The Conquest of Mytheyr
Chapter 5

The pulse bomb sent Morgan flying almost fifty yards. Shewas fortunate not to hit a tree and even more so that she was uninjured, just agigantic bruise on her back that would be sore later. The blast had obliteratedthe dense stone golems, and Morgan hoped that it had injured Semele, preferablyfatally. Though, considering the state she was in, Morgan highly doubted it.

“Raven!”she yelled, leaping to her feet.

“Over… here.” A voice wheezed, about ten yards to her right.Morgan rushed over to Raven and inspected the damage. Raven had literally beenright next to the blast, and though the pulse was meant to destroy only densermaterials, especially metal, Raven’s ribs had been broken, most likely from thedebris of the golems and not the blast itself. But those were easy to fix.Morgan was just glad her friend’s ruby wings weren’t torn.

“Remember what I said about those grenades?” Morgan asked.Raven remembered. It was something along the lines of; you could lose one andmess up an entire world’s time line if you’re not careful, blah blah blah. “Nixall of that. Bring those fucking things everywhere.” Morgan finished, and Ravenflashed her a wolf like grin.

She liftedRaven onto her shoulder, conjuring Light magic and channeling it into the bone,and it began to knit itself back together.

“Thanks,” Raven said, gasping in pain.

“Uh huh. Nightshade!” Morgan called her horse’s name inElvish. She had no idea where their steeds had gotten to.

She didn’texpect Nightshade to shadow travel in, so she jumped when the mare appeared,stepping out of the shade of the trees. Raven cried out when she jostled herstill-healing ribs.

“Fuck, sorry.” Morgan said, pouring a last bit of healingmagic into her bones, “Do you think you can ride?”

“On Night, yeah.” Raven assured her. “But what about you?”

“I’m not planning on sticking around, don’t worry. I justcan’t leave Caspian behind.”

“Fair enough. Birch?”

Morgan knewthe place, just by the word. She nodded, and the black mare carried her friendaway. She found the bay after just two minutes of searching, and was soonriding hard to catch up with Raven.

Semele pushedhimself off the ground, breathing heavily. His golems, so difficult to create,lay all about in pieces, ruined. Technology… he should have been prepared forthat…

Semelestarted to shake violently. Gone… she was gone. He teleported himself to theuppermost tower in the castle. He screamed in rage, throwing a ball of blackmagic into a mirror, shattering it. His screech was so loud some of theservants in the floors below him cowered, before realizing Semele wasn’t in theimmediate vicinity. They hightailed itas far away from the tower as possible.

Semelerampaged around the late King’s room, destroying anything standing and crushingthe fragments under his feet.

“You idiot!” he roared, his pale face turning crimson. “Shewas right here, in your grasp, and you let her slip through! And why? Becauseof an oversight! Because of a flaw in your plan! She’s gone! Far away by now! Andwhat are you going to do about it!”

Semelestopped short in his pacing. He stood perfectly still, allowing the suddenly stillsilence to fill his ears. The redness faded, leaving his skin as pale and waxyas before.

“Yes… and what…andwhat... will you do about it?” hewhispered to himself. He strode to the window and looked out. Night had fallen,and the stars provided enough light to see the entire forest, especially forone with eyes like Semele’s. A shine caught the corner of his eye. He looked,and pulled a hair off his sleeve. Too long and dark to be his. The servantgirl, perhaps, but no, it was too light. Hers. Semele chuckled ominously.

“Morgan…Queen of Irideth. What will I do? I will wait. I will watch. And she… will bemine.” He twined the hair in his fingers, and began to prepare some magicks.