Welcome to another Flash Fiction Friday post. I said last week's story was the first part of a much larger story. This week, I couldn't leave Kundit, Sendar, and Tanas alone, so I wrote part two of the story.
If you missed last week, I suggest you read it first - here.
On Monday, I'll talk more about painting and other generic thoughts. I have three books on deck to review, and I plan to review all three in consecutive weeks starting two Mondays from now. I'll talk more about that next week.
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Voices In The Dark
Kundit's prey was close. The dwarf wizard tracked the fleeing human to a series of old tunnels.
Instead of heading toward the surface world, as expected, the cunning illusionist delved deeper into the mountain. Kundit spent a significant number of coins on scrying rituals to track Tanas down.
Kundit's spells led him below the city of Faubersil. He recognized the dwarf carved halls. Decades earlier, he dwarves driven mad by an ancient, evil dragon in these very tunnels.
“You shouldn't have come.”
The voice echoed from the tunnels ahead of the dwarf.
“I don't want to hurt you,” the voice whispered, this time directly behind Kundit. He spun around and drew his wand from his belt.
“Like you hurt my brother?” the dwarf said into the hall. He turned back around and crept deeper into the old tunnels.
“I gave him what he wanted!” The voice grew in pitch and echoed all around. “He gets to be with his beloved, dead wife, forever.”
Kundit forced himself to ignore the illusionist and continue his search.
“You need to stop.” Kundit recognized desperation in the voice. “You can't find us. He'll make me kill you.”
The dwarf tried to hide his surprise at the mention of another, but he stutter-stepped and stumbled.
“Tricks won't save you this time, Tanas.” Kundit straightened up and pressed on through the winding corridor. His wand glowed then faded as he cast a spell to see through Tanas' illusions.
“Leave,” the voice whispered from behind.
“Me,” from up ahead.
“Alone!” Tanas' yell echoed all around Kundit.
“You're coming back with me, Tanas.” Kundit steadied himself, trying to sound calm. “I need your help to cure Sendar.”
Kundit could sense the mad mage was close. The illusionist's ventriloquist trick grew more erratic the further in Kundit moved. He had Tanas cornered.
Kundit wanted to hurt his brother's tormenter, but he knew only Tanas could lift the curse that left Sendar in a permanent hallucination.
“Don't make me kill him!” The yell echoed from further ahead, no longer a magical trick. Kundit held his wand out, ready to counter anything Tanas cast.
“You don't have to kill anyone.”
The dwarf came to a corner and peaked around. Tanas stood in the middle of a large empty room, probably the abandoned entry of an old dwarven keep.
“Don't come any closer!” Tanas pointed a small wand toward Kundit with one shaking hand. In the other, he held a sword up and back near his head. “Don't make me kill him.”
Kundit barely heard the last sentence as Tanas mumbled to himself. The dwarf stepped out from cover, wand up.
“You're not going to kill anyone Tanas.” He walked toward the distracted human. “Come back with me and we can save Sendar. He doesn't have to die.”
Tanas looked up, eyes wide. Sweat ran down his face. His hands trembled, and his head twitched as if he tried to hear something.
“I won't kill him!” he cried as he plunged his red-hued blade into his own chest.
“No!” Kundit rushed to the dying human.
As the dwarf approached, Tanas lay in a growing pool of blood. Kundit sobbed, realizing the one who could save his brother was dead.
Then, Kundit noticed the sword.
He recognized the pommel of the weapon, formed from the same purple dragon's scale his brother stole.
He pulled the magnificent blade from the dead man's body and held it up, not noticing that no blood stuck to the reddish-silver metal.
The sword was the key. Kundit understood the sword held the secrets to solving all his problems.