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Chapter 4

 

They went to the edge of the forest at midday. The Unicorn that had healed Rebecca earlier was there with two of his friends. He told them that his name was Silvat, and that the female Unicorn to his right was his life-mate Gilara, and the male to his left was their son, Girakal. They were prepared to speed them away to Dragon Isle – they were not afraid of the ancient creatures. No creature, no matter how terrible, would dare to harm a Unicorn – to do so is to damn oneself for eternity. Silvat came forward and knelt before Rebecca. “I will bear the White Lady,” he said.

 

“White Lady?” Rebecca asked, looking at him curiously.

 

“Your soul is so pure that it is snow-white,” he said. “Now come, climb upon my back and relax.”

 

Rebecca stepped up to him and stroked his side, a small smile spreading across her lips. “You’re beautiful,” she said softly, and got on his back. Silvat said nothing and merely waited for Gilara and Girakal. When all three riders were mounted, the Unicorns vanished in a blur of speed.

 

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“Let me out of here!!” Mary screamed and slammed her hands against the iron bars of her cage. The cage was suspended 10 feet in the air. From what Mary could see in the light of the torches, she could see that she was in a massive chamber – with a smaller, but still huge, black dragon that was currently occupying half of the room as if lay curled up in sleep.

 

“You really don’t want to wake Dythragor up,” came a sinister voice from the shadows. “We wouldn’t want such a sweet young thing to be eaten, now do we?”

 

A tall man wrapped in a black cloak walked out from the shadows. His scarred face told people that he had seen many battles, and his one good eye was deep purple – his right eye was covered with a black patch. His hair – even though he could not have been more than 30 years old – was a light grey and fell wildly around his shoulders. He leered at her.

 

“Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll let you go as soon as your brother brings me that staff. I don’t want to kill any of you…yet. I want to play with you for a while longer.”

 

Mary glared at him, not the least bit scared. Why should she be? He was a coward who had sneaked into her house in the night and killed her father in his mad hunt for the Staff of Galachar. No, she wasn’t afraid of him. She hated him, and had sworn to kill him, even if it meant sacrificing herself in the process.

 

“We’ll beat you and your pet dragon,” she said, her glare intensifying. “Rebecca will come with my brother. She killed the False One by herself. Do you really think that you stand a chance against her?”

 

He laughed, a terrible, soul-wrenching sound. “The queen? They won’t let her out of the castle. Samuel won’t stand a chance against me.”

 

“Oh? They won’t let me out? Then what am I doing here?”

 

Gyralock twisted around and turned to face Rebecca, Samuel and Alex. All three of them looked angry, and all three of them had their weapons drawn.

 

“Let my sister go, you bastard!!” Samuel took a step forward, the Edana raised. “I swear I’ll kill you if you’ve touched her.”

 

Gyralock smirked. “I have no interested in physical pleasure. Indeed, I’ve grown past such meaningless pursuits.”

 

He threw his cloak aside, revealing that he was made of nothing but darkness – an endless abyss existed where his body should have been, sucking in light, sound and life. Rebecca stepped back in horror as she realized what he was.

 

“Shadow Wraith!”

 

He smirked again. “So you’ve learned a few things,” he said. “Good. Then you know that weapons are useless against me. And since humans cannot use magic…”

 

The flame spear that shot out from Rebecca’s upraised palm and impaled him cut him off. His eyes widened, but he couldn’t utter a word because six more spears shot out from an enraged Rebecca and impaled him.

 

“How…?” was all he could say before dissipating in true death.

 

“Never underestimate a human.” Rebecca looked up and raised her palm, concentrating for a second before teleporting Mary to the ground in front of them. “You OK?”

 

“I’m fine,” Mary said. “Although we should get out of here before the dragon wakes up.”

 

Rebecca glanced at the still sleeping dragon and nodded. “Let’s get out of here.”

 

They simply walked out to the Unicorns, and Mary gasped. “They’re beautiful!” she said. “Are they really Unicorns?”

 

“We are,” Silvat said. “You should be thankful that you have such a good friend.”

 

“I am,” Mary said. She felt uneasy, killing Gyralock had been too easy, and there was still the dragon to deal with if he was gone. She didn’t voice her feelings, though. She just got up behind Samuel and gasped as the Unicorns sped off.