Far Horizons: Tales of Sci-Fi, Fantasy and Horror. Issue #14 May 2015 | Page 64

His words cut Selina deepest and tears quickly formed
in her eyes. “Damn you, Davaldion, I will see you die
for this!” Damitri roared his anger, blocking out the
pain that ran through his body as he strained against
his chains.
“Be quiet, half breed,” came Davaldion’s response as
he punched Damitri, knocking him back against the
wall. “You are alive at my bidding and I would be
mindful of that fact.”

floor. Davaldion felt the darkness around him, the void
of the abyss opening below him as his master called
another of its agents home. “And so it’s oblivion,” he
thought as the blackness engulfed him. Just as the last
of the light had left his vision, a single star of light
appeared and with that, the darkness that had invaded
the soul of Davaldion was gone.
Selina found herself very much alive when she regained consciousness. “Welcome back,” Damitri
quipped.

“Which brings me to you.” The cold stare of Davaldion fell upon the trembling girl that sat chained to the
wall. “You are an agent of superstition and, if I may
say so, a needless waste of my time.” He suddenly
flew at her, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her
from the ground. “Tell me girl, why is it that powers
greater than myself fear you?”

“What happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” she sobbed.

“No, you just didn’t know you could use magic,”
Damitri sighed. “The fact you have this power is the
reason I was given to you as a guardian and why we
were heading to see Vermillion.” He shuffled against
his chains: “If anything, the fact you are able to manifest anything is a good sign that we may be able to get
out of here. I’m just hoping the spectacle you made of
Davaldion will buy us enough time to come up with
something.”

“Tell me!” he shouted at her, “what power do you
have over them?” his grip tightening.
The world darkened for Selina, but as she was about
to give up she felt warmth within herself; a glow of
hope that seemed to spread across her whole body, a
warmth that settled within a single tear that ran down
her cheek and landed on Davaldion’s wrist.
Davaldion felt the magic immediately as a white fire
burst from his hand, causing him to drop the girl to
the ground. The burning pain from the flames intensified as they spread across his body making him cry
out in anguish. “What did you do to me, you bitch!”
he yelled at her, but Selina was unconscious on the
ground. His mind was on fire and he staggered out of
the chamber into the tunnels beyond.
Damitri looked at Selina still figure and upon seeing
her draw breath he relaxed, “So you have finally awoken, morning star,” He mused to himself.
Deep below his prison a lone figure staggered the
corridors; agony wracking his body as he fell into
an empty chamber where his body collapsed to the

“I don’t know exactly what you did, only that you protected yourself,” came Damitri’s solemn reply.
“But that’s impossible, I don’t know magic.” she said,
a defiant tone in her voice.

Davaldion’s body awoke suddenly as he took his first
breath in what appeared to have been an age. The
realisation of what had come to pass fell upon him: the
deaths he had dealt and innocents that he had corrupted. He wished it was only an age-old nightmare
from which he had awoken but he knew it was true. A
throbbing in his hand drew his attention to a burn scar;
within it, a small crystal sat embedded in his hand and
as he pulled it free, he remembered the white star and
the words it had told him. “The girl,” he whispered