76 The Ritual Pt.5 (1/2)
Lowell was poised with her burning finger pointed at Odds throat. To say the least, she was in a position to kill him. The whole situation had gone from zero to one hundred in the span of a few seconds.
The mages that were behind her all erupted in light similar to Lowell. But the light came from the tombs that were at their hips. They had not moved into a defensive position, but their magic was active to defend themselves if need be. Or probably in this case attack if need be.
Although, it would be child's play to kill them with the aid of the glasses. I could see all the opens positions on their bodies and even along their clothes that were enchanted with defensive spells.
They were to green!
Unlike Lowell or Odd they did not pose a threat to me.
A dagger appeared in my hands. I shifted in my seat and stood up. Lowell shot me a deathly look and I pause in my movement. It seems that she was cautious of me too. Or she could turn around and blame me for this massacre.
I would not let her kill him. I would take her head before she took his head.
Although, I did not trust either of them. It would be in my favor to have a strong ally and he had done nothing but support me so far.
Looking at her I found that her throat and wrist were open to attack. A bright white line was drawn across her throat and both of her wrist. While I could see smaller hairline marks that were running along the waist of her dress and down the chest.
These were dimmer. It seems that her enchantments were stronger than the ones of her followers.
”Lady Lowell! What is the meaning of this?!” The Commander of the army shouts. He had a hand on his sword and his chair had been knocked backwards. His face was tense.
Yara was looking between Lowell and Odd with a horrified expression on her face. I could roll my eyes at her. She was not to bright, but people that were charismatic hero types generally were not the brightest!
”Answer me!” She growls through her clenched teeth. The bright flame aimed at his throat was burning brighter and getting closer. Odd did not seems phased in the least at her obvious threat.
His posture was calm and relaxed. As if nothing was the matter at all!
”Lowell calm down. You should put that out before you get yourself hurt,” he cautions her with a dark tone in comparison to his look.
She flinches slightly and the flame wavers a bit.
”What the hell happened! You were supposed to be on guard tonight?! How the hell did you let this happen?” She asks keeping her flame burning.
He lets out a sigh and looks at her finger.
It was a murderous look. That sent a chill up my spine.
”I had something else to deal with,” he replies.
”We are civilized people must you talk with murderous intent like that?” The Bishop finally speaks. His voice was low but forceful,
Lowell looks towards him and her burning orange eyes seem to dim, and reason seems to enter back into her mind a little. She looks back towards Odd and her face twist up again.
”Something on this scale how could you miss it?” She presses her voice breaking a little bit.
He sighs and raises a hand and puts it down on her shoulder. She flinches but does not shake off his hand.
”I'm sorry. If I could have stopped this I would have. I know your granddaughter meant a lot to you,” he speaks softly.
Oh!
I put my dagger away. Looks like she would get to live to see another day.
Tears threaten to spill out of Lowell's eyes as she lowers her hand. She rubs a hand over her eyes and stops the tears from falling down her face. But her body is shaking with sobs.
It looks like one of the women that had been sacrificed was her Granddaughter. The realization sunk in for everyone and they all lower their guards.
Relaxing I sink back down into the chair and continue to observe the situation.
Yara moves forward to go and comfort Lowell. While Odd lets out a small sigh and takes a step back from her. His throat was a little burnt from the flame, but it was not life threatening at all.
His eyes did not betray his emotions. I had no idea what he was thinking.
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