Author's note:
I just want to say a big thank you to everyone who has been reading The Twilight Dragon series. I had a lot of fun writing this story and I appreciate everyone's patience. I plan to write a few shorter stories in the future so I hope you will look forward to those as well. Happy reading!
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Climbing the hill wasn't as grueling a task as I had expected since the path was wide and well paved for carriages. It was unnerving to see the drawbridge lowered and the courtyard seemingly devoid of life when normally there would be so many people about, loudly selling wares and services.
"Stop." Duke held out an arm to block our path as we neared. "It's too quiet, I don't like it."
"You could fly us to one of the towers." I suggested, pointing high up above us at the small tower with its red roof and flag.
Duke let out a rumble of concern. "We'll stay out of sight." Donya promised.
"Fine."
He grabbed me and flew up into the tower. While I leaned against the stone edge to catch my breath from the sharp ascent, he flew back down and picked Donya up, dropping her off too. Donya leaned against the edge too, eyes wide. "Oh my." She gasped.
Suddenly Duke pushed past me and I heard a large 'thunk'. He was clutching the cultist that he had just knocked out. He gave us a pointed look as he set the man down but didn't say anything else. We hurried down the walkway and into the main castle.
It was strange to be wandering through a place where it looked like everyone had just dropped what they were doing and left. The bedroom we had walked into had disheveled blankets and a hairbrush lay forgotten on the ground. A towel sat soaking in a basin of bathing water, its water long since cooled. I realized I was holding a breath and finally let it go with a shuddery sigh. I felt Duke's hand on my shoulder reassuringly. l patted his hand as we left the room and walked down the hallway.
As we headed down the stairs we could hear chanting in the distance. Duke stopped us with his arm again and I bumped into it. I looked ahead to see a cultist patrolling, staff in hand. His back was facing us and we slowly approached him. I took off my headband and made a motion to show that we should stuff it in his mouth to silence him. Duke nodded and grabbed the guy, covering his mouth and pulling him off his feet. The cultist let out a cry that was muffled by the gag Duke stuffed into his mouth. We moved into a room and tied him up with blankets and curtain ropes. He struggled, yelling out. He was a dark-haired man, and his eyes were jet black and had dark veins spreading out from them.
"Eww..." I complained. "What happened to you..."
He glared at me and struggled to speak. Probably to mutter out expletives, I guessed.
"Shut it." Donya said to him as she straightened her tunic.
The outer ring of guards was easy enough to eliminate, they were sparse and not expecting a group to ambush them. In fact, given how we were not spotted from outside either, I was guessing that they had assumed that they had driven out most of the force from the town and could relax now. As we shoved two more into a well-furnished bathroom, I was feeling a lot bolder. However, as the chanting grew louder the lower we went, I started to become anxious again. We headed into the dining hall where the chanting was loudest.
"Intruders!" The guards were on high alert and spotted us creeping down the stairs. We ducked our heads behind a pillar to avoid blue blasts of energy. I could hear loud crackling as pieces of stone broke off the pillar and fell onto the floor. Duke grabbed a piece and threw it at one of the cultists. A howl of pain emitted from the unfortunate recipient. I peeked through the spaces in the banister and saw the doors fly open and more cultists streamed out. Before the doors shut again I could see cultists chanting around a large glowing fire in the center of the room. The crackling continued and I knew we couldn't hide forever. Duke grabbed the helmet from a knight in armor set and flung it at the cultists.
The air felt strange with all the magic blasts all around us. My hair seemed to stand on end and my teeth felt strange. We hid amongst the columns, slowly backing away from the onslaught. "Dead end here." Duke said with gritted teeth as we came to a corner.
"There!" Donya pointed to the stairs that led downwards into the basement area. I wasn't looking forward to going down here but did so reluctantly, as we had no other choice. We turned and ran down the stairs. I put my hand to the rough stone wall as we fled.
The torches on the wall were the only source of light down the hallways and once we found a turn, we took it, eager to rid ourselves of our magic followers. I could hear them talking in harsh voices. We delved deeper into our hiding spot. My heart was pounding hard and I felt like I was breathing so hard everyone could hear. Duke stood in front of us, hiding us behind his large wings. He shifted uneasily. Now it was quiet again, too quiet. I peeked underneath his wing. All of a sudden, I saw Duke leap forward and straighten up again. I could hear soft struggling noises as Duke clutched one of the cultists in his arms. Finally, Duke relaxed his arms and slowly lowered the man to the floor. We shuffled past the unconscious body and back into the main hallway. I felt like our feet were scraping loudly against the stone floor despite all my efforts to tip toe.
I started to head over back to the stairs but Duke grabbed me. He nodded in the other direction. He wanted to finish off the other cultists! I nodded and we followed him as we headed back to the next hallway. The end opened up to a wide cellar with large, dark wooden barrels on racks. Unfortunately, one of the cultists was in the room and had decided at that moment to turn around. "I see them!" He shot a blast of magic at us and we ducked.
The blast hit a barrel and it exploded, pieces of wood flying in every direction and liquid splashed out and onto the ground. We leapt onto the cultist, overpowering him. He had been yelling for help and Duke punched him hard in the head. His head hit the ground with an uncomfortably loud smack.
We ducked behind corners as the cultists ran into the cellar, shouting angrily and firing magic blasts. Duke picked up a barrel and brought it down on both of them with a powerful heave. He took two blasts in the chest in the process, but the cultists went down. Ale splashed onto all of us, and my eyes burned. I wiped at them with my dry sleeve.
"Are you alright?" Donya asked Duke.