'Master.'
'You have done well,' he spoke with a distinct voice, and hints of various accents, 'and now we gather the dogs of war.'
'Yes master,' she was pleased that he had recognised her deeds, 'tell me where they are to be found, and I will find them.'
'I will,' he walked through the halls of the conquered monastery with a fluidity that gave the impression that he was floating, 'but we will wait.'
'Master?'
'In three days it will be a full moon, it will be easier to find them then, for that is when their auras are strongest.'
'I understand,' she said, a new thought now occured to her, 'what are we to do while we wait?'
He stopped.
They had reached the room he had been searching for.
'There is much to do,' he rolled up the sleeves of his white cloak, 'in the mean time, there are many physical and metaphorical barriers to be overcome.'
The door was not unlike any other there, it served to be hidden, to keep what was inside from those that sought to attempt to use it.
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As The Snow Falls
Science FictionWhen a prophecy that foretells the return of a great evil, the death of the seven masters that guard the ultimate weapon, and the rise of a dangerous warrior enemy comes true, it falls to the seven in training to wield the Power that courses through...
