Dark Wings Fly Highest - 9Darkness.
Water on his skin.
The nearby rush of an icy river.
Aches blinked, and felt his limp ears slowly rise again. Cold water trickled down his bristly helmet and armour, dripped from his cheek spikes and chin. Then it all came back to him.
The cloaked shade was before him, scythe by his side. Pale eyes glowed from his sallow face.
“Why…?” The Mistress was nowhere in sight. Who’d brought him back?
“The ascender collected enough life force in his arena to last the Well for the next few years, even though the Hives will receive the bigger part of the supply.” Mortis gripped his scythe in his other hand. “Still, there is enough for new life and the dead. Enough for you. More than you brought.”
Aches growled. “Ascender?!”
“He grows.” The resurrecter turned away. “He grows with the horde. He is not as strong as you, though, and perhaps never will be.”
The brown Minion’s claws opened and clos
Dark Wings Fly Highest - 8Part 3: Sand
The most wonderful thermals Jinx had ever known carried her straight towards the setting sun. Dark brown wings lifted her over rust-red mountains and deep valleys, cut through by an azure river – thank the gods of Ruboria, thank Kemetis, not cyan – and fringed by slightly luminous vegetation. She could almost believe she saw the mutated trees losing their glow…
“It happened so fast,” she spoke. “I hadn’t thought…”
“Well, the storm came in very fast when we stole the crystal away from Tolindi, too,” Drip remarked behind her. “And the artifact is so much stronger now. Darkness is far stronger than light.”
“Let nobody forget it,” she grinned.
“Nobody will, Mistress,” Gnarl replied, his voice almost mellifluous all of a sudden. “Not now. The Kemetis carries our dark magic through all of Ruboria like lifeblood, everyone will know they owe you their lives, an
Dark Wings Fly Highest - 6“Solve already, fluffy?”
Kniff looked up at the ledge above him, where Giblet’s anvil gleamed in the torchlight. The forge master had stopped hammering out his current work to lean over it and peer down at him.
The younger Minion frowned. “Solve what?”
Giblet grinned. “Jinx and Stripe.”
Kniff’s eyes lit up. He’d rather lost track of the question for the past few days, being busy with his own affairs. The question most pressing to him now was the matter of how to best train his youngsters, especially now they were being born in such great amounts… but he thought he had a new plan that might just work. It’d been Rascal’s headgear to get him thinking, the hat even fluffier than his own; the seal head. He just needed the help of a Minion he’d find here in the forge.
His ears slightly swivelled back. “Forgot for bit, sorry.” He looked around. “Where Grubby?”
Giblet gestured with a claw and
Dark Wings Fly Highest - 7With more energy than she’d had in days, and staring up with wide eyes, Jinx neared her final destination. Spread wings lifted her up along a series of radiant, viscous cyan waterfalls, sharply contrasted against inky, cracked and tormented rock… and then out and over all of it.
Drip held his breath behind her. “The source.”
Zephyros floated high above the world. Below him everything fell away in almost absolute darkness, and ahead a ring of jagged mountains, miles in diameter, loomed up in an omnipresent blue glow. The inside of that ring was completely taken up by a shining lake, its light illuminating the mountainsides and beaming up at the black clouds. A veil-like aurora rolled along the sky, then a faraway, silent flash of lightning joined it.
Jinx couldn’t speak. It was so much more than she’d expected.
The mythical source of the Kemetis wasn’t just a lake. There was a city in the middle of it all, spread across a number of huge islands,