The Twisted - Dalton Boyle (feel good books TXT) 📗

shield, and when he finally gets the groove of blocking and parrying that side, I stab the other side, my scimitar going through his rib and puncturing a lung.
His breathing comes harder and he knows he can never win, so he runs. I pull out my dagger again and fling it towards his back, hitting him square in the spine, and he collapses, not very quietly.
I ran back to the tunnel where my squad was and I motioned for them to follow me as I kept running to the main Bekinal group. When we get there, I notice about 50. They all had their weapons drawn, for they apparently heard the thud when the dead dwarf hit the floor. I motion for the group to start their killing and Axel stays with me near the mouth of the tunnel so no dwarf can escape through the main tunnel. Garfen, another Drow of novice skill, guards the other exit tunnel. The Drow begin slaughtering the dwarves, not one Drow injured, but the dwarves start to regroup and organize. They group into their favorite formation, the wedge formation, with the remaining thirty-five dwarves. The tallest dwarf, however, is nearly two and a half feet shorter than the shortest Drow so about ten Drow jump over the main line and start killing from the back. Again the formation breaks and a dwarf runs toward me and axel, dressed in exuberant robes, marking him the priest of the group. I quickly cut the terrified preist down who falls dead to the floor. A little statuette falls to the ground in front of him and I curiously poke it with my scimitar. Seeing that it’s harmless, I pick it up and pocket it. Dwarves are famous for making statues that can summon monsters from other dimensions into our world to fight for them. The statuette I picked up was in the likeness of a wolf, one of the strongest surface animals. I check the priests pulse and I notice he’s still alive
“Priest, Get over here!” I yelled to Hagram, the healer of our group.
“Yes, what is it Darxen?”
“Heal this dwarf; I need some information from him.”
Hagram kneeled over the dwarf and turned him over and sees a big yet shallow cut on his neck. He puts his hand over the wound and they start glowing while the cut gets healed. While the dwarf is healing I get rope and tie him up.
“What is the name of the creature in the statue?” I asked the poor dwarf.
“Genorian.” He answers. A mist starts to appear beside him and I quickly decapitate the dwarf. If the owner of the creature is still alive when the creature is summoned by saying its name, it will attack anyone harming the owner. But since I have the statuette, he will realize that I am its new master.
The mist, getting more solid, is starting to take shape of a huge dark colored wolf. The other Drow elves, done with the fighting, gathered around the mist, wondering what it was. There was only one Drow that was injured with a crushed arm, and no deaths. The priest quickly healed the painful injury as the wolf appeared fully.
Genorian was huge, big enough for me to ride on him. As he looked around and realized his master was dead, he looked at the Drow and snarled at them, ready for attack. Just as he was about to jump, I pulled out the statuette. Seeing that I had possession, he lied down in surrender.
The Drow could talk the dwarfs’ language so that when we encountered groups like these, we can interrogate some of the miners if we’d want to. I could easily talk to the wolf in his own language and he could understand everything I told him. I walked back to Denzomorean with the wolf by my side and my brother on the other. As we neared the entrance to the city I dismissed the wolf, who seemed unhappy to lose his owner.
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Publication Date: 07-15-2011

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