Landsbyen -Into the North- An Epic Poem 22
Erlenkönig waited to see the owner of the footsteps he heard from the corridor across the hall and to his left. Very cautiously one of the Iberians peeked into the courtyard. It took but an instant for Erlenkönig to wrap him in a magical net and attach him to the stone wall. One down, four to go he thought to himself. He heard a rustling in the corridor straight in front of him and a voice in no uncertain terms yell,
“Wait!”
It was Reginn's voice. He yelled loud enough for his group of elves
to hear him in the other hallways.
“Erlenkönig, there is no reason for us to carry this any farther. The elves
and the humans you so love have decided that it is wrong to mix our blood.
All you must do to stop this is to give up. Your little band can go no farther.
Even you cannot stand against four of us. I promise no harm will come to your bride. She will be released back to her clan in Erin. I promise this now,
but if you do not give up I can not assure you of her safety.”
The Kings senses were alert to everything going on around him.
He caught sight of movement from the same hall as before and he reached out with his magic ensnaring another of Reginn's cohorts again pasting him to the wall in a magical net. He felt Reginn unsuccessfully try to free them.
Then the magic of the three remaining elves let loose at Erlenkönig with the full force of their power. He was pushed back deeper into his corridor and with only moments to spare he realized that Reginn had been stalling while three more of his elves had positioned themselves in the hall behind him.
In an instant he threw up a barrier between himself and the dark elves,
but his strength was waning with each attack they made. He managed to
break through their defenses long enough to throw one of them against a wall
and put him out of commission. Down to five again he chuckled to himself.
Reginn now became so bold as to enter the yard. Erlenkönig could have easily destroyed him at that instant but was unsure if this would put an end to the battle. Some of the elves with which Reginn had surrounded himself were as ambitious as he and might continue to fight with the intent of becoming King themselves. He had but one more chance at ending this in their favor and it would take every ounce of strength that he had left.
Bréagán continued to share his magic with Obrynith and Gwaldon and it seemed to be helping. He could feel the three dark wizards' power draining.
He didn't think they could last much longer if only he could help
sustain Obrynith and Gwaldon and he wouldn't even have to embarrass
himself by actually using his own magic.
Then somewhere in his mind he felt the King's touch gentle but urgent.
“I need you.”
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2021
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