The Fallen Guardian (The Guardian Chronicles 2) Read Online Free

quite enough of this talk and decided to act. Had he put more thought
into his actions, he probably would have done things differently, but his close
proximity to five giants blinded his mind to any other option. He conjured up a
staff out of thin air and pointed it dramatically at the bonfire, and the flames
turned a purple color right before it exploded into the unsuspecting brutes.
The giants were unaffected by this attack and were on their feet in a blink of
an eye. They are much more agile than I would have thought possible. This
split-second of thought by Lord Aellenas cost him dearly. As he stood there in
temporary shock, he was hit with a rock the size of his head. He tried to dodge
the projectile, but it caught him in the right shoulder. He went flying
backwards some twenty feet before landing on the rocky field and skidding to a
halt. Dükker realized that he was not going to be able to regain his feet
before they were on him, so he summoned his staff to his left hand and put up
an energy field that deflected several rocks that had been thrown at him.
    As
Dükker stood up straight, he felt sharp pains throughout his entire body. The
rock had shattered several bones and would require extensive healing for a
normal person. This warlock was no ordinary creature, so he pointed the staff’s
tip, which had a purple crystal placed at the top of the staff, and his shoulder
glowed purple like the fire.  Several trees in the distance wilted as though
their life force had been drained.  His wound seemed to mend itself, and he
moved his whole arm to make sure that he had all of his functionality back.
After making sure he was completely healed, he turned his fiery gaze on his
attackers. He removed the protective shield quickly and sent black smoke from
the end of his staff at the five giants. The vapor obscured their faces for a
few moments, and then it was gone. The massive brutes stood there coughing and
gagging as if they had been poisoned or were being choked. After a few more
minutes, they had stopped their struggle with the invisible attacker and turned
their attention toward the elven warlock.
    “You
are one of those evil elves!” bellowed one of the giants.
    “You
will die little one!” yelled another.
    “I
am afraid that I cannot allow that to happen,” Dükker said with an evil grin.
    “What
do you––” began one of the giants. They all went silent, and they began to look
at one another.
    They
did not notice Dükker muttering something under his breath while they stood
looking at one another. His speech was so low that it was rather difficult to
tell what he was saying. It had a rhythm like a chant or incantation. As he
continued to mumble to himself, the giants’ countenance fell, and they began
ripping each other to shreds. The giant who had done most of the talking
survived the sudden attack from his companions by knocking off their heads with
his massive club. He turned his attention to Lord Dükker and started making
threatening movements toward him.
    “I
do not know how you did that, but you will pay for it with your own blood!” the
giant raged. He swung down his club just as Dükker threw up his protective
shield. The giant’s blow was deflected, but the warlock was sent reeling from
the effort of keeping the magic shield up.
    “You
are a powerful brute for sure, but I am much stronger than you,” replied the
warlock savagely.
    Fire
burst from the end of his staff and sent the giant flying through the air. He
landed some fifty feet away and was on his feet within seconds of landing. He
came bounding back at the wizard with a look of pure loathing in his eyes. As
his attacker approached, Dükker had decided to try a different tactic. He
summoned a bow and arrow into his hands out of thin air. The arrow was dripping
with some kind of poison as he let it fly. The arrow flew with great speed and
struck the brute right between the eyes and imbedded itself in his skull. The
only part of the arrow