Wheel in the Sky 1

Prologue

“Sir Larick? Sir Larick, speak to me!” His master fell, and Candagar stumbled forward as if pulled by a string. “You killed him!” He screamed up at the Falgaroth, but the Black Paladin was already turning away.

“It was not I who kill him,” said the enemy, “run away boy, while you still can.”

But Candagar wasn’t listening. His master was dying, but his lips moved. “Run boy.” His gauntleted hands came up to the great slash down his chest. Metal-clad fingers twisted and tore at the edges of the wound.

“What are you doing, sir Larick?” Candagar grabbed at his master’s hands.

“Run I said,” but the old knight’s actions belied his words. He grabbed Candagar’s wrist with one hand, pulled at the edge of his death-wound with the other, and yanked.

“Too late,” whispered sir Larick and Candagar’s hand plunged into the warm entrails of his master. And there he found a dagger. Instinctively his fingers coiled around the slick hilt, without knowing why he pulled the little weapon forth. With wonder he gazed at the silver ripples in its blade.

Greetings, master knight, spoke the voice in his head.

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By Dan, Michael, and Turbo. For a behind the scenes look at where this story’s coming from, see here.