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

that the right thing ta do is ta come ta you so I did. Happy I didn’t try ta do it on my own, eh?” The Elder nodded. Treaf knew that that was really the thing that triggered it—the Elder was most concerned with Treaf’s life than anything else really besides defeating the enemy.
“I do know how to make a Kagra, and I think that I would be able to do it. I have never tried it before, though, so it is still a risk.” Treaf nodded and he knew that it was going to be pretty hard to create. He had read all about it.
“So if the Kagra is successful than we will know that the homunculi produce Krog. If they don’t, well…..I guess they’re for some other purpose, aren’t they?” This time it was the Elder who nodded.
“But it might be a bit tricky to end the spell once we’ve started it.” The Elder asked why Treaf thought this, and he replied, “I’ve had trouble ending some simple spells like making a stone rise. To cut off that much energy at once might prove to be difficult. But yeah I think we could do it.” The Elder nodded.
“Why exactly were you exploring the city anyway, Treaf? The Elder asked.
“Because I was taking lessons. Ummmmmmm…the Second Society was teachin’ me.”
“Teaching you what?”
“Well first I learned some simple spells like ‘Anét Orshcrist Poshaden.’ Then they saw that I was getting good so they gave me this paper.” Treaf handed over the piece of paper that he had also brought with him.
“I’m gonna head over to the smithy ta get the Ten Death Bonds inscribed in my armor but the trouble is I don’t know the individuals, only the big picture.” Treaf pointed at the circle on the front page. “So I was also wonderin if ya knew anything about them and if ya have a diagram,” Treaf finished. The Elder did not look pleased with this: Treaf supposed that he would rather have Treaf learning how to bake bread, but that was a no-do. He was in war and that was what war required if ya were willing or not.
“So do ya?” Treaf asked after another minute of silence. The Elder merely nodded. Treaf was however just as pleased with this reply if it was going to get him what he wanted.
The Elder left the room and went down the hall after this. Finally…and now I can have it done real quick—hopefully. He grimaced because he had been a smith before and it was hard work that took a real long time. That was making a sword, though, not a few inscriptions. Ten detailed descriptions, though, thought Treaf.
The Elder came back with a small pile of paper. He handed them to Treaf.
“These are what you want,” he said. “So get out of here.” He gave Treaf one last long, hard look that portrayed the look of someone that knew what was going on but had nothing to do about it. Treaf took up the papers and stuck them in his larger, lower pocket, and up and headed out into the streets again, in search of the smith that would bring these objects of ‘sin’ into completion. But hey, guess what? I know what’s out there for me, whether these curses will bring good or evil to the threshold. And ya know what? It’s the only choice I have right now. Whether I like it or not.

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“Orshcrist, Nêglect, Kagra”


Chapter Thirteen
Preparation of the Circles

The Onc is the second of the most powerful and deadliest rows of the Ten Bonds of Death. It forms three bonds when made properly and takes up the energy of the sun and the stars. This energy is called Trîte.
The formation of this spell is the hardest to obtain and is advisable not to do in the midst of battle. One must take the energy of the stars—thus the creation of a light absorber must take place. A separate circle is made for this and must be used with immediate preparation and exact details.
Once one has made this circle, (which must be exactly ten feet around,) one must use the supply of Kraug nearby. Essacar must not me used. One must press the two triggers of the circle with ones’ thumbs to create a triangle. The circle should begin to absorb light.
You do not have to maintain the circle for long. After you have created this you must then connect the energy of the circle to that of your Kraug. Making the correct Handsigns and posture allow the energy to form three Bonds which will destroy that of matter but not that of living matter.
This is the fourth and most deadliest of the light-absorbing Bonds of Death.

There was not much light as Treaf trudged the streets of the city, the ten papers of the circles resting in his pocket.
He had asked for directions from one of the passersby, and they had told him that it was located on the outskirts of town on the northern end.
So that was where he was headed and his hands were in his pockets because of how cold it was.
In fact it had reached the point now where his breath went in little puffs in the air like it was smoke or something like it.
Mysteriously there seemed to be few people in the city. Figures since there ain’t no reason ta be out in this weather, bein’ like it is. I figure when we go over the pass it ain’t gonna be any better, either.
Where he was headed there wasn’t much light at all. Only a few tight corners and then a few alleys and a few streets on top of that headed in different directions. He had been told to take the street that was on the right: away from the others and there would be an alley on the right. He was supposed to follow that till he made it to a large building, and on the left of that would be a small shack, (typical). That was what he had expected, quite.
I find it strange there ain’t any birds around here, he noted. Not even a crow. It seemed to be a stale city now compared to when he had first come here. Then all the restaurants had been open and welcoming, but now it seemed like there weren’t any shops that were open.
He arrived at the large house in a reasonably short time. However, he did not see any little shop so he had to walk around the whole thing twice before he picked out a small tent below an outcropping of stone. From that tent was coming, what do you know, loud hammering.
Treaf swirled his cloak as he made for this place, and when he got to the lowering of the city stones he jumped off and landed neatly beside the tent. There was a lot of stuff by it and Treaf walked clear of it.
Black. That was what he saw at first but then his eyes began to get used to it and in a short while he could see clearly
“Hey!” Treaf yelled. The hammering stopped. Treaf resumed talking: “I want you to get some work done for me. Are you in any urgent?” The man said no. No and that was that with nothing else to it.
“Good then because I’m not in the mood to wait around for more than an hour.” Treaf handed him the papers, and while he was looking at them Treaf removed his armor and laid them on the table.
“Ya want me tir put that on yer armor?” Treaf nodded. The man looked doubtful.
“One mistake and I’ll rip yer head off, I swear,” he threatened, because he really did need that to be exactly how it was on the paper. Trusting the Elder, of course but Treaf thought that yes the Elder was definitely someone to rely on. Or he hoped so anyway because it wouldn’t help anything at all if the Elder gave Treaf the wrong thing. No it wouldn’t.
“Why do yer want designs on yer armor?” The man asked. He is dense, Treaf thought, but replied, “They ain’t designs, man, their something important.” The man seemed to find this comical, and Treaf found it aggravating.
“Did I mention that I’m one o’ the warriors that came to the city and beet your competitor?” The man didn’t reply and decided with some quick thinking that if he could beet one of the Second Society than he must be pretty good so he shouldn’t mess with him and that he should get the armor done really quick.
Treaf saw this and he grinned. The man was not as dense as he had thought. however he realized that time was pressing and that he should get on with it. He needed this done in a day: that was the maximum and he needed it by tomorrow morning. He told the man this and he nodded. Treaf decided that he could trust him and that he would find his armor here in the morning. This would mean that he would get up before the others though so he decided that he could not wake up by Mildo again. No one could know about this.
He headed back to the house after that and during the process tripped into a puddle which was miserable since the water slugged in his boot and made a blister. His boot had been penetrated that time. Not