The Pass by Zion Kistler (books to read romance TXT) 📖

do what likewise has been explained of the Kagra in similar cases. The spirits inside of the Bonds will attack the basic target if commanded to, but if not, it will continue to take the energy from all things around it, most likely, except for in some rare cases, the source of Essacar. If it feeds on the energy of the Kraug than it will form a Kagra spirit. Treaf grimaced, realizing something. If I have the circles of the Kagra and the other Ten Death Bonds inscribed on my armor than all that must be done is to give the chosen one a single touch…he set his mind that tomorrow he would find the blacksmith of the city and have him get some work done. But there was yet one problem. Where the hell am I supposed ta obtain the circle of each damned curse? Thus, the problem would have to be solved with much thought.
After a few more minutes of further reading on the Jernon Treaf found that he was determined to find the answer to his problem. Quickly switching through the pages, he saw many different diagrams, explanatory, and other things, but not once did he come across the diagram of the Ten Death Bonds, each set in its own category. Damnit—maybe there’s a li’l more on the back side o’ the paper…what do ya know, there wasn’t one. Damnit! Maybe—Treaf’s ears sprang to action in a heart beat. He heard so quietly the sound of near footsteps that he jumped off of his bead and stuffed the paper in his front pocket….that was close. Mildo at the lead entered first, and then the others came in, and when Mildo stopped suddenly they all set to smashing into him and cursing. Turned out Mildo had had a sudden need to feel queasy from all the ale…
It took only a few minutes to mop up the good-sized pile of puke. Treaf had not been involved in it,( “Damn you’s Mildo I swear I’ll rip yer head off—pukin in this room, my god…”) and Mildo had then suddenly plopped right down on someone’s bed, and set to drowsing.
As Treaf put his hands behind his head he looked at the sealing as if it was a book of interesting things that for some reason found his appeal at that moment. And he was really annoyed when there was a long debate on the best way to turn the light off, ’cuz the pull-string was broken, and Tread had said to bash it with a hammer, but the others contemplated over it….till: “My god I’ll bash it in with a hammer!” And there was a mighty crunch and then tinkle and then black.
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The morning was peaceful…ever so peaceful, and Treaf could scarcely feel a smile on his lips as he thought of non-war time things, till…. What the hell is that noise? He turned his head ever so slightly. What do ya know, Mildo was moanin and groanin. He said his head hurt, and that oh! Yes he would surely die, but then Treaf heard some foot steps and up comes Sloyd with a nasty snarl on his face. He was carrying a bucket of water. Well, right on my good man! And then he neared Mildo’s bed, and Mildo saw him at the last second, but to Treaf’s greatest pleasure it was already too late, and in a mass of water his head was submerged. There was then some kind of gurgling and choking, and that quieted some of the moaning for a second. It almost had seemed to help Mildo out a bit too…
Idiot, getting his arse drunk, Treaf thought with a snarl, buckling his large belt. On to this he strapped on his sword, and then the gauntlets and bracers followed. The pauldrons were last. Not waiting in the slightest for someone to urge him on he started stomping down then flight right off. He could smell the usual food, and to his surprise, (or not quite, due to his assumptions last night,) he felt the undying need to stuff his gut this time around. God bless those cooks, haha… he thought as he walked over to a table and slid into one of the chairs. The others were soon to follow, and he could see Mildo and Malock somewhere mingled in the small crowd that he reminded himself was their army.
Soon the food arrived and Treaf ate it and then he went outside after a moment of drinking his coffee. Black. Bunch of grinds that he swallowed even though they tasted like large pieces if dirt.

He walked to the doors and thrust them open. Sniffing the breeze sharply, he drew a lot of cold air in too quickly and this made his nose boil up with snot and he thought, I keep forgetting it’s so cold. Like that was something to forget, anyways.
There formed a right crowd before Treaf had even set to buttoning his cloak, which he had not done till now. Hmmmmmmm. I wonder if the Blacksmith is open right now? Yes, he had remembered that he was undergoing ‘training’ and that he better not be there late, but he reminded himself also that he had his rights and they had to do with his study anyway. But with a sinking feeling in his heart he remembered that he did not even have the circles on a piece of paper. And it was not right likely that he would be going to the library anytime soon.
But then a thought came to him. Just what if the Elder has a set of ’em? “Har har…” Treaf said quietly to himself as people walked past. There might be some ’ope left after all.
However, before long Treaf saw that in the crowd there was a change, and that suddenly before his eyes he saw the Second Society walking past. But he had not seen a sign of Noedar, so he decided to do something. Well, if they ain’t gonna show up in front o’ me then I’ll go ta them, if that’s what they want. So he braced himself and headed out into the cold streets.

The dark alley was before him now, and he had seen it very easily, since it was so dark compared to the rest of the city. It was also pretty long, so he could see the light at the other end as a sort of large crack..
He noticed for the first time some boxes that had been stored on the side of the alley wall, and he had thought what a nuisance they were when he tripped on one of them and hit his arm on the wall. What was curious was that they seemed to be rooted to the spot. Hadn’t even shifted when his foot hit them. Either they were extremely heavy for they’re small size or there was some trick of the lighting. Or there was the other part that Treaf decided might be his next challenge.
He had walked past them easily enough at first, considering the trip. But after he had passed them he seemed to want to see what was inside, and that grew until he looked at both sides of the alley and saw that there was nobody on either side. Good. This is gonna have ta be quick. Walking back at a steady pace he quickly reached them. He reasoned that if something terrible was to come out than he best be prepared…he then undid the top slowly, then thrust it open and stood back. What he saw at first was not completely audible, because of its strangeness, but then he focused and saw that there were many small human bodies in the box. What the hell? He thought. He gulped in the air around him, even though it stank and the sight was disgusting enough, but he got over it and looked deeper in the box. Sure enough there were small, white bodies in the box. Almost like manikins. They have the same proportions as a human, though, he thought. And that ended it. Mustering his strength and personal thoughts, he reached into the box and grabbed one of them and he was thankful that he had gloves on. Metal ones, in particular.
The small being gave no noise or movement when he touched it. It was limp also, and there came a doubt in Treaf’s mind that it was actually human, or whatever it was…
“I’ll be damned,” he said to himself, stepping back. He drew his hunter’s knife, but suddenly thought of what he was about to do and grimaced. I gotta do it if I want ta find out what the bloody hell this thing is…he mustered more strength and took the thing in one hand. He tried not to look into its strange face, but he could barely help it…then he drove his knife into it. Blood spurted, and he groaned under the foul smell. The blood was goopy and thick…..to his surprise he saw that it in fact had all the organs of a normal human, though strangely shrunken…damn it. What the hell made these things? And what the hell is it anyway…? He had to destroy it, such a thing was not right to exist. But than a thought came to him and he up and shuddered. What if the Second Society is using this thing of hell? Maybe to take energy from it…from his readings last night he thought that of course this would make since ’cuz to make curses one must use the Kraug of a thing, and this thing seemed to produce Kraug, if only he could test it…

He must have stood there for a half hour. Thinking. The only way to test it would be to try to make a Kagra out of it, he finally realized. He stood there, troubled. He knew that there was no way he was ready to make a Kagra, especially not there and then, so he decided that the only way to do it would be to bring the disgusting thing to the guest house. And if anyone found it there would be some suspicious thoughts going ’round. But it’s the only way if I’m a gonna try ta do it… suddenly he decided that he would have to store it in the fourth floor. Nobody went there. Why the hell am I even getting involved in something like this though? There ain’t no reason for it…he saw that no one was coming up the alley. So he said to himself that he would have to make it quick, and that nobody could see, so he stuck the thing inside his coat pocket, which almost made him puke. However, he grimaced and moved on towards the end of the alley, and quickly out the end of it so that he was in the cold streets once again. People were passing bye, he decided that he could not trip, and he sped towards the direction of the house, the limp thing bouncing on his hip, and it