The laps smashed gates, lay strewn across the causeway. Many of the buildings along the main route into the city lay smashed and blackened by the dragons fire. A miracle had happened, the beast had left, the Lap had been saved.
Ledats troops were heroes, the solars had done what was asked of them. One had nearly paid the price with his own life, Lord Typhon had been blasted by the beast and had barely survived but only with the ministrations of a strange healer. Shadrach and the wanderer in white had been badly injured, but had survived and fought on. But the victory went to the glory of Cathak Ledat and his loyal men.
Soon troops would arrive to protect the city and the Anathema would leave, the people could breathe a sigh of relief.
The wanderer in white sat in the remains of a small stone pavillion, his familliars alongside him. An old man approached him. Turning to him the wanderer smiled, but the old man looked at him with barely concealed hate.
“You are not welcome here anymore Anathema, our dragon blooded protectors will be here and you will run!”
The wanderer was shocked at his intensity, and hate!
I understand old man, I will be here again when the time comes, when you are threatened, I asked nothing this time and will ask nothing next time.
The old man spits on the floor, and walks away. A small group had watched, the wanderer was aware of them the old man was not. Smiling the wanderer rises bows to the back of the old man, looks like we have overstayed our welcome my friends.
He kept his emotions behind the stone wall of his will, he would turn that pain into a worthy weapon.The Autochon had a lot to teach them, and he would be a fast learner! Looking up to the sun, he mutterred a prayer to the unconquered sun. Forgive me father for using Varin so, must I use him in this war so, or would you that I free him from his bonds? I do not know how I can release him from the blade, but if it is your will I will strive to free him. let me know your will on this and I will do as you ask.”