Chapitre 30: The Pillar of Flame
Solskin
I stared out my window at the cone of black fire into the sky. It looked like the sky was split in two. I wasn't the only one. The street outside had gone quiet, heads tilted upwards, staring at the black pillar. Ignoring my own shock, I rushed out and into the hall. My bare feet pounding against the ground, I stopped in front of Xavier's door. I raised my fist and took in a deep breath, ready to raise hell. But I stopped. I couldn't do it. I didn't want to see him again. The door opened in front of me.
Xavier stood before me, his armor still on. "What do you want?"
I let my hand fall to my side. "Did you see it?"
"Be specific."
"The massive pillar of black flame into the sky. Did you see it?"
"Yes."
"Let's get Persephone and go."
Xavier stared blankly at me. I reached out, grabbing his wrist and dragged him along. Reaching the door, I screamed at the top of my lungs and pounded on the door. The door slammed open, her eyes bloodshot and wide.
"What?" There was a edge of fear in her voice.
"The massive pillar of fire in the sky. Let's go."
I turned and continued to drag Xavier outside. Persephone wordlessly followed. Sprinting towards the dissipating flames, we pushed through crowded venues and winding streets. Finally, out of breath, we arrived at the front of the mage guild. Right outside their door was a circle of black flames. Clustered around it were mages, dressed in colorful robes and hats. They were whispering amongst themselves.
I tried to listen in, but all of the words few right over my head. I looked at Persephone and Xavier, but they were also struggling to understand the conversation. Xavier's brows were furrowed and Persephone had a dumb look on her face. I sighed. If Mordred was here, he would know what to do.
Persephone
I listened to the conversations among the mages. What I heard shocked me. I felt my stomach revolt against itself.
"What was that flame?"
"I don't know. It was clearly unnatural."
"I was outside. I think I saw the person."
"Who was it?"
"I am not sure. It looked like Mordred, but… scaly."
"Mordred? That crazy art fanatic from Shira?"
"Yes. That Mordred…"
I wandered away aimlessly. First Xavier, now Mordred. There was to much to process. Eventually, I walked in front of Solskin. He had a mournful look on his face, his eyes darkened by grief. It was safe to assume that he was thinking about Mordred. I opened my mouth to tell him what I heard. Then I stopped. I didn't want to give him a sense of false hope. I knew he was dead.
I desperately wanted to believe the mages, but it was probably someone else. Mordred didn't have scales. I tried to let go of my own hopes, but I couldn't. My selfish desires overcame me, driving me to look drive. I gave in, but resolved to do it secretly. I wouldn't drag anyone else into the depths of despair. The others already had a lot on their plates.
I looked up into the cloudy sky, the beginnings of rain in the clouds, casting the entire world in a bleak overtone. Off in the distance, raindrops were falling. I sent a quick prayer to the gods, readying myself for the ordeal ahead. With the weight of the world on my shoulders, I slowly trudged my way back to the inn with the others, silently pondering.
While I was lost in thought, someone else began following us. Bow in hand, he stalked us like prey, with conflicted intention in his eyes.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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