Cheilin Saga ~ 30

 Cheilin Saga ~ 30  Efelel’s Failure

By Len Morgan

  Efelel watched from the crowd. She cursed under her breath, she knew he was coming she knew the signs, nausea, itching, and numbness she had to get back to the room or he would punish her.   She ran to their base which was close by.   She slammed the door and sat trembling in the corner of the darkened room; he was coming.   Slowly, the fluorescence began to grow, the feeling of nausea grew with the green light.   His figure was indistinct, at first, growing rapidly more tangible with each passing moment.

‘What news.’  He demanded, even before he had fully materialised. 

Before she could formulate her reply he was inside her mind, railing with anger.

‘You failed me and squandered valuable resources in the process.   What others can you count on.’    He demanded.

‘The girl the prince and, of course, myself are all that remains.’

‘You have not excelled in this den of unbelievers if you cannot accomplish this simple task.   I am disappointed.   When this is over you will yet feel the measure of my dissatisfaction.   But, your purpose here still has to be accomplished.’

‘The prince is closest,’ she began, ‘it would be a simple matter for me to…’

‘No-No!   He will be our very last resort, he must be above reproach, you understand?   Only after you and the girl have failed’ he said.

‘Then it must be the girl I will take her over, and accomplish the task, right in front of the accursed Tylywoch’ she said.

‘Now you're thinking. Your mission was to discredit them and cast confusion into the minds of our enemies.’

.-…-. 

Zophira was distinctly agitated, she knew instinctively that something was about to happen.   Constance being a sensitive picked up on it, immediately, moving closer to Zophira to lend her support.  

“Put your hand on my shoulder,” she said.   Zophira did as she was asked; it had an immediate calming effect on her, and she began to relax.   Several minutes passed and she began to think she had allowed her imagination to take over.

“Uh!”   she gasped, experiencing a full gamut of emotions, her features twisted and contorted as she turned to face Daidan III.   “No oh no,” she cried.

Constance removed a small clear glass globe from beneath her robe and touched it to Zophira’s forehead.   There was a brief crackle of red sparks then Zophira slumped into Gavein’s arms.

“What have you done to her,” he demanded.

“Don’t worry, she will recover in a moment,” Constance replied.   One look at her face and he knew she wouldn’t lie. 

   As the procession moved on, the eyes of the crowd followed its passage.   The crowd had thinned out and moved on towards C20.   As they went Gavein took Zophira’s hand and she slowly recovered. “She tried to force me to act but I lost consciousness, did I do him harm?”

“you are both still living, I believe Constance saw your change and acted accordingly.  I wonder if I might be next on Efelel’s list…”

(to be Continued)

 

By Len Morgan