gramarye1971: a lone figure in silhouette against a blaze of white light (servant of the Light)
gramarye1971 ([personal profile] gramarye1971) wrote in [personal profile] white_flowers 2006-06-15 05:06 am (UTC)

He can feel Will's magic working behind him. The golden shield is secure on his arm, strapped tightly into place.

Almost everything in is place -- almost.

("Don't be afraid to ask for what you paid for.")

Over a year ago, he had done a favour, and received the promise of a favour in return. And now it is time to call that favour in.

(fire to burn away the Dark)

Into the face of the Dark's maddening storm, he speaks a word of the Old Speech -- a name, one that makes the air shiver with barely-contained power as he says it. He repeats the name, louder this time, and just as a dull ache starts to settle in his temples he calls the name for a third and final time.

And braces himself as best he can for what he knows is coming.

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