The Ahlissan Chronicles
~ Novella 2 ~
A Perilous Journey
~ Epilogue ~
A hidden citadel somewhere in the Abbor-Alz highlands bordering the Bright Desert (477 CY)
The witch-priestess's black robes rustled about her ankles as she walked with easy steps through the corridor of the ancient structure. The glass globes that hung from the ceiling were beginning to fade; soon their mystical blue light would be completely extinguished. She had come here on orders to procure knowledge of a magikal artifact no matter the cost from the citadels' owner. However, the price that the owner demanded had cost him his immortal life and now she was free to help herself to the pyramid's contents. Today, if it was day outside, the sorceress had been in the library not researching but plundering.
Deloraa arrived at the heavy door that marked the entrance to her chambers and pushed the door open. With the death of Lyzandred she was alone now. The dark priestess once again entered her chambers, with several ancient codices she had discovered in the stacks of the lich's library. As she set the books on the work table her creation, the homunculus, fluttered down from an upper shelf. Deloraa smiled and stroked the creatures' head before turning to her shelves of supplies. The demoness did not need a book for the spell she was about to cast, Deloraa knew it all too well.
Deloraa could not help but smile to herself as she began to gather what she needed. Nine small red candles made from the blood of a beheaded man, chalk made from the ground teeth of an ogre and the skull she had retrieved. Using the chalk she drew the symbol that she needed on the black marble pillar that stood in the center of her chamber. Next she placed the candles around the pillar at the correct ley points. After checking that her preparations were exact she picked up the skull and gingerly placed it atop the pillar in the center of the magikal diagram.
Stepping back from the pillar Deloraa raised her hands and began to speak the spell aloud.
"AntΓ―quΓ₯ crΓ niΓ»m dΓ« iΓ± MΓΆrtuus, dΓc ut Γ«nim mΓ!"
Nothing happened right away but that was typical, so Deloraa stepped forward and placed her elbows on the edge of the pillar folded her hands, placed her chin on them and waited. Soon the skull began to shake ever so slightly then suddenly the upper section lifted away from the jawbone and rolled from left to right as if yawning! As Deloraa watched two faint red dots of light appeared, one in each empty eye socket. In minutes the dots grew to encompass the majority of the round holes. The dots flickered several times as if blinking, Deloraa smiled in spite of herself.