was as ghastly as the battlefields she remembered from her youth. It had a dead air about it: this was a desolate twilight world halfway between the Land and the Dark Place.

But perhaps hope is all that remains? Without the hope burning still so fiercely in his eyes, perhaps he would be just like them, an empty vessel. I have been so long without my humanity it shocks me to see it undiluted in those around me. Suddenly Zhia felt a stirring at the back of her mind, streams of magic shifting like some great beast lifting its head and testing the wind.

'Oh Gods,' she breathed, turning back to the fiery ruin up ahead just in time to see a sprawl of energy rise up in the air like tentacles spreading out from a nest in search of prey. 'He's discovered us,' she shouted.

Without waiting for her companions, Zhia ran for the house.

Doranei stared after her for a moment and felt a fierce glow of heat as she drew deeply on the reserves within her own Crystal Skull. With a cry he set off after her, Haipar at his side and Sebe behind, headed for the rapidly growing storm up ahead. The light from the fires shrank back as whipping cords of spitting energy flooded the area with a greenish glare that made Doranei's eyes water. He stumbled on, almost not seeing one of the bodies littering the ground lurch unexpectedly upwards, slashing wildly with dagger. He checked his stride and fell sideways, out of the dagger's reach, and caught a glimpse of Sebe at his back, axe raised.

Scrabbling to his feet, Doranei looked for Zhia. She was heading for the burning light of magic, ru

A blind fear rose inside Doranei, but from somewhere he found new reserves of strength. With a howl he too dived over the barrier of flames and surging magic, trusting Zhia to have chosen the safest path. He rolled as he landed and jumped up, swinging both weapons. From the corner of one eye he glimpsed a long limb snapping out at him and something co

As he fell backwards, one of the Jester acolytes breached the fire and flew past him towards the creature. Bone rang on steel as the acolyte parried with greater finesse than Doranei had shown, but in the next instant he heard the wet slap of flesh being cut open. All his senses were screaming out in panic, but Doranei forced himself upright and away from where he'd landed, just as Mikiss cleared the flames, closely followed by Sebe and another acolyte. The vampire had a savage look of glee on his face, and both axes held out wide. With a swift blow he severed an arm reaching out towards him.

Doranei cried out in alarm as an enormous lioness flashed past him, only realising when it tore a great chunk of flesh from the creature that it was Haipar, rather than some new enemy. As the shapeshifter darted back out of range, Doranei slashed at the creature again, then flung himself to one side as a trident nearly impaled him. Sebe hacked at the shaft to try to break it, but was rewarded only with clang of metal as a feathered wing swept him off his feet.

Doranei jumped forward to defend his friend, fighting with reckless desperation, hitting out at the only part of the creature that was in reach. He was rewarded with a screech of pain, but the wound didn't slow it a fraction; he turned in time to catch a taloned limb just before it eviscerated him, turned again and hacked wildly up behind him to save Sebe from the stabbing trident.

The impact knocked the sword from Doranei's hand, but the moment of distraction proved enough. Through the flurry of feathered limbs, Doranei saw Mikiss attacking the creature from the other side, just before Legana jumped smoothly into the arena, throwing one of her swords straight at the body of the creature. As it struck home, the beast reared back, and Legana pressed forward fearlessly, slashing with all her strength into the creature's body. Mikiss joined her and Haipar buried her huge canines into one reaching arm, using her weight to pin the limb down and create an opening for the vampire. Doranei felt the splatter of gore on his face.

At last they stopped, each one of them gasping for breath and the massive lioness shaking ichor from her muzzle. In the next moment the raging streams of magic swirling and dancing all around them winked out of existence. They blinked at each other, half-blind in the sudden darkness. Doranei began to cough, but felt down for Sebe's arm to help him up. They stood for a moment, supporting themselves on each other as the glare slowly faded from their eyes.

'Congratulations, children,' came Zhia's voice from the darkness. 'You've killed your first God.'

They looked up blearily, searching in vain for the vampire until she used her Skull to cast a pale light. Doranei looked at his fellow victors. Legana looked unruffled, almost pristine, barely breathing hard, while Mikiss beamed with pleasure at the corpse at his feet. In the blink of an eye Haipar appeared as her more usual self, fully dressed, with a blade on her hip. She glared at Doranei when she saw him staring and he quickly turned away.