The Siren's Call - CAV LASTER (good e books to read .txt) 📗

plastered against his face. Perspiration covered his forehead and Domae, the symbol of a black bird.
With a ragged breath he spoke, “Hezac, my friend, I’ve discovered what the Zadors are. It seems Phasti has created a way to alter the DNA of our people, and I believe…”
Loud female sobs and hard tugs on his pant legs disturbed Hezac. He commanded, “Mykra, release me!”
Azuma’s form instantly disappeared, while the symbols returned to their resting place. A wail brought him to stare at the inconsolable woman who knelt before him. He raised his eyebrows at the sight of her. Warning bells sounded in his head as his hands shot forth and gripped the women’s arms.
He shook her as he barked, “What are you doing out here, Anali? As my daughter’s keeper you are to stay at her side! Where’s my child?”
“I don’t know, Great one. I went to check on her and she was not in her bed. Please forgive, my prince. Take my life, for I have failed you.”
Hezac snarled as he shoved her aside. His heart thumped hard as he scouted the area. “Did you bring me something of hers, Anali?” Hezac tossed over his shoulder.
She slowly dragged her body to his feet. He yanked her up by the hair. “There’s no time for groveling, Anali! Be useful, woman, and give me what I need, now!”
With a trembling hand, she took out one of Lazria’s cloaks from a bag over her shoulder. Hezac snatched the garment from her hands as he shoved her aside. He inhaled the familiar scent, drowning himself with it. He hurled the material to Krazin.
“Find my daughter, men. Or I shall have your heads for your failure if something should happen to her! Anali, care for Rivtak.”
“Who?” she whispered.
Hezac glared at her as he gestured to the Xaecon.
Lowering her head and keeping her shoulders hunched, she sat and brought Rivtak’s head to her lap.
Hezac inhaled sharply while he curled his lips in disgust.
He took a few steps away and sniffed the air. There was no breeze this evening, making it more difficult for him to track down Lazria’s scent. If his gut was right, he knew where his daughter headed for, but he couldn’t risk going with his men if he was mistaken.
“Dayln, you shall go west, and Krazin, you shall go east. I will go north. Not a word from both of you of the need of protecting me. I want my daughter found, and do not dare return if you fail to secure her alive.”
At that he took off running to where he believed his child could have trailed to. Twigs snapped under his weight, while branches tore from their roots as his body brushed through the woods in desperation. When the scent of water from Lake Adalia reached him, he slowed his pace.
Hezac lowered the pounding beat of his heart. He focused his vision, seeking the small shape of his daughter. He thanked Lemuria as he caught sight of his child sitting on a rock, mumbling to herself. Her waist-length, black hair whipped around her as a breeze rushed past her.
He furrowed his brow when he saw a black shape with blue glowing eyes reaching for her. Fear coursed through his body as he raced to get to her in time. The Axeon materialized in his hand as he called for it mentally. He uttered a prayer as he flung the large, glowing blue axe.
It swooshed in the air at full speed, sinking into the Zador’s neck. The Zador shrieked while its head fell from its shoulders. Blood sprayed all around. Lazria wailed and sobbed, rocking her body as she stared at the carcass. He gasped as his heart wanted to cave in with grief, but the desire to reach to his daughter’s side blinded him.
Hezac sighed as he took his child in his arms, thanking Lemuria for the perfect aim. Lazria pounded his chest, yelling words filled with hatred and pain. He placed her on the ground, confused from her actions. She should be happy he saved her life, but instead, she blamed him from some unknown misfortune event.
Feeling his emotions in havoc, he didn’t understand, until his gaze fell on the Zador. His heart caught in his throat as he stared at the familiar object which had fallen between the head and body. Hezac stumbled as he made his way to it.
Tears streamed down his cheeks while sobs caught in his throat. He took the object in his hand and inspected it. He knew what it was before he touched it, but he had to make sure, to be certain. He let out a deep, agonizing wail as he pounded the piece of jewelry against his chest.
“You killed her! You killed momma!”
The look on his daughter’s face covered in blood seared his soul. He had taken the life of his beloved and the mother of his child. Feeling rolling waves of grief, Hezac did the only thing he could do. He roared his pain into the wind, accepting the fate Lemuria cursed him to undergo.
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Publication Date: 06-08-2011

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Dedication:
For my husband, Raymond, thank you for coming into my life and showing me what true love is all about. To those who have been wounded in life. Don't push away love which can give you a brighter future.