Titanian Chronicles

Afeclin walked nervously to the entry of the cottage. He held his breath as he passed over the threshold. A little cradle was the only piece of furniture left in the building. Afeclin touched the cradle delicately with one finger. All of a sudden he fell backward onto the floor as an image of the fire burst into his mind…. He had seen a horrified face that screamed amongst red hot flames.

The Diamaar Druid held up his clenched hand, his long slender fingers clasping something small and solid. As he began to chant a ball of fire struck his throat, burning his face and igniting his robes. His body was enveloped in a torrent of flames.

Lenna let the air escape her lungs. As soon as she had made a noise she heard one that did not come from her. It was a hissing sound that spilled out in a rush and was followed by a heaving nasal breath. A red-hot flame appeared as if from nowhere and lit up a small post and the immediate area beyond. Lenna kept her eyes on the lighted space around the post, waiting, watching for signs of movement. At this moment the darkness in which she sat was her friend, hiding her from whatever lay beyond.