Khellenduras' Lantern [aka, What a Night! Part Three]

Myra looked down at the dead raven near her feet. Stooping over, she lifted it, using the arrow as a handle. At that same moment, she felt a familiar presence nearby.

Khellenduras himself stepped forward from within the dark shadow of a tree.

She hadn't really expected him to show up, but she recovered from her surprise quickly. "Got something for you." She tossed the dead raven to Khell's feet.

Khellenduras looked down at the dead bird, and then lifted his gaze to Myra. His eyes were still not eyes, but instead the cavernous sockets she remembered. She met his gaze, but could not help herself when she took a step away from his now more powerful presence. "It was annoying me." She said simply.

Everyone's eyes seemed to be on Khellenduras and Myra. Maligor and Galahad stepped forward, standing side by side in front of Myra... separating her from the lich.

You speak for the Grey Company when you reject my terms, elf...?

Myra pulled herself up to her full five foot and two inches of height. "I do."

Khellenduras took a step forward. The large bulk of Caramon Majere's warrior body dwarfed Myra's form in comparison. It was meant to be an intimidating move. It worked. Myra bit the inside of her lip, but stood her ground.

Khellenduras moved his hollow gaze to Ainuyr, the only other member of the Grey Company still present. Is this true...?

Ainuyr nodded his head just once in the affirmative. "Uma."

She saw Mike nod from the corner of her eye, and all hands but hers seemed to be on some kind of weapon, if not already holding one. Even Khellenduras brandished the antique war mace he'd had when he'd visited her last.

His emotionless, lifeless face turned again to Myra. With careful movements, almost painfully slow to behold, he settled the war mace into its ring on his belt. Myra's eyes strayed to the strange lantern he held in his other hand and in that instant... she knew it was the Lantern of the Wraith. She watched him carefully. When next he spoke again, his voice came slowly, but rolled like waves upon the rocks of a cliff.

You have answered for your kin, Myra. Therefore you shall be the first to face their fate.

Myra narrowed her eyes at him, momentarily forgetting the lantern. She was ready to spring on this lich and tear at his face with her bare hands. It was then that Khellenduras lifted the lantern. Immediately Myra's senses came back to her and her eyes widened. He really meant to kill her this time, with that.

Her voice was barely audible, "...you have it..."

The world seemed to tilt beneath her feet as time stood still, and yet everything seemed to happen at once. She heard blades being unsheathed around her, as she watched Khellenduras open the shutters of the lantern. Her eyes found the black flame that burned within. It was all she could see.

Myra felt the tendrils of coldness reaching into her. She didn't feel it with her body. No... she felt it with her spirit. They writhed and slithered, attaching to her and drawing her away from herself, a little at a time. Slowly, agonizingly slow. So this was the end, she thought. Somehow she wasn't frightened.

Nor was she about to give up to this lich.

"You..." her breathing was coming in gasps as the pain of her life draining away tore at her very being, "...will pa...aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Myra dropped to her knees, doubling over with pain. The last time she'd cried out in pain was... When Khalin had stabbed her. Remembered pains combined with the agony of the lantern.

Khellenduras' empty eyes stared at Myra, and the flame of the lantern burned brighter as she collapsed to the ground.

The world began to grow fuzzy around the edges of her vision. She saw Maligor step directly between her and Khellenduras. And she heard Galahad's voice, "Stop!" She heard a sword whistle through the air before her world faded into nothing.

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> Myra looked down at the dead raven near her feet. Stooping over, she lifted it, using the arrow as a handle. At that same moment, she felt a familiar presence nearby. > Khellenduras himself stepped forward from within the dark shadow of a tree. > She hadn't really expected him to show up, but she recovered from her surprise quickly. "Got something for you." She tossed the dead raven to Khell's feet. > Khellenduras looked down at the dead bird, and then lifted his gaze to Myra. His eyes were still not eyes, but instead the cavernous sockets she remembered. She met his gaze, but could not help herself when she took a step away from his now more powerful presence. "It was annoying me." She said simply. > Everyone's eyes seemed to be on Khellenduras and Myra. Maligor and Galahad stepped forward, standing side by side in front of Myra... separating her from the lich. > <i>You speak for the Grey Company when you reject my terms, elf...?</i> > Myra pulled herself up to her full five foot and two inches of height. "I do." > Khellenduras took a step forward. The large bulk of Caramon Majere's warrior body dwarfed Myra's form in comparison. It was meant to be an intimidating move. It worked. Myra bit the inside of her lip, but stood her ground. > Khellenduras moved his hollow gaze to Ainuyr, the only other member of the Grey Company still present. <i> Is this true...?</i> > Ainuyr nodded his head just once in the affirmative. "Uma." > She saw Mike nod from the corner of her eye, and all hands but hers seemed to be on some kind of weapon, if not already holding one. Even Khellenduras brandished the antique war mace he'd had when he'd visited her last. > His emotionless, lifeless face turned again to Myra. With careful movements, almost painfully slow to behold, he settled the war mace into its ring on his belt. Myra's eyes strayed to the strange lantern he held in his other hand and in that instant... she knew it was the Lantern of the Wraith. She watched him carefully. When next he spoke again, his voice came slowly, but rolled like waves upon the rocks of a cliff. > <i>You have answered for your kin, Myra. Therefore you shall be the first to face their fate.</i> > Myra narrowed her eyes at him, momentarily forgetting the lantern. She was ready to spring on this lich and tear at his face with her bare hands. It was then that Khellenduras lifted the lantern. Immediately Myra's senses came back to her and her eyes widened. He really meant to kill her this time, with that. > Her voice was barely audible, "...you have it..." > The world seemed to tilt beneath her feet as time stood still, and yet everything seemed to happen at once. She heard blades being unsheathed around her, as she watched Khellenduras open the shutters of the lantern. Her eyes found the black flame that burned within. It was all she could see. > Myra felt the tendrils of coldness reaching into her. She didn't feel it with her body. No... she felt it with her spirit. They writhed and slithered, attaching to her and drawing her away from herself, a little at a time. Slowly, agonizingly slow. So this was the end, she thought. Somehow she wasn't frightened. > Nor was she about to give up to this lich. > "You..." her breathing was coming in gasps as the pain of her life draining away tore at her very being, "...will pa...aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Myra dropped to her knees, doubling over with pain. The last time she'd cried out in pain was... When Khalin had stabbed her. Remembered pains combined with the agony of the lantern. > Khellenduras' empty eyes stared at Myra, and the flame of the lantern burned brighter as she collapsed to the ground. > The world began to grow fuzzy around the edges of her vision. She saw Maligor step directly between her and Khellenduras. And she heard Galahad's voice, "Stop!" She heard a sword whistle through the air before her world faded into nothing.
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