The Spell of Binding (Part One) Read Online Free Page A

appeared long ago in the struggle for life, along with all the other creatures ; vampires, ghouls, dragons, werewolves, trolls, humans, dwarves and elves just to name a very few. But the humans saw themselves to high and mighty to share the same space as the lower animals –as they referred to them. The humans had become powerful in magic, hearing the Voice loud and clear. The other inhabitants of their world were too busy fighting each other to notice the humans gathering together –whispering and scheming. Too busy to notice the humans banding together until it was too late. The humans called upon all their joint magical talents, and wiped all the others away in one mighty s pell – the Spell of Binding.
    Over time these others became nothing but fantasy and stories. But they had been poised, always waiting for a chance to get back through, and take their anger out on the ancestors of those that imprisoned them. And now they had a leader to help them achieve just that.
    “They know its location, and before long we will once again be crawling on our bellies in a prison of their making.” He roused himself from his huge throne, pull ing his immense powerful body from the seat. His wings unfolded . He stretched them wide , releasing pent up tension. His tail flick ed from side to side. His c law ed feet gripped the ground as his eleven foot of height strolled around the throne while thinking. It looked as if his whole body was just one huge bunched up red muscle.
    “They will obviously have to send a party after it ; someone to verify its location.” One hand stroked a curled horn on his head, a habit he picked up while thinking.
    Everyone in the vast , cavernous chamber waited. No one would interrupt him while he was thinking –none had the nerve t o. They had seen what happened to the last creature t hat interrupt his musing; some even had to clean it up.
    “This is what we shall do.” He retook his seat, his wings tucking in behind him, his red pointed tail flicking casually over the thick black obsidian stone , caved armrest.
    “My commanders,” as he said this a large group –one of each species –walked, crawled, slithered and flapped to place themselves before him. It was a gruesome sight, one born of nightmares. Each of the respective Houses bowed (if they cou ld) .
    “Each of you will rally your armies , call them fourth from their dwellings and hiding places. Each will watch and surround a location I will give you forthwith. The time is now brothers, we also have a prophecy such as their own, but in this one we are the ones to come out on top. We will control this world that was almost destroyed in ages past. We will find the Stone of Power before them and use its power on them.” This was met with an uproar, screaming, screeching, howling, and banging of all manner of different types of hands, feet, coils and appendages.
    “Prophecy… you say? What prophecy?” asked a sharp crisp voice from the back of the crowd. Those around the voice moved away, letting the figure have space to ‘breathe’.
    “THE PROPHECY I HAVE JUST ANNOUNCED!” shouted a thunderous roar from the throne. Vorr’s breathing lowered danger ously. Droplets of anger spread across his high domed forehead, and dripped from his protruding , twisted black horns –horns that looked like monstrous ram horns that curled around each side of his bold crimson head. His c lawed hands clench ed and unclench ed on the grotesquely carved black stone throne s armrests –a chair that was sculptured in the image of naked humans twisting and convulsing in what appears to be excruciating pain.
    “Fine, fine, just clearing that up. So now you’re a prophet as well? Just checking, thought I heard wrong. All cleared up now thank you.” The talking figure stood in a long black cloak that was tightly wrapped around itself, in a now empty and expanding space.
    In one movement Vorr flung himself from his throne, which wobbled dangerous backwards,