Dimar: Lost Waters
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Lost Waters - Chapter 21
Luuko wasn't sure exactly what he heard, but the message was clear. Like the unseen constant Wind that swirled around him, a voice sounded in his mind. He struggled to ease the strain on his one horn with what lift from the Wind he could summon while keeping the pouch and Tara as steady as possible. Each time the enslaver's tail came down to lash his back and sides, he carefully turned so the pouch would not be struck. If Tara's weapons went off inside of him, they'd both be lost and all his suffering would be for nothing. He had to get them to the execution chamber...he had to see mahmar again.
"Sirma? Dinhit?" weakly, he reached out for other members of the assassination party, but they were out of range. The very walls of this Barryd discouraged psi communication...he could feel his cries bounce back at him, the desperation in his own thoughts galling him. The little voice inside his head never stopped, though. "You can do this...you have to do this...just hold on a bit longer."
The enslaver turned back, "Hrrrm? Quiet you!" He slammed a hind foot into Luuko's side, slamming him against the wall of the corridor. Each breath sent fire through him, but he had to stay conscious. If he blacked out, Tara would fall out of the pouch before they reached the chambers.
Through corridor after corridor the enslaver dragged him. His limp body slammed painfully into the corridor sides and platforms as they ascended level after level in Mulkol Barryd.
Finally, the enslaver pinned his head into a stock and clicked it shut. Luuko could barely hear him over the throbbing ache, but he knew he had made his objective. This one's the bloodkin of the Great Mother herself, Great One. Seeing her die by your hand will be the final blow to the Telkan spirit. Hundredcycles of freedom have made these slaves resistant...even this one gave me trouble on the way up.
Cautiously, Luuko opened his eyes. I
must be dead! Beautiful colors filtered down through the ceiling panels,
flooding an elegant room in an ancient style. His mother lay on a stone
couch bathed in a soothing golden light, looking almost comfortable, asleep.
He could see no restraints. A soothing hum filled the room, an air of
Groggily, the Great Mother opened her eyes.
As she lifted her head, Luuko could see how she was restrained. A series
of tendrils reached up from the couch right under her scales. He could
see them now more clearly, writhing within the tufts of her fur. She looked
around the room. Her usually piercing gaze was glazed, but she knew her
enemy when she saw him. Struggling against the thousands of tendrils that
dug into her neck and belly, she growled and snapped at the Mulkol.
Don't give up! Don't give up! Don't give up! He echoed the only rational thought in his head to her, and together he and the little voice reached out to her. Something was blocking them. Mahmar didn't want him to feel her pain. I have to do something! He roared again, and felt a restraint come loose...
As the Mulkol, now enshrouded in a cloud
of white tendrils himself, brought the blade down toward her head, Tara
began to struggle in the pouch. Krallik brought a hind foot down on Luuko's
muzzle, breaking it. The pain was too much...the piercing sensation blasted
him into unconsciousness.
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