Fantasy Novel Snippet

This is straight out of Word. No editing, so it’s very rough but here’s a little taste:

The sunrise was beautiful this time of year. As the yellow orb slowly rose above the mountains, its first light hit the snow and glaciers, causing them to explode into a kaleidoscope of color. From the top of the temple’s spire, MulCahey could see every bit of the color explosion as the sunlight touched the straw roofs of the village as the yellow orb continued to rise.

It would hurt the village to lose their Priest, that much was for certain. However, at this point, there was nothing that could be done about it. Soon they’d arrive and no doubt the Evil One would be with them; in fact, he counted on it. She couldn’t afford to leave this action to underlings. No, she’d have to oversee it herself.

He held no illusions as to what his fate was; today would be the last day of his life and nothing would stop that. And while he couldn’t prevent that from happening, he could control whether or not he told them where Simone and Brady were located. In fact, no matter what they did, he couldn’t allow himself to give the location of the Oracle-that needed to remain a secret if only to keep the Oracle safe.

He looked down at the village below and around him and then sighed. Everything about this situation sucked and there wasn’t a thing that could be done about it. Once the evil one started to move, then it became important for the Princess to be shuffled away and insulated from coming into contact with it.

I give them two more hours, he thought, if they’re quick about it. Otherwise, it’ll be late afternoon.

A rustling below, just outside the village walls caught his attention. Moments later, a man and woman, each riding their own horse, came into view and MulCahey sucked in a deep breath. They were too early! Brady and Simone would only now be reaching the Oracle’s location!

Damn it, he thought, I guess I’ll have to stall for time. Shit.

What made things worse for him was the fact that he knew the two looking up at him. In fact, he’d trained them and taught them everything they knew. Just days ago they had hero worship of him; now they considered him a traitor and an enemy to the crown-whether that crown was achieved legitimately or not.

“You there!” The man shouted. “Don’t try to run!”

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” MulCahey murmured.

As he watched the two enter the village, another group of ten men and women appeared from the woods. In the center was a simply dressed women, her clothes marking her as a mere servant. However, he knew better than believe that because if she were just an attendant, then the Intelligence agents wouldn’t be looking at her every few moments as if expecting orders.

He turned to face the snow-capped mountains and took in their majesty for one last time. The long road of life took it’s many winding roads and side paths as one lived and his was about to hit the dead end. Fortunately, not only was he an agent, but an optimist who believed his soul would live on after he died.

“Come down here,” the woman commanded as the rest of their party entered the village.

“Of course,” MulCahey said, “silly me. Can’t hold up the party.”

The narrow stair was just wide enough for him to use and occasionally his shoulders would brush against the outside wall as he made his way down. Hopefully the next priest wouldn’t be fat, otherwise he’d never make it up the stairs to the top and be able to ring the bell when needed.

Who am I kidding, he thought, I won’t be here to worry about that.

He exited the stairs and the group was waiting for him in the sanctuary. Of course they’d be like the mythical King of the past who’d had his knights kill a Cardinal in the church in order for the King to divorce his wife.

He looked at the woman. “Kimmy,” he said, “I remember training you. What are you doing in this?”

“Be quiet,” she said, “there’s nothing you can say that I care to here.”

“Oh, I don’t doubt that.”

“Mister MulCahey,” a woman said as the men and women parted to allow him to approach. Her blue eyes locked on his. “Enough of this. Where did Simone go?”

“What, no longer concerned with the Princess?”

“The Princess is not my concern,” the woman said. “Now, tell me: where is Simone.”

MulCahey looked at her and then cocked an eyebrow. “Now, why would I do that?”

“If you do, I’ll spare your life.”

MulCahey laughed. “You kidding me? We both know that’s a lie. All you want me to do is to be a traitor and then you kill me.”

“I told you I’d spare your life.”

“And I know you’re lying,” he said, “how about that?”

“Your loyalty is to your friends is touching but a waste of time,” she said. “You will tell me where they went.”

“Well, to be honest, I don’t know where they went.”

“Don’t insult my intelligence, MulCahey,” the woman said, her blue eyes turning black.

“What’s wrong?” MulCahey asked. “Losing control of yourself, Dark One?”

“Tell me where they went!” The woman’s voice started to deepen as she spoke.

“All of you, look at her! See who you’re following? See who’s pulling Leighton’s strings?”

“Enough!” The woman swung her hand, striking MulCahey with a backhand, sending him crashing to the floor. “I want know where they went!”

“I’m not going to tell you.”

Electricity crackled along the woman’s fingertips for several seconds as MulCahey narrowed his eye. So, the moment of torture was at hand. Not surprising in the least since the Dark One still hadn’t enough strength to do worse to a person yet-thank God for that. However, her power was growing and at this rate, it would only take a couple weeks before she reached her full strength.

Energy arced across the air, striking him in the chest, and pain exploded in his senses. It ramped up rapidly from mild to excruciating and he wanted to scream, oh how he wanted to scream, but he wouldn’t give her the ability to feed off his pain. Instead he gritted his teeth and refused to show pain.

“My patience is running thin. Where is she?” She asked.

“Sorry, my dear, but you’re old enough for your wants not to hurt you.”

Thank God he’d gotten Brady and Simone out of there when he did because the Dark One’s power had increased to a level that he’d never foreseen. However, it was no longer his problem; it would be up to the others to stop her and he hoped they did or the world as they knew it would fall into eternal darkness.

An invisible hand grasped his throat and then started to squeeze. “Where is she?”

The grip slackened enough to allow him to speak. “No.”

“Then I’ll take your soul,” she said before reaching down and jabbing a fist into MulCahey’s stomach.

She pulled it out of MulCahey and held a nearly invisible image of the priest in her hand. The image screamed soundlessly as she used her hand to push the man’s soul into her body and then closed her eyes for a moment.

“That’s better,” she said before smirking, “they’ve gone to see the Oracle…”

“The Oracle?” One of the men with her said.

“Is a person who meddles into my business,” she said, “Get on your horses, we’re leaving.”

“What do we tell the King?”

“That fool?” The Dark One snorted. “Tell him we’re in pursuit of the Princess. Not one word about what I did here. I’ll be watching. You open your mouth about me and you’ll die on the spot.”

“I…undestand…”

“Good. We’re leaving.”

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