RMW
Chapter Fourteen
The Mad Queen
~SV~
Catacombs, Midnight, 677, 27th, October
The Queen comes awake sensing she is free of Kolo. Her hands weakly reach for the lid of her tomb; she cannot move the heavy stone. Still near death, Queen Samala uses what energy she has to quickly search, trying to connect with her son’s mind. Unwittingly, Samala becomes a voyeur in her son’s dream-vision, as he relives a nightmare, for the last six months, since it happened.
Prince Rorik has run far enough from the camp that they cannot hear him easily. He goes deeper into the forest, when Zak knocks Rorik into the dirt. The two men pick him up now and hold him tightly. As Rorik struggles to get free of them, Zak says, “Relax, Mol and I do not plan to hurt you.” Rorik does not trust this. Mol adds, “Our master just wants to offer you a job for coin.” Sensing evil, Rorik watches as a thin red-haired man comes out of the dark.
The stranger says, “I want you to find a rare book for me. If you agree, I will pay you a great deal of money, or-.” He smiles showing his sharp teeth and lengthening canine fangs. His beady brown eyes darken with a navy mist, and his veins show in his face and neck; he threatens, “-I shall force you.” Samala screams in fury, “Kolo you liar! You promised that you would never touch my sons!”
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Sidonia’s Bedroom, After Midnight, 677, 28th, October
Donatello thinks that the Princess is refusing to give him the key and Kolo is causing her to lie about it. Her guard nearly shouts, “After all I have risked for you, somehow you do not trust me to just compel you?” The dark girl’s stony expression makes him see a wicked side of her that he did not expect. He does not want to explore it tonight. Frustrated, it causes him to consider she is lying just because she can. Yet it makes no sense to him.
He asks, “Is it Viktor’s key?” She shrugs, “I doubt it. I have never tried it in my lock nor mine in his.” It seems truthful; so, he believes it. Sidonia pleads, “Trust works both ways; trust that there are only two keys. Kolo is dead, just go. Do not blame my little brother, nor ever tell him that I left my room, not even about Kolo. He does not deserve the guilt and fear it will cause him.”
Donatello frowns, believing she does worry for her brother. Sidonia huffs at his silence, “I cannot even say it was his key. Can you imagine if Viktor thought I blamed him? It would haunt him. I insist that Grekan is here, before I will agree to drink your blood, letting you drink mine, and then compel me.” He glares, “After him nearly taking you, do you really want Kolo to escape?”
The Oracle says, “No. Even if I tell you every likelihood of my escape it changes nothing. I usually do not admit this, but I do trust you… I am too tired to do a vision. You are risking Viktor having emotional damage if you blame him. Trust that my father forbids me to speak of other ways- oh, dear! Just go, and keep the Evil One dead. I am too weak to leave.” Sidonia passes out.
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Carpathians Ramblers Camp, After Midnight, 677, 28th, October
Samala is connected to her son’s mind, and continues to be a voyeur in Rorik’s dream. The Prince arrived in the Human Realm over six months ago with his Witch Island Ramblers Clan. They are working for a local Vampire, the leader of House Moroi. Rorik huffs, “What book?” The red-headed Vampire begins to walk around them, “Your sister agreed to find it. However, she regrettably failed and is no longer interested in helping me, to find the book.”
The red-haired foe says, “It is a war journal of your father’s- I mean Anthony’s.” Rorik guesses this is what Nera sensed, a vampire attempting to compel him into betraying his stepfather. Most believe Anthony is his father, he assumes Sidonia told this Vampire about him. The Prince nods, “I can always use more coin.” Rorik lies, “Anthony does not favor me with any, so tell me the title of this book you seek?” The Vampire glares suspiciously.
A lock hangs down over one eye. He wants to believe how easily Rorik accepts this task. Coming closer, some of his red locks move violently, as the fiend tells him, “The title is in Greek, Sanguis Bellator. It means Blood Warrior.” Chuckling, Rorik is truthful, “Never heard of it, and I have definitely never seen it.” The Evil One glares as he comes to stare into his eyes, “Is that the truth?”
Rorik’s charm keeps Kolo from compelling him, so he fakes a trance as he replies without a smirking tone, “Yes. I have not heard of it nor seen the book.” Kolo demands, “You will seek it.” Rorik nods. The men holding him let go, believing Kolo has him under his control. Suddenly Rorik pulls a dagger plunging it into the nearest one; instantly he pays for his mistake. He groans at his stupidity.
Instead of killing Mol he should have only injured him in order to get away. Pain radiates from his heart, pumping the poisonous curse into the Prince. Rorik nearly falls, as he tries to run; his hands begin to change, growing claws. He screams in pain as he flees into the trees. Zak, Kolo’s other man, gives chase and he easily catches Rorik. The Prince goes further into his change. Seeing, Zak pushes him away, and shouts, “He is too dangerous to handle!”
As the Prince’s fangs grow, he leaps sinking them into Zak, who screams. Just as Zak gets free of the Wolf’s teeth and is ready to flee, Kolo appears. The Evil One sees that Rorik is more wolf than Prince. Disgusted by his transformation, Kolo chuckles, “This is a surprise.” Rorik growls, “You caused my Wolf Blood Curse to be activated!” The Evil One giggles, as Zak gasps to his master, “He bit me! I am bleeding.” A navy mist emerges on the Evil One’s left side. Kolo grins, “I predict you will die a painful death.”
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Donatello grabs a sash, tying the Princess’s ankle to the bedpost. Sidonia comes awake groaning, “Do not try to figure out how I left. Surely you understand that I will not go against my father’s wishes.” She nearly laughs at her own hypocrisy. Tilting his head, Donatello urges, “You do know, why not tell me?” Sidonia is certain that it is deadly for all, if anyone knows her secrets. Her glare has a green glow; it seems as cold and hard as any criminal’s stare.
She seethes, “Yes, I am sure Father does not wish me to be involved with any vampire let alone this fiend. I will not try to hide behind the fact that he never told me to avoid the Evil One either. This is my fault!” Her guard mocks, “You are too weak for a vision yet waste your energy reading my mind?” She fumes, “Go, the Evil One cannot compel me, he is dead. I refuse to make it worse. Please just deal with his body. Let me sleep, we can figure it out later.”
Donatello has tied the sash in enough knots that he should get back before she gets out. Mockingly he says, “I will try to hurry, do not wander off while I am gone.” He mists down into the garden, wondering if she used a secret power to get out, and if the Prince has it too. Nearing the South Gate, he sees Kolo’s body is no longer held against the copper coat of arms on the garden gate.
Fear hits until he sees a form on the ground, her guard assumes he fell there, Donatello hisses, “Dark demon. I hope you are still dead.” He worries knowing Kolo will start healing. Getting nearer to the dead man, Donatello stops, ‘He does not have red hair like the one who chased us, nor is he the light brown- or gray-haired man from either carriage.’ It confuses him, ‘this male is shorter with long dark brown hair.’ Whoever it is, he goes to get him.
Donatello, now recalls Sidonia said ‘his image changes.’ Out of the dark, a drowned blueish, dead looking child, about age nine, comes from the river rushing toward him. Dripping wet, he sees she is a Ghost. The girl halts to hover at Kolo’s left side. She screeches at Sidonia’s guard, “I will see you dead in Nifl; before I let you take him!” Donatello is shocked to hear her speak.
She pleads, “Kolo come back to me!” Mistakenly, her guard expected her to be only capable of ghostly moans or banshee screams, not full sentences. He starts for the gate thinking, ‘Is this the Ghost who formerly possessed Kolo? I swear a woman was tossed from Kolo, not a child.’ The Shade kneels, hissing, “You murdered my brother. I will kill you for this!”
Her guard is surprised, ‘He was possessed by his own sister?’ The venom in her comment has him believing she will try. He says, “Kolo died against the barrier.” Lola shakes her brother’s body. Donatello gasps, “Clearly, Kolo did not control her.” The child glares at him, stands and retorts, “No one has ever controlled me!”
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‘The Mad Queen’ watches her son’s dream, knowing it is a memory. Rorik fears this Vampire will attack him and is stunned when their master just stares at him, as a darker blue mist comes forward of his left half; it is the image of a female. The Ghost has dark green runes swirling in her dark blue mist. Rorik gasps, “A Witch possesses him!” The Shade has a sinister grin.
Rorik watches her as she thrusts the claws of the Vampire’s left hand into Zak’s chest, retracting it slowly, enjoying his screams and suffering, as she brings out his heart. Rorik feels terror, as Zak falls over dead. The Shade tosses the heart at Rorik, and his Wolf desires to eat it, as the Prince backs away in horror. Kolo brings out a kerchief, wiping the blood from his left hand, in disgust.
Kolo seethes, “We agreed, neck breaking is less messy!”
Lola laughs, “I never agreed to stop. I will miss their agony if I do it your way.” Rorik risks running from them, trying to make it back to the safety of his camp. Suddenly, Rorik is forced down on all fours and his scream becomes a howl. To Samala’s horror, she watches as her son’s change takes over and he sheds his clothing.
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Donatello sees the furious little female’s frightening image is grayish with a dark blue mist and glowing dark green runes swirling within. It makes him move back from the gate he started to unlatch. The Shade kneels to put her head down on Kolo’s chest. He lays limp and lifeless, sitting up Lola cries a Banshee scream, “You do not get to die! Wake up; how dare you abandon me? I should have followed my own instincts, and gone home!” Kolo remains dead.
The Guard would almost feel sorry for her, if she and Kolo were not trying to take Sidonia. Groaning, Lola flings herself back onto Kolo, and sobs as she mourns her brother’s demise. True to her nature, Lola then becomes furious with her sibling. She curses him, “Kolo, you pathetic fool! I warned you about this! How dare you die and leave me here alone?” Her brother does not respond.
Again, Donatello feels tempted to risk all, to capture Kolo. Seeing Lola’s five power bars; one is faded; ‘still she is more powerful than I am.’ If he opens the gate, he will be unable to keep her from taking Sidonia. How can he fight a ghost and it seems wrong to wish a child ill. ‘Can she harm anyone by herself?’ Lola’s mist becomes almost solid, as she sees the danger, they are in.
Risking draining her strength to get Kolo somewhere safe. To Donatello’s surprise Lola starts to drag her brother, she gets nearly fifty feet away, when she must stop. Donatello grins as he watches her rest and look for signs of life. She sees Kolo is still dead and knows Donatello intends to keep him that way. Making certain her intentions are understood, Lola leaves Kolo to come to the gate.
Preparing for her to attack, Donatello’s hand goes for his sword; he sees he forgot to get it from his trunk in the bunkhouse again. The dark blue phantom also sees as she races for the gate. Backing up, Donatello gasps, “Oh demon!” Uncertain where he can go that a shade cannot enter; Donatello hopes Sidonia is right about the barrier keeping her out when she is on her own. He flips his wings out, planning to try to out-fly the ghostly child. The fury of this specter terrifies him, as it becomes more skeletal looking.
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Lola comes faster than he thinks possible, as she intends to come for him through the barrier. Donatello fears she will succeed.
She appears to be soaking wet as water drips from her hair and clothing. As soon as the little female’s ghostly mist touches the copper gate, she lets out a terrifying scream, and it thrusts Lola back forty yards, where she falls out of sight.
Wasting no time, Donatello races for the iron gate, intending to pull Kolo in, and close the gate before she can return. As he nears, a head sized stone comes in the dark and hits the gate, he steps back furious that his opportunity is lost. He paces as he fumes at not having his sword. If he cannot drag him in, at least he could have beheaded Kolo. He knows it is nearly impossible to regenerate without it. He sees her coming from a grove of trees by the river.
Now the child phantom screams at him, “You bloody think you won?” He sees the image of the drowned girl is increasing in size and age. As she grows older, her clothing and hairstyle change too. She is no longer dripping wet. Lola has a fit, slowly sounding older, “No. Do not fool yourself.” Even in the dark he sees she is a teenager, “You can trust that I will kill you for this!” She ends as a thirty-five-ish looking adult, “I know how to make you hurt and have your pain last, so you will be begging for the release of death!”
Donatello stays, threateningly, not showing his fear, as he watches Lola come back to her dead brother’s side. She screeches, “There is no escape for you. I will hunt you into the next life, even the coldest depths of Nifl, if I must!” Donatello believes her, hoping she does not see his fear, as he steps closer. Lola swears out a curse, “You will pay for taking Sidonia, and causing Kolo’s death. You will burn and die; then I will hang your body for all to see!”
~*~
Samala groans out in shock and horror, “No! Not my son.” It fills her with disgust that she has failed to keep Rorik’s blood pure; avoiding his Wolf Curse. Rage at Kolo’s latest betrayal fuels the Mad Queen. Yet, she feels helpless; seeing his yellow mist come and fur grows on her son. Rorik arches his back, howls, and runs off in the forest, all wolf. Gone is the need for the meaning of their fireside tales. He no longer cares that a Vampire wants his stepfather’s book.
Even his sorrow at triggering his Ramblers’ Blood Curse is gone. All that is left is pure animal desires as his senses are alive with everything around him. Rorik feels it all in a new way. Back in camp, they hear his howls. Nera swears, “Lousy mutt! I tried to warn Rorik, now he has activated the Ramblers’ Blood Curse during a Dark Moon, when wolves are most violent. Tis a bad sign; and will influence becoming a warg!” Stump groans, “Should we go to him?”
Hearing Rorik’s Wolf howl again, they know he is coming closer. Shaking her head, Nera says, “At this moment there is nothing any of us can do for him. In the dark, Rorik is more likely to attack us, perhaps even kill us, than let us help him.” Nera waves her hand over her large crystal and they see a green glow come over the camp like a dome, then it becomes invisible. She senses Rorik’s Wolf as he circles their camp. Shoving against the dome he yelps in pain. Nera frets, “I should have trapped him within the barrier.”
She admits, “I was trying to give him a choice. Now, I must keep him out and all of you in! If he does not stay near camp, we will look for him in the morning. We are the last to leave the gathering and town is far away, it is unlikely any will be aware, or harmed. If he turns back, he has a chance.” They grumble. She says, “We will be armed when we search, just in case he is one.” Nigh questions, “Warg? I recall others saying that about a wolf.”
Stump agrees, “What does it mean?” Nera replies, “One who does not hunt to eat, it kills for the glee of it.” Tino comes over, saying in dismay, “He just left, and has not been gone a minute, are you certain it is Prince Rorik Tricker?” Nera replies, “Yes, I am certain.” Tino groans, “How did Rorik kill anyone that quickly?” Nera shrugs, thinking, she replies, “I warned him! If he waited, I might have learned the danger that was foreshadowing him.”
Stump fearfully asks, “You plan to kill him if Rorik is a Warg?” Nera’s husband Tino answers for her, “It is our way.” His wife glares at him, “Do not be vague, you assisted in causing this, now tell them.” Groaning, Tino explains, “Any kind can be a warg. If he is, the risk of letting him live is too great.” Stump asks, “How do you know?” Tino replies, “If he returns to his human form, we will search for his kills and hope it is a few eaten animals.”
Nigh asks, “If it is a few?” Tino replies, “Rorik is fine. If many were slaughtered and not eaten, it is a sign of a warg. We will have no choice, we must kill him before he slaughters humans for fun, even we might become his victims.” Pole huffs, “It is not just killing him, there is a whole ritual they claim they have to do! Does Rorik even have family?” Tino answers, “Romina’s bloodline.” Pole looks at Nera with sympathy, of what she will need to do.
Pole adds in anger, “They did it to my oldest brother because he killed during the Dark Moon.” Nera corrects him, “Your kin should have told you; he forced his shift against the moon, and he murdered our people, without any justified reasons.” Pole nods begrudgingly, “I swear he did not mean to.” He wipes tears and sniffs with bitterness at the memory of them killing his brother. Stump asks, “If he stays a wolf, how do you know he is a Warg?”
Nera replies, “He will have black tears coming from his eyes. We hunt wargs with regret. It is dangerous to look for his kills if he stays a wolf, for if Rorik is a Warg, he will hunt us all! I will try to see first; if I cannot, we will risk it to be certain, before we act.” Tino soothes her, “You tried to prevent it. I should have heeded your warning of the tale.” Nera says, “I will try to learn why he turned.”
Nigh asks, “How does that help?” Tino says, “Sometimes it is the rage and fury of the act that causes it.” Nera agrees, “It is believed that the why is often linked to becoming a warg. If the death was an accident, done in the moment to protect another, or yourself; it rarely causes Ramblers to be a warg.” The teenagers lower their heads in despair believing Rorik is doomed.
Pole mutters, “Humans do not do the ritual for murderers, why must we?” Nera hisses, “They were not cursed to become shapeshifters.” Tino warns, “When I was young, one went Warg. He killed my father and four others in the clan; one was a helpless child.” Nera makes signs to ward off evil. Nearing the teenaged boys, Tino says, “The family refused the burial rites, saying ‘it is barbaric.’ We foolishly agreed.” Stump cuts in, “What burial rites?”
Nera winces at the horrid memory. Pole whispers, “I will tell you later. Nera feels talking of it jinxes us.” Stump asks, “Is that why she is making signs with her hands?” Pole nods, “It will protect us.”
Tino finishes, “That night, the Warg rose from his grave! He turned, becoming a savage Rogue Mullo, the foulest of the blood sucking fiends.” Stump gasps, “We can become a Mullo?” Tino nods. Nigh asks, “Vampires can be wargs?” Nera says, “Yes, all kinds can.”
She warns, “Vampires call it ‘rogue’, tis the same thing as warg.” Nodding, Tino continues, “It took days of hunting him before we caught and killed him. His family could no longer object to the burial rites we customarily do, for he had gone home and killed them first!” Nera now seethes, “The rites are worse for a Rogue Mullo than a Warg. We performed the Rogue Mullo Rites for the whole family, to ensure that they did not rise from their graves as Rogue Vampires to murder others in our clan.” They are now silent. Rorik snarls in his sleep, recalling what he heard in camp, while he listened as a wolf from the trees. Covered in sweat, the Prince wakes to his mother’s cries, “Rorik, my son! How could Kolo do this to my son?” Prince Rorik cries out thinking it is a nightmare, “Mum? Oh demons, it was only part of my darkest nightmare!”
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Donatello has never disliked a female as much as he hates her. Fearlessly, Lola says, “No one messes with my brother, let alone kills him, and gets away with it!” She is near enough to touch the gate, as Lola glares at him becoming more solid. He sees she wears a flowing blood red dress and resembles her brother’s current features. They both have a pointed nose, long thin brown hair and piercing brown eyes. Even the tone and sound of their voices are very alike.
Yet, Lola does the opposite of Kolo as she brags, “Oh you all fear the vile, sinister, mysterious Kolo, and have no idea that I am the left hand, dark path. I am far more deadly and have murdered many more than he! I doubt he would have ever killed anyone, if I had not been whispering in his left ear.” Lola goes back to Kolo, shaking him again. Donatello likes that his presence is unnerving her, wanting her mad enough to try again.
With his adrenaline-filled moment of terror over, he wants to go after the fiend, regardless of her threats. Wailing, Lola vows, “I will kill everyone who caused this!” She tries to drag Kolo, again. This time she only moves him twelve feet before needing to rest.
Donatello recalls hearing of witches who trade and sell souls, keeping them in Spirit Jars; he has no such bottle nor the power to put her in it. Furlif and Grunt approach along the top of the wall.
Donatello calls to the two Human Guards, “I need a sword and iron, so I can fight the Ghost, and bring that fiend’s head to the Captain.” They shake, seeing the body and the ghost in the dark. He implores, “It is the fiend who killed the two men and tried to take our Princess.” Furlif and Grunt run off; Lola tries to drag Kolo away from that gate. She keeps going east, and stops after only fifty feet.
Lola fumes, “Throwing that stone and that rotten barrier have weakened me!” Donatello sees the Vampire Guards coming from the other direction. He yells to them, “Help.” They stop, “I need to bring him in. Can you find an iron poker to give me?” She hears, panicking, they see her navy mist sink into Kolo, the first guard Nathanial runs away at the sight of the ghost.
Coming out, Lola screams, “You killed him! Still, you will never break our bond. I will get him back!” The Vampire Guard, Jasom looks to where Captain Tik stands and replies in a quiet voice, “We cannot touch iron. Besides, Tik ordered us to not let you get us involved.” Lola smiles seeing that the Vampire Guard is leaving. Donatello calls after Jasom, “At least drop me your sword.”
He then yells, “And, you can get gloves to grab the iron!” The Vampire Guard does not respond. Lola pulls Kolo’s body ten more feet away. Donatello swears, discouraged at it all going against him, he wants to kick something. He cannot understand why they are acting so foolish. Her guard then assumes his fellow guards are just doing as Tik ordered and he tries not to blame them.
If he did as Tik ordered, he might not be in this deadly mess. Still, Donatello believes he is doing what Anthony trusted him to do for his children. He accepts the consequences. He cannot ignore what is the right thing to do, just so he can protect himself.
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Rorik comes out of his nightmare, unsure if he dreamt hearing his Mother’s voice. He never expected to hear from her again. He whispers in disbelief, “Mum?” Samala stops crying as she says, “Oh no. Kolo promised me he would stay away from my boys and look at what he has done to you!”
‘The Mad Queen’ demands, “How long ago did this happen?” Rorik answers, “Six months ago. How are you finally communicating with me after nearly half a decade of silence? I started to assume you were dead. I miss you. Where are you? Are you alright?” Samala seethes, “No. Kolo Skotadi captured me; I am not all right… I am his bloody prisoner!”
Rorik huffs, “I will come save you!” Samala weeps, “I have no idea where I am.” The Prince sobs, “How are you speaking to me after all this time, without a single word. I tried for four years!” Samala hisses, “I believe Kolo has been killed. This is more than one of his drug overdoses. Still, I sense he will live again in a few hours.” Rorik seethes, “I will kill him!” She says, “I am trapped.”
Moaning, his mum adds, “I am too weak to move the stone lid above me and open my tomb.” Prince Rorik gasps, “What can I do?” Samala cries, “I am unsure how long I have before I die again. So go to Sidonia-.” Rorik groans in horror, “He buried you alive! I will bloody murder Kolo! Tell me where he is.” Hearing only silence, Prince Rorik calls to her, “Mother! Are you there?”
Rorik fears he only dreamt of speaking to his mum. He calls out anyway, “Please Mother, talk to me.” Rorik hurriedly gets dressed, even though part of him doubts he heard from Samala, and he has no idea where he should even go. He hesitantly calls out again, “Please answer me. Mum?” He knows she wanted him to go to Sidonia, but he refuses the idea of having to ask her for help.
Putting his boots on, Rorik asks with reluctance, “Mother, are you there? You have to speak to me.” Grabbing his double belts of knives, he puts it around his waist; he gets his jacket, and puts his hat on. Getting his coin bag, he calls, “Mum? I do not know how to find you! I need your help.” He sits counting his coins, hoping it is enough to buy a Dark Door; he puts the bag in his jacket pocket.
The silence is deafening. It comes with depression, guilt, and despair. He scolds himself for acting like a madman, and feels disappointed that he needs anyone this much. Prince Rorik debates taking his clothing off, believing it has been nothing more than a nightmare after drinking too much. He mocks himself, “What the Dark Realm am I doing? What a grim dream.” Rorik throws his hat.
He is furious that he allowed himself to spin out of control, again. Just then, Samala groans, “I passed out. I am so exhausted. I do not have time to go into the horrors that seem more like centuries to me, rather than the few years you claim it is. Listen to me carefully, I need you to go and find Sidonia.” Rorik seethes, “Why her? I do not want to be begging the little Princess to assist me!”
Rorik fumes, “She will just love it for me to have to grovel for her help, after reminding her regularly that she caused you to be captured by the January Man. How can you even trust her?” There is silence and the Prince is worried again, “Mum?” The Mad Queen huffs, “I asked you to listen. Are you finished with your petty temper tantrum?” He swallows, “Sorry.” Samala sneers, “Are you going to listen this time?” He sniffs, “Yes. I promise, I am really sorry.”
His mother sternly says, “Then I want you to hurry and go to Sidonia; she is at Blackstone Castle.” Rorik holds in his objections and pushes his response, “Yes, Mother. I am ready.” He leaves his wagon, “I will get on my horse, and go right now.” As Rorik rides out of camp, Samala scolds, “Now listen. I read the mind of a guard after he left the grounds. Kolo almost took Sidonia and she was looking at maps, she is planning to leave Blackstone Castle.”
Rorik suggests, “It is smarter for me to get Anthony to help find you.” She scoffs, “Help? Anthony locked me up, making me vulnerable! Besides he and his two pals are not even in this realm. Trust me, I have had nothing but time to plan this! While Kolo’s power over me is gone, he has other charms around this place to keep us hidden.” Her voice is weak, Rorik hears, “Mum are you alright?” She huffs, “Just listen to my plan-.” Samala’s voice stops as she passes out. Fearful Rorik calls out, “Mum? Do not leave me!”
~RMW~