Mageborn The Line of Illeniel by Michael Manning (top novels of all time TXT) 📗

the bond; he’ll do most of that anyway. The training is just to help keep you alive afterward,” he replied.

“Honestly, I don’t think it is necessary,” I put in.

He ignored me, “Do you have a sword Penelope?”

As a matter of fact she did, though we had packed it away after reaching the capital. Rose ran to fetch it from her things while Cyhan pulled a clear gem from a pouch at his side. Marc stepped closer, “Is there anything I can do to help?”

Cyhan glanced at him, “Leave. Your goddess may try to interfere with the bonding. He will be vulnerable during the process. If she takes advantage it could be our undoing.”

Marc was incensed, “My Lady is not like that. She bears only goodwill for us. If only men would accept that she could help us!”

“You have a choice,” Cyhan answered, “you may leave, or I can remove you.” He left it open to interpretation what he meant exactly by the word ‘remove’.

Marc left, but he certainly wasn’t happy about it. Rose returned a second later with Penny’s sword. It was the same slender blade she had carried with her the night we fought the shiggreth together. She passed it carefully over into Penny’s hands.

Penny looked at Cyhan, “What do I do now?”

“Nothing, hold the blade up across your palms, as though you were presenting it to him,” he replied.

“I don’t want to do this yet,” I said.

“You don’t have a choice. It’s either that or I’ll see to it that you never walk out of this room alive... understand?” His voice was calm but I could see violence coiled in his large frame. The man was ready to carry out his threat the moment he sensed any resistance.

No! They’ll geld you. This is wrong... don’t let them do this.

“I understand,” I made my choice. “What do I do?”

Cyhan pulled a small scroll from a pouch, “You can read Lycian?” I nodded at him that I could. “She will give you her oath, and you will respond. Place your hands on top of hers where she holds the sword,” he told me.

I put my hands over hers, with the sword between our palms. Cyhan reached over and set the clear gem he had been holding on the flat of the blade.

No!

I could hear the voice again, and the earth shook beneath us. The giant heartbeat had sped up. The gem slid off the blade and fell to the ground.

“What was that?” Penny asked.

Cyhan grabbed up the stone quickly, this time he replaced it and wound a long leather thong around it to hold it in place, “I think he’s losing control, we have to hurry.”

“That wasn’t me,” I said, but no one was listening.

Don’t you understand? This will kill you! the voice shouted at me.

“The voice says this is going to kill me... that can’t be true right?” I asked them.

“Your mind is splintering Mordecai. It’s fighting with itself. You have to focus on what we’re doing.” Cyhan looked worried. It was not an expression that suited him.

“But I can’t shake the ground... it’s impossible. It’s too big, no wizard could do that,” I protested.

He had already begun giving Penny her lines and she recited them flawlessly, “I, Penelope Cooper, do give my faith and trust to you, Mordecai Illeniel. My life is yours, to use as you wish. I am your sword; I will protect you and carry your burdens with you. In the light I will walk beside you, to face your foes, and should darkness enter your heart I will...” She faltered for a moment, “should darkness enter your heart, I will be your death.” She said the words proudly; looking straight into my eyes, though I could see the last part pained her to say.

Cyhan held the scroll up near me so that I could see it, “Read the response, in Lycian, and put your heart into it.”

The earth began a steady vibration that set my teeth on edge, while the house began to shake lightly. No! You are the last hope! They’ll destroy everything if you do this! A form began to flow up from the floor, taking shape from the very stone of the house’s foundation, as if the rock were liquid.

“You’ll need to shield us Mordecai!” Cyhan shouted. I spoke and created a shield of pure force around the three of us.

“I keep telling you that can’t be me... there’s no way I could shake the earth like this. And that...,” I nodded at the stone body forming outside my shield, “I have no clue what that is.”

“You’re much stronger than you realize. Your sleeping mind is fighting to prevent this... start the invocation before it’s too late!” he shouted back at me.

Fear and the unknown are strong motivators. I started the response in Lycian, “I, Mordecai Illeniel do take you Penelope Cooper as my pact-bearer. Our souls will be joined and our lives linked, from now until our deaths...” As I spoke the form outside my shield grew more detailed, until it resembled a young woman.

If you do this I cannot help you. Your life will be short and the darkness coming will devour you along with everything else in this world. Stop!

The floor around us rippled, like water, and then rose up over us to slam into my shield. The force almost made me lose my place in the response, “Your life is my own and I will use your mind for my shield, in return I will give you greater strength. So long as we both live I will allow no evil to shelter within me, and when you die I will join you in the deeper sleep.” As I finished I felt the energy flowing between us... through our palms. The gem set upon the blade glowed a deep crimson and light flowed along the steel. I could feel... something... passing between us and I could feel Penelope’s heart beating within her chest. The sensation was similar to