The Rider
The Never Ending Quest - Episode 45637
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Astra Transtrygia's grip on Belboz's neck was so tight that even the
strength of her analog
and the others who had stepped in could barely move her fingers. Her face
was contorted
with rage, her mouth was wide-open as if in mid-scream but she was mute as
always. She
tried to struggle out of the grip of her assailants, but couldn't bring
herself to let Belboz
loose. In the end, her fingers were forced away. She fell to the ground,
exhausted.
Lord Frederigo was shocked. Although he hadn't known Astra for very long, she had seemed to be a good person. Belboz had said that her grip on sanity was dubious [27312], but Fred had had no idea that she could be capable of something like that. He couldn't trust anyone, it seemed. Then again, could he trust Belboz? He was, after all, a necromancer. What if he had in fact been the one who had rendered Astra mute? Why did she hate him so much? Had he harmed her somehow with his vile magicks--or done something even worse? It seemed clear to Frederigo that at least one of the two allies he'd thought he could trust was evil and dangerous. At least he was fairly sure he could still trust Checkers. Astra 9 Cistrygia had laid out her sister's body on the ground, making sure that she was in good health. She walked over to Jenny, who was attending to Belboz. "How is he?" she asked. "I don't know," said Jenny. "His pulse is almost gone. He doesn't seem to be breathing. I could try a healing spell, but I was reluctant to try one on Checkers until I had a better sense of what's happening to magic here, for fear I might harm her. I don't know if it would work..." "Try anyway," said Astra 9 uneasily. The figure sat upon a steed as it snorted. The figure was that of a man, an older man yet full of vigour, one who wore a wide-brimmed conical hat and a cloak the color of the earth. He had watched the contest that was taking place, he had watched the first stirrings of war many worlds over. They had not seen him, so it was ordained. He would watch, he would pull a little here, push a little there; it was his way. Now was one of the times that it was needful for him to act. He was reluctant to use the power within him, but it would not require much to ensure that Belboz lived. He spoke a word of power, quietly and weakly, knowning that none would notice him save the one who was meant to. There was a flash of thunder outside the caves, and the Rider was gone.
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