
"It is me, Bryony." Following the last of her convulsions, the young woman blinked several times as confusion swept across her countenance. She knew not where she was, nor how she had gotten there. Yet when I had returned to kneel down beside her, relief washed over her insomuch that she turned and laid her head against my chest.
I had used one of the most forbidden and dangerous spells of all, cast by rote memory from the Necronomicon itself to bind the great beast, Leviathan. Who now lays imprisoned within a newly decapitated corpse.
By now, Shadow and Bryony's companion.. a curious woman named Lara, were urging us to hurry and go. Somewhere. Each offered their own domicile as a refuge. And yet.. I know we cannot leave. Not just yet.
"Is it over? Did I slay the Briar King?" Bryony asked, glancing about to the others before her blue eyes returned again to me.
It is not my desire to send the girl back into the pit of hell where her own trouble awaits. But I must. For there is no other way for her to break that spell under which she has become enslaved. I am even reluctant to touch or hold her.. for I know in my heart already..
Bryony de Rose will die.
Labels: Bryony, Bryony de Rose, Druid, Necromancer, Storyteller's Triquetra, The Triquetra, Triquetra, Vale, Vale of the Enclave, Warlock, Warrick, Warrick Erebus
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