Page 84 of Brutal Fae King
But I can feel the amount of energy it’s taking out of me, generating this teleportation power, chanting the ancient spell in my head.
I have an idea of how we’re going to survive this, but it’s a risk—if I teleport our own army in now, they’ll probably be sitting ducks in front of Dralis’s army. It takes more than a moment for a person unused to teleportation to recover from it. They would likely be flanked and killed at that moment, especially since this army is already just sitting like hungry dogs waiting for rabbits to leave the warren.
What we need is a distraction, and we have the greatest distraction in the world ready and waiting for us. It just leavesus entirely open for a moment. Nothing but stone walls and a wooden door to keep us safe for that moment.
I give Ebelor’s hand another squeeze, then look over to the soldiers:
“Hold steady!”I order. “Do not move as the magical assault happens! Move on my orders!”
“Yes, Sire!”
I look down at the electrical wall. It’s beginning to break apart. I look to Ebelor.
“You move on my order as well,” I say. “Let me cast my spell first.”
She nods. Her face is white, and her eyes are wide. I put a hand on her face.
“Don’t worry,” I tell her. “Whatever happens, I will keep you safe. I will.”
She just nods at me. The words I want to say bubble up in my throat—but I pause for a second. She can see on my face that I have something to say, and her entire expression is open—she’s looking at me, fully listening.
“I… I love you,” I say to her.
A little gasp escapes her. A touch of color ekes back into her face, and her eyes sparkle.
“Vicmar!” she gasps. “I-I love you too!”
Warmth bursts inside my chest, behind my armor—followed by the painful squeeze as I realize that… if this goes wrong… I may never say or hear those words again…
No. No, we won’t. We are going to make it through this.
Just as the thought crosses my mind, there’s a break in the constant sizzling around us. I look down, and the electrical wall finally falls. The army outside charges toward the castle, eagerly attacking the castle walls. They’re just hammering the door with their fists and feet for now, but it shan’t be long before they bring a battering ram in.
I blow out a hard exhale, and start chanting under my breath, lifting my hand up, fingers spread.
I can feel the magic coursing through my veins—it’s like I’m so suddenly aware of every droplet of blood coursing around my body, washing in my ears, twinkling in my eyes as it pulses through them. I’m going to collapse if this lasts too much longer.
I turn my gaze up to the castle town, and there are large purple sigils slowly forming in the skies. The army hammering at our doors doesn’t notice them—they’re too busy trying to break into the castle doors.
But that might not be enough…
My head is whirring. My vision is blackening.
I-I… can’t do this.I’m not-
A hand touches my shoulder. Suddenly, my body floods with renewed strength. As the second wave hits me, the sigils grow brighter, almost hard to stare at—and then they come crashing down to the ground. As they hit the ground, they draw back up, leaving an entire army in their wake. But the enemy at our door is making too much noise to even notice.
As expected, the army I summoned spends a second recovering, reorienting, and before long, they turn and start charging toward the others, roaring a battle cry.
The other army begins to turn around, but they’re already flanked. As the chaos rattles out below us, I look over to Ebelor.
“Now, quick! Replen—”
Her hand is on my shoulder, and she looks a little pale. She’s sweating, and as she lets me go, she groans.
“Yes, I’ll do that…”
“What happened?” I figure it out as the question leaves my lips. “Did you use our bond to give me some of your power?!”
