Fergus rode his charger, his army traveling behind him, toward a war with an enemy that the men had never seen. Fergus himself had only seen them in a mirror. Still, he recognized them when he saw the waterspirits before him. Humanoid figures rose from the water of the Pellior River.
“You have nerve showing yourself in my kingdom! I told you many years ago that your kind is not welcome in Sirle!”
“You forget that your queen, and now your son, is one of our kind!”
“We spoke of this already! You cannot have him!” Fergus wanted to ride his charger over them but he knew it had no chance of harming them.
“Your son cannot move past our reach and the star-burst cup will be ours!”
“My son will never help you! You'll never even lay eyes on that cup!” …show more content…
Fergus would associate his son with the coming doom weather Amaranthine linked the two or not. The next question was where Fergus would take his son.
“Fergus took Ian to Tamlyn Palace before and maybe he took the prince there again...”
Hexel raced to get from Pellior Palace to the river, where a boat could take her to Tamlyn Palace. She kept her eyes open on the boat ride, looking for Sirle's knights. The area looked abandoned. There were peasants in rags but no knights. Hexel knew better than most that anyone could dress in odd clothes and become anyone. She kept a careful eye on each peasant but they all acted as a normal peasant would.
Goosebumps made the hair on the back of Hexel's neck stand on end. She could not shake the feeling that she was being watched. The lack of knights should have made her bold or even confident but Hexel could not let her guard down. She felt sure that Fergus was in that palace.
The boat made its way around the bend and Hexel was proven right... Fergus of Sirle was there waiting for her.
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Hexel ran. Abruptly, she could see again. She was on her knees, clinging to stone, trembling as if she had been running for her life through the maze of palaces, trapped in this mysterious place. Fergus had turned away from her to watch the enemy …show more content…
Thurrin took a step or two back. The water foamed and splashed to the floor. The heard the rush of water getting closer and closer. He ran from the room with seconds to spear. An enormous shadow fell to Thurrin. He looked up and felt his jaw drop in shock.
“Roland?”
Syon Med saw the chaos and ran closer. “A dragon!” The knight screamed in shock as he pulled out his sword.
“Wait, Syon!” Thurrin stood between the knight and the dragon, holding up his hands. “This is Roland, the dragon I told you about!”
Syon's eyes followed and dragonís form up and up again. “I imagined something quite different,” Syon mumbled. He tried to cover his embarrassment by holding out his hand. “It is good to finally meet you.”
“And you,” Roland agreed. “You have been a curiosity to me for some time. Any knight of Glavinore who could hold back the hate of the prince of Ysig must be mighty indeed.”
“I don't think that I can take credit for any of that.”
“Roland is right. You see with ancient eyes and you're the only one who could have seen through the bard. You're the only one who would save Craten to stop her,” Thurrin argued.
“You would have done all of that!”
“Craten is my brother and Ysig is our heart. Your heart lies in Glavinore but it is Ysig you