Part 21 (1/2)

With a s.h.i.+ver, he made his way along the edge of the cavern, his gaze lifted toward the ridge far above him. He could sense at least one guard, but the weird flux of the labyrinth meant he couldn't be sure there weren't more.

Inching around a thick stalagmite, he discovered a male frost sprite lying on frozen ground, his thin face drained of color and his pale hair tangled.

Finn didn't have to ask his friend to know that he'd been forced to use his magic to the point of complete collapse.

”Tasko,” he murmured in low tones, reaching out to grasp the male's shoulder and give him a small shake. ”Tasko, you must wake.”

Putting a punch of magic behind his command, he watched as Tasko grimly forced his eyes open. For a second the male looked confused, as if Finn was the last person he expected to see.

Then, with a shaky hand, he reached up to lay his fingers against Finn's cheek. ”My prince. Is it really you?”

”Shh.” Finn quickly glanced around, ensuring nothing was sneaking up on them. ”It's really me.”

The male grimaced. ”You shouldn't have come here.”

Finn ignored the soft chiding. Tasko was his strongest warrior, and the one tribesman who felt comfortable speaking his mind.

”How is the cuff locked?” he instead demanded, crouching down so he could study the heavy manacle wrapped around the male's ankle.

”By magic,” Tasko said, his voice thick with disgust. ”I've tried every trick I know and haven't been able to put a dent in it.”

Finn reached out to touch the heavy metal, hissing as pain shot from his fingers up his arm.

”Iron,” he breathed, jerking his hand away.

”Yeah, our idiotic captors expect us to use our magic to retrieve gems from the ice, but they keep us so drained we can barely function.”

Finn swiftly considered their options. There weren't many. The iron meant he couldn't physically break open the manacles. And the unknown magic prevented him from turning the metal to frost.

His only hope was his rare talent to move through ice.

”I'll have to share my powers for you to escape,” he said. ”Be ready to run.”

”No, Finn,” the younger male protested, well aware that the effort would drain Finn of his magic. ”Don't waste your strength on me. Release the others first.”

Finn gave a decisive shake of his head. ”It might not be official, but we both know you're the obvious heir to take my place if something happens to me,” he pointed out. ”The tribe needs you.”

Grabbing the male's leg just below the knee, he released his magic. It was intoxicating. Like champagne bubbles dancing through his veins. Focusing his will, he allowed the power to flow through his palm and into Tasko's leg.

Immediately his foot began to sink into the floor, as if it was melting through the ice. Tas...o...b..t his lower lip, shuddering as the cold sliced through his body. Finn, however, didn't relent, continuing to pump his magic through his leg until the manacle was fully surrounded by ice. Then, jerking Tasko's leg up, he shut off his magic.

With a flurry of sparkles, Tasko's calf and foot re-formed. This time without the heavy iron cuff that remained trapped beneath the floor.

”I'm free,” Tasko rasped, his shaky tone revealing his fear that he was destined to die in the strange labyrinth.

Finn straightened, grasping Tasko's arm so he could tug him to his feet. ”Can you create a portal?” he demanded.

A grim determination flared in Tasko's light blue eyes. ”I'll force one open.”

Finn nodded. ”Good. I'll release the others.”

Depending on his warrior to find a way to get them out of the cavern, Finn concentrated on moving forward. His feet felt oddly heavy, but he refused to acknowledge his weariness.

Adair had said her brothers would soon be returning.

The clock was ticking.

He found the next sprite curled in a small cavity dug into the wall.

Ineke was a tiny female with a ma.s.s of silver hair and gray eyes. She barely looked big enough to be fully grown, but her magic was off the charts. Which was no doubt why she'd been kidnapped.

Containing his flare of fury at the sight of her ashen complexion and the purple shadows beneath her eyes, Finn bent down to grab her leg, leaving her asleep until he'd managed to use his powers to press her foot into the ice. She at last woke when he was finis.h.i.+ng, as if jolted when he removed his magic.

Like Tasko, she blinked in confusion. ”Finn?”

He leaned forward, placing his hand over her mouth as he whispered directly in her ear.

”Tasko is waiting at the back of the cavern,” he told her. ”See if you can join your powers with his to open a portal for the others.”

She rose to her feet, briefly swaying. Still, her concern was focused on him.

”You need to rest, my prince,” she murmured softly, reaching up to press her fingers to his cheek.

He shook his head. ”Later.”

”But-”

Finn gave her a small push toward the narrow pathway that led to the back of the cavern. ”Go.”

She hesitated, tears filling her beautiful eyes. ”Thank you.”

He gave a short nod, waiting for her to spin on her heel and disappear in the shadows that appeared to be thickening.

Finn swayed, but with grim determination he was once again moving forward.

Nothing was going to stop him from freeing his people.

End. Of. Story.

He found the next two tribesmen chained together. Motioning for them to remain silent as they parted their lips in shock at his sudden appearance, he performed the same ritual. Thankfully, they were close enough that he could free them both at the same time.

Ordering them to join Tasko and Ineke, he went in search of the last of his tribesmen.

It took a few minutes to at last find Daq at the very front of the cavern. The young male had a b.l.o.o.d.y lip and a dark bruise on his cheek that spoke of a recent beating.

b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.

Finn contained his fury, using his rapidly fading magic to get rid of the manacle. Then, gently shaking the young male awake, he helped him to a sitting position.

”Can you stand?” he asked in a low whisper.