behind her, like masts holding an unseen sail.
“Hey, wait!” Jerico shouted, spurring his own horse on as the other two left him behind. “Don’t have fun without me!”
Mira saw that Lathaar was closing so she flew faster, her hair flailing wildly as the wind at her back soared stronger. The bridge approached at frightening speeds, but she knew that she appeared far more frightening to the dark paladins that waited. She slipped in and out of their minds, whispering echoing words as she did.
The goddess is coming. You are to die, mortals. Die to the goddess. Fear my eyes, my hair, my fire. The goddess is here.
She felt their fear growing, and to that she smiled. She had tried a similar ploy to Lathaar, and he had only grabbed her presence in his mind and demanded to know her name. Silly dark paladins, she thought. All faith but no courage.
Fire swirled around her hands as she came to a halt before the line of platemail, axes, and swords.
“I am a daughter of the goddess,” she told them as they stared, frozen in place by fear and indecision. “And I demand passage. Will you grant it?”
“It is the will of Krieger, and of Karak, that none shall pass,” the one in the center answered. While the others had long hair cut past the shoulder or tied in ponytails, he was completely shaven. “We are the embodiment of his will. And the goddess shall not break the will of Karak.”
Mira laughed as the edges of white in her eyes vanished.
“Very well. Let’s test Karak’s will.”
A ring of fire rose from the ground around her, blazing hot. The seven raised their shields, testing the heat. A razor blade of whirling air shot from Mira’s fingers, slicing one in half at the waist. His body fell, blood and intestines spilling everywhere. She turned to another, who braced his shield. Again she laughed.
“Shut up, bitch,” the man said, the lion skull on his shield gleaming in the sun. Mira clapped her hands together above her head. Lightning struck from the clear sky, swirling its power around her. The other dark paladins dodged, but the one who had cursed her kept his place. Arrogance, Mira thought. She pointed at his chest and winked. Lightning shot from her finger, crashing through his chest and out the other side. The blast lifted him into the air before flinging him off the bridge.
“We will not fall!” the bald one shouted, holding an axe in both hands. He prayed for aid from his dark god, and his request was granted. The black fire that surrounded his blade spread to all his flesh, protecting him from Mira’s fire. The girl turned toward him, smiling as if it were a game. She remembered the times she had trained against Flowers, and later on the rest of the Doru’al. Even ten at a time she had won, and those demons were far quicker and stronger.
A wave of her hand and a wall of ice surrounded her. When the bald man shattered it with the hilt of his sword, a great flash of light blinded his eyes. Mira clapped again, and the horribly bright light struck them once more. The others charged, her fire wall dissipated. She twirled, blasting one with a solid ball of water and hitting a second with a chunk of earth she tore from the ground. A third swung his sword at her waist, desperately praying to Karak that it would tear flesh. Instead it passed through empty air, for Mira was no longer there.
She reappeared on the far side of the bridge, waving as if all was friendly between her and men she had just injured. As the dark paladins glared death, they heard the heavy sound of hoof beats. They turned and saw Lathaar and Jerico riding at full speed toward them, and with opponents on both sides, they knew their error.
“Kill the paladins while we can,” the bald one ordered. “Close combat at all times. The girl will not risk hurting her companions.”
The five charged, their weapons high and their shields ready.
“None of you are Krieger,” Mira said, her bright smile fading just a bit. “But I feel better just the same.”
She twirled her hands, opening a portal. She stepped through and appeared in front of the dark paladins. Before they could react, she knelt and punched the bridge. Another wall of ice rose up, blocking Jerico and Lathaar from reaching them.
“Mira!” she heard Lathaar shout from the other side.
I’m fine, she told his mind. Please trust me.
She stood, elegant and powerful. Ice swirled around her hands. She grabbed a man’s throat, and then the ice found a new home. Frost shards exploded outward, piercing his windpipe. As the dark paladin dropped, the bald one stepped in and slammed his shield across her forehead. Mira fell, her vision swimming. She used her arms to roll to one side as an axe struck where she had been.
“Where is Krieger?” she asked them as she let loose a blast of pure white energy from her hands. Her target raised his shield and tried to block, but it just disintegrated the metal, then his armor, and finally blasted a hole in his flesh. His body sailed off the side and into the water. “Where is Krieger?” she repeated to the final three.
“He left us here for you,” the shaved man said. “Said a daughter of the whore would be coming, and here you are.”
“Your name,” she asked.
“Fuck you.”
Mira pressed her palm flat against the bridge and let her magic flow into it. The entire bridge rumbled on its foundations. The shaved man stumbled, and then she cast her second spell. Two cylindrical streams of water rose from either side of the bridge, spinning in the air. One hit his upper body while the other took out his legs. He hit the ground, cracking his head hard on the stone. The remaining two cried out the name of their god and charged, wanting Karak to think them brave and not cowards when they met him in his abyss.
Y ou know any way to get across?” Lathaar asked as the two paladins stood dismounted before the ice wall.
“Your girl has problems,” Jerico said as he pressed his shield against the ice. “You do know that, right?”
“She’s never like this,” he said. “She’s shy, and lonely…what are you doing?”
“Knocking down the wall.”
He shifted his arms and pushed with all his might. The light around his shield flared brighter and brighter. Lathaar stepped back and crossed his arms.
“You’re doing what?”
“Oh you of little faith…” They heard the sound of a thunderclap. “Sounds like your girl got another one.”
He clamped his teeth together and grunted. The muscles in his entire body tightened. The light surrounding his shield grew even brighter. A long crack split the wall. Another joined it, arcing inward from the left corner. Lathaar felt his jaw drop as third crack appeared, spiking from the Jerico’s shield to the lower right corner.
“Not right,” he muttered as Jerico burst through, the ice wall crumbling to pieces around him. Jerico raised his shield above his head as the pieces fell. Several hefty chunks hit atop it, but he weathered them with ease. When the commotion was done the two saw Mira standing over a lone dark paladin. His face and hands were charred red, and his right eye looked like a blackened piece of fruit.
“Where is Krieger?” they heard her ask. Magic swirled around her hands. “Tell me.”
“You think I’ll tell?” he said with a pained laugh. She struck his other eye with a blast of lightning. The man screamed, and his back bent upward in a wicked jerk. He gasped for air as smoke escaped his open mouth.
“Tell me,” she said. “Where is Krieger?”
“Mira, stop it!” Lathaar shouted, sheathing his blades and running to her. He grabbed her wrists and spun her around. Her entire body tensed like a cat before a pounce. Lightning crackled in her eyes, but then she saw him and stopped. Her hands unclenched. The magic left her fingers.
“I’m sorry,” she said as Lathaar let go of her wrists. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her face against his chest. Her tears ran down his armor. “I’m sorry.”
Jerico stood over the dying, blind paladin. He hooked his mace onto his belt, slung his shield over his back, and then hoisted the bald man onto his feet. The man had no strength to resist as Jerico pushed him to the edge of the bridge, where the Rigon river roared beneath them.
“Why do you aid Qurrah?” he asked him. “What has that half-orc offered you?”
“Who is Qurrah?” the dark paladin asked. Jerico narrowed his eyes. All paladins of Ashhur could innately sense a lie, and he knew the man spoke truth. He didn’t know who Qurrah was.
“Karak’s army marches for Veldaren,” he said. “Now give me an honorable death.”
“Sure thing.” He pushed him off the bridge. In his heavy armor, the man sank straight to the bottom.
“Don’t do that again,” Jerico said to Mira. “Revenge is too hard for a heart as soft as yours.”
