Fated Triad: Shadows of the Forbidden Moon

Ariel's POV

As I murmured the magic, the room whirled and my voice hardly raised above a whisper. The power of the rite was surging through me, tugging at the very center of my existence. As the gloom whirled around me, my heart hammered in my chest and I could not breathe.

Alan's limp figure lay next to me; his breathing was irregular. Every second seemed like an eternity, and I battled to keep concentration. The background resonated with the laughter of the sorcerer, a merciless reminder of the weight we carried. "Hold on, Alan," I said, not sure whether he could hear me. We will make it through this.

The sorcerer's gaze fixed on me, his face a mix of incredulity and fury. "With this miserable spell, you believe you might beat me? You are a stupidity.

I lacked the luxury of a response. My whole attention was on finishing the chant. Every word I said seemed to sap my vitality, yet I persisted knowing I had to defend the people I loved.

Abruptly, the middle of the circle burst in a dazzling flash of light, and stunned by its strength, I staggered backward. The air buzzed with vitality, and the might of the magic drove the gloom back-off.

I watched the sorcerer's face twist with wrath through the haze. He lifted his hand to start another spell, but before he could, the light grew even more brilliant, around him in a blinding aura. "No!" he yelled, his voice desperate. "You cannot-"

His comments were cut off as the light surrounded him and he was hauled backward from the cabin. The blackness that had enveloped the room started to fade, leaving us in a frigid, terrible silence. My strength all but gone, I lowered to my knees next to Alan. Weary, my body shook and I could barely keep my eyes open. But Elijah was standing next, his face pale but relieved, as the light dimmed. "You did it," he replied, his voice full of respect and wonder. You severed the link.

Weakly unable to talk, I nodded. My eyes kept fixated on Alan, who lay asleep on the floor. With hope he might wake up soon, I extended a hand to touch his face.

But a loud crash from the door occurred before I could react. Looking up, I saw it swinging open and two figures-Marie and the sorcerer's minions-stepped inside.

Marie stared about the room, her eyes wild with rage. "You-how dare you??"NôvelDrama.Org content.

"Stop Marie," Elijah yelled and stood between us. You don't grasp

Marie interjected, her eyes fixed on Alan. "I understand exactly," she said. "You have put everything under danger. For what have you done?

I got to my feet, but my legs felt like lead. "Maria, kindly. We were meant to be saving you.

She stared at me and her eyes softened somewhat, but her rage persisted. "You are not sure what you have done. The sorcerer was the only starting point. Others will visit you now as well.

One of the minions reached out with a sinister grin toward Alan before I could reply. I pushed myself to stand and call upon the last of my will to step in.

"Don't approach him!" I yelled, my voice wavers but strong.

The minions stopped, a smile flashing on his lips. " why not?" In this game, he is simply a pawn.

Drawing up every bit of bravery I had, I said, "Because, he's important to me." And I refuse to let you hurt him.

Elijah moved forward, his face fixed in a grimace. We ought to leave this place. Friends of the sorcerer won't be far behind.

Marie stared at him, fear and will mixed in her eyes. "You're correct." We had to leave right now.

Moving rapidly, we carried Alan between us across the cabin. Closely trailing, the minions watched us with a mix of menace and wonder.

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I looked back at the cabin as we neared the edge of the forest, a twinge of sorrow. Though still a great distance to go, we had come so far.

"Where are we going?" My voice was hardly more than a whisper as I asked.

Elijah looked at me, a sobering look. "Not too far from here is a safe house. We can reassemble and decide on our next action.

We moved across the woodland, the long, spooky shadows of the trees extending in the low light. I could feel our circumstances weighing down on us and the tension was evident. Marie strolled next to me, regretting everything. I'm sorry, Ariel. I ought to have paid attention to you.

Too worn-out to protest, I shook my head "We are passed that right now. Our first priorities should be everyone's safety.

I started to feel hope as we got closer to the safe house a modest, understated structure buried far into the forest. Here at least, we would have time to relax and reorganize.

Elijah unlocked the door, and we entered the cabin-a pleasant respite from the frigidity outside. We set Alan on a bed in the corner, and I watched as Elijah started to respond to his injuries.

Marie stood by the window, staring out the gloom. We need to get ready. Friends of the sorcerer will be looking for us.

I nodded, nearly completely worn out. "We will be prepared. But just now, our main priorities should be getting Alan moving once more.

We cared for Alan, and hours passed with the tension in the room evident. The darkness outside lengthened, and shivers down my spine at the sound of far-off footsteps.

Alan's eyelids fluttered open at last, and he stared at me with a mix of uncertainty and anxiety. "Ariel?"

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My heart lifting at the sight of his consciousness, I knelt beside him. "I'm present here. You are protected.

He reached out a hand to sweep a stray lock of hair from my face. "What happened"? Did we have success?

I inhaled deeply and felt a surge of relief go over me. "We accomplished. At least temporarily, the sorcerer is no more.

Alan looked at Marie, still standing by the window. And Marie?

Marie turned to look at us, her face contradictory. "I apologize for everything. Her own worries blinded me.

Alan nodded, but he kept wary eyes. "Everybody has demons." For now, though, we should be concentrating on what lies ahead.

His comments had great weight in the atmosphere. Though the war was far from over, we had fought a hard struggle. We knew nothing about what the sorcerer's allies would do next; they were still out there.

I discovered that I slept as the evening wore on. My mind racing with ideas of what was ahead, I sat at the window peering out into the darkness.

Though the woodland outside seemed still, I understood that silence was misleading. The actual risk was out there, hiding in the shadows just waiting for an opportunity to attack.

For now, though, we were able to reorganize. And that was worth battling for.

I realized our trip was far from finished as the first light of dawn started to slink through the woods. Though there were many more to fight, we had survived this one. And whatever came next, we would confront it bravely and determinedly together.

Though the sorcerer's evil may have been exiled for now, the battle was far from finished. And I determined as I gazed out into the forest that we would not rest until the threat was totally eliminated.

We would keep fighting since, as long as there was a chance to defend people we loved, we would do it. And we would confront whatever came our way together.