The mage lifted through the water. His long hair draping his face and over his shoulders as his watery frame lifted from the water.
Brown and clear water rolled down over him, completely outlining his shimmering frame. He swung his arms and created a strange whirlwind which created a dust storm around us, sweeping up between the Feral Fey and me.
I saw my chance to escape them.
“Come to me, Spark. I will tend you, keep you! Come to me!” He pleaded. Reaching out toward me.
I just barely ducked his reach. “Orin, no!”
I dodged another hand trying to grasp me as I fled from his reach.
“Come back, Spark. I’ve missed you…” I knew that haunting note in his voice. Knew that he was every bit as bad as the King Eternus.
Except I have been in Orin’s dungeon. His plaything for nearly a fort
