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two very short chapters and the alleged plot twist of history, even if someone is following you most likely already know .



Most likely is that the rocks had not seen much activity throughout its history since its founding as a frontier post for several centuries before the revolution. For such a small town, the arrival of hundreds of soldiers all meant a shift in routine. Suddenly everyone in the border had a relative who had been at the Academy of Palena, even newcomers, and if it had had been themselves. If half the claims had been true it would not have stayed a shopkeeper or pastor from Marcazul to Sanctuary Forest. The two lodges of the people had reserved for the ten cavalry officers who had come to call Domy while the soldiers camped at the foot of the hill. Domy himself occupied rooms in the castle, and Rolande had done a great job convincing him that it was impossible to enable some of the other empty wings. Arel not stand found permanent houseguests. It was unpleasant to do, because after all Domy arrival and the other was something I had hoped and wished for months, but made her feel a stranger in his own home in spite of all their discipline. Held their meetings in the large living room with his presence as commanding officer. Arel listened to suggestions, corrected maps and explained how little he knew about the Forest Sanctuary, but withdrawn when it was hard to sleep even more than normal. The soldiers also trained in the courtyard each morning and the castle was paralyzed even weeks later, it was no longer a novelty. Posed hands on the stone of the battlements and looked at his feet, to the lower galleries full of girls, laundresses and cooks who had completed their work at full speed in order to attend the show. The boys were always in the yard, leaning out the doors, and even the luckier ones were chosen to assist soldiers with weapons and uniforms. For the recruits, who were the last step Palena on civilians, was an exceptionally pleasant change. Domy had been wrong not to warn, even before they settled into their camps outside the walled village that any illegitimate child to leave the military would be responsible for its own militia. Those days nobody had more success among women in the border than any of those guys in gray uniforms, regardless of the number of gallons. At Palena were the nobles who monopolized the attention, at least in most cases. With Jylian was not the case. Rolande Seeing through the yard without a shadow of pregnancy interruption for the year, his first thought was that brought news about it. Most times it looked disappointed but not that. He knew by the way Rolande frowning, as if to be elsewhere, giving other news.
- Did they find? - Arel said even before it reached him.
- They have found someone younger. Are at the door of the galleries. - Always cautious, Rolande never dared to ensure that it was Jylian, albeit it. Throughout that year infernal eleven women had received at the hands of their captors or discoverers, all unknown. Arel had whipped four of them, who brought her children or young adults with recent scars of knife or whip still bleeding. If they had specified in the posters that burn scars was not the slightest doubt that they would have enough meat smelled burned with fire for the rest of his life.
And yet could not help but hold your breath and down the stairs two by two, as one of his men without beards, driven by the possibility that this might be Jylian who was waiting at the entrance to the cells. I did not know what would happen next, he mused, taking a hand to his chest as they entered the main tower. Jylian not stand having to come to him in tow, as a criminal, but whether it should be and would have time to fix it all later. A second start, a little more rugged than the first. Arel laughed as he descended the stairs, through the kitchen and pantries, descending the spiral staircase to reach the first level of cells, which was at ground level of the rock. It stopped at the last landing to regain composure. He straightened the finishing layer, quieted his breathing and tried to calm down. I should not think that was Jylian who was waiting behind the oak door. Possibly it was not. Any minutes of deception he rattled the blood and put color on the cheeks but must know when to give way to reality. Two floors above her head and snorts of Rolande indicated that Castilian had started down the stairs. Opposite him, silenced by the door of four fingers thick that had not yet opened, mingled sobs and hiccups.
Of course, it was not Jylian. There was no sign of Jylian in women who had gleaned lying unconscious on the floor. Automatically leaned and pushed until he was face up. Needed only a glance to decide which, fortunately for them, the bounty hunters had nothing to do with their status. His scars were no injuries or burns. Indeed doubted they were scars. Realizing he had something to do with the magic he caught a glimpse of curiosity, but it was not enough to keep their attention. It was Jylian and that was it. Nor the other, the girl who cried at his side. Faced with the bounty hunters and shook his head.
- not her.
I remembered. Renegade mages, Palena, tucked engineers. Had been there investigating, asking Jylian things, going from side to side with pillows Sena had provided under the supervision of Ariel, allegedly in search of a ritual that could locate. And though he had already tried, decided not lose anything by letting others submit their alternatives. The branches of magic were, after all, infinite.
They had also failed. They looked surprised, and the old man.
- can not be ... the ritual ...
- The ritual failed, Arioch. It's not her - stopped Arel. That was the moment he raised his hand and ordered Rolande that girls carry to the cells surface until claimed that they were well, and their captors to the ground floor, to receive his punishment. Those two had not yet done anything wrong, other than knock a girl with some aspect of going to wake up in a good mood -. Are you stoned?
- just took a hit - said the young Arioch -. And with all due respect, military, have never lost someone.
- I know my wife. - Arel not going to argue and certainly would not reveal what had become the most important screen of all candidates. None of the bounty hunters had come to know that Jylian scars were caused by the sun burns. Continue bringing girls burned with fire or slashed, and would still be her.
- Of course, of course - the old man nodded. Just for the way he stroked his hands, slowly and carefully, Arel knew they were a couple stubborn -. However there have been costs in the search. And here is a scarred young ...
- I will not pay a single copper. - For a moment she felt like Arel laughed, genuinely amused at his audacity -. Llevároslas can, in fact.
At that time the girl became a whine. The Arioch started talking among themselves and Arel examined with a critical eye, not understanding very well what he was doing there. He was younger than the other and also more plump with the natural tan of the farmers a little more to the northeast.
- The horse will not follow then ... Then, if they have no food otherwise. What do we do? - The ravings of the old man came to him clearly, because either they were bothering to lower his voice -. In the end only serve to attract the wolves ... Yes, wolves. We should have left.
- There was no way to know - answered the other. He had picked up his bag from the ground and seemed ready to leave -. We should stay the mule to sell in Ibbon.
- You can stop talking in riddles. - So in addition to bounty hunters, the Arioch also had sus devaneos con los tratantes de esclavos de Ibbon. Arel se preguntó quién sería la mula. Sí que había algo que le preocupaba, sin embargo -. ¿Quiénes son los lobos?
Hubo un largo silencio, interrumpido sólo por los quejidos apagados de la chiquilla, que no parecía prestar la más mínima atención.
- Lo más justo sería que pagarais por esa información, señor.
- Eso sería lo justo, desde luego, y lo correcto... ¿sabéis lo que dicen las nuevas escuelas? La información es...
- Vuestra alternativa a un calabozo - terminó Rolande la frase. Si se había decidido a hablar era porque sin duda los arioch estaban a punto de hacerle perder temper. To Arel would have been much easier to let Rolande will take care of everything from the beginning. The
Arioch were not stupid and neither intimidate left more than necessary. Responded as if they had thought to do it anyway.
- traveled with three companions, but may already be dead. There's nothing to talk about wolves. We should have been the puppeteer, to sell these two, if that's the only advantage we will report both work. Same should go back ..
- Puppet? - Repeated Arel.
The girl was not crying, but could hear him clearly. A thoughtful whisper, dragging the name against the damp stone
soil - Siana ...?


kept hearing the laughter, a loud gurgling cries of battle turned, long after they have left behind. He kept turning in his chair, convinced that would come on suddenly a few steps, even when the caravan reached the fertile, forested border at full gallop. In fact at that time doubted I could stop looking back. She gripped the edge of the chair and threw a sack exhausted loins Pinto, with her eyes closed and without courage to do the right thing would have been stopped and removed. Horse Sweat soaked gloves in seconds. Angelus was the músculos de las rodillas entumecidos y rígidos de tanto tratar de sujetarse pero aún así volvió a golpear los flancos del caballo con los talones, como había visto hacer a Deinon y a los nómadas que les habían rescatado. Pinto seguía a Restregón por instinto y con facilidad.
Volvió a mirar a su espalda. Lo único que se veía del Erial era ya una delgada franja dorada allí donde los árboles no interferían con su visión, pero para Angelus cada sombra que arrojaban los árboles y las rocas musgosas parecía una de aquellas criaturas. Quizá estaba muerto. Quizá iban al encuentro de sus antepasados. Se preguntó qué les diría su madre.
- ¿Angelus, you okay? - Raised his head and opened his eyes. Deinón did not turn to ask the question and only saw his back, and before him a glimpse of the long red hair of Siana, rowdy and full of sand. Not answered deinón turned to face him. Then nodded.
Nomads advance to those who had heard shortly before the attack hits metal and the screams of terror. There had been no more fighting than is needed to ride their horses and escape with them, but deinón was soaked in a translucent blood and smelly, and Angelus thought he had beaten some of the monsters but it was impossible to know. Always appeared more. Appeared without Moreover, without running or jumping, and never allowed to see their faces. They were only fleeting glimpses of open mouths, jagged teeth and eyes of silver eyes, so fast that the only way to deal with them was to hit the air around and pray that the blades will find meat. Angelus turned back. The eight men were nomads column and a cloud of dust into the race to the north, without entering the forest. Nor had accepted money in appreciation when deinón offered it to reach the limits of Erial. Had assured them that the monsters of the plains never set foot in the fertile soil and still Angelus could not help looking back. Part of him wanted the bowels of the mill had melted and found him at any time, while the other was ever aware that the horse would reach if they were the ones who stopped.
- sure we are waiting. Damn, should start by abandoning the throat. - After deinón said nothing more. The vegetation around it became more lush at times. They soon had to slow down, first at a trot and then when the trees became a lush forest, the animals began to step and continued for what seemed like hours Angelus, in silence. Was not even sure that they were moving straight, because they often had roots that surround clusters, or small rock canyons. Those were all the instructions they were given the nomads, following a straight line. Estimated Angelus was already well past mid-afternoon when they reached the promised road. Neither spoke then. The horses had their heads down by attrition, with the nose almost touching the blades of grass from the ground and began to believe that Angelus and Orel Moregan they were not expecting. Do not know why. I did not understand anything.
- Do you hear that? Deinón
The question made her sat up and looked back, ready to sink your heels and make Pinto ran to collapse. Siana deinón ahead and without realizing it.
- What happens? - Asked. He listened, but everything that came to mind was the laughter of a child's voice monsters -. Are they more narris?
He turned in his chair and I could look for the first time since the attack. Deinón had a wound on his nose and face covered in dried blood, and his monsters. With all the sand he had in his eyebrows as he seemed so fair. Siana not looked much better but Angelus had to blink several times to verify what I was seeing.
- For all the rites, what have you done that? - The face was covered with his hands as he struggled to see her deinón over their shoulders.
- No. .. - Muttered Siana. Under his hands, the gaps between fingers, his skin was wrinkled and translucent, like the silk scroll through the pages of an old book. Angelus leaned closer.
- do you see? - Deinón touched her shoulder without ceremony, trying that would spin, but Siana only put his hand to the pocket of his robe.
- need ... santa Lida, my puppet ... - I was not talking to them. When bucked Pinto, a move that was about to throw to the ground by the unexpected, Angelus wondered who the two were passing nervousness. Siana held in his hands one of his boats ointment obviously empty -. My puppet, she has been taken ... Siana
Now that's hands had turned her face even deinón could see the marks, much closer than Angelus.
- Damn! When you burned it? Siana! - Called, but when Siana looked up, alarmed, it was not for him.
- Soldiers. Road salt. Gotta get out of the way - almost sobbed. Dismounted then jumped up and ran to hide among the trees. The nearest corner came a group of five soldiers, all on horseback, with bluish-gray uniform and obviously in a hurry. They stopped short when they spotted.
- Good afternoon, guys - who greeted was in the lead. Angelus touched his forehead with his fingers without saying anything, not knowing how I had to contact him or his rank.
- Good afternoon, Lieutenant - deinón said. At least it was able to memorize useful information from time to time, Angelus said relieved. The soldiers approached them and called them inspected lieutenant.
- Do you need help?
- We had problems in the Wasteland - A soft murmur of surprise ran through the ranks in uniform - but we are almost in one piece. Deinón
Angelus smiled and could see that his teeth were bleeding too. The creatures had been beaten during the seconds lost trying to reach horses. The lieutenant nodded.
- We come from Las Rocas. The commander seeks a carny, a young puppeteer who can respond to the name of Siana, with blue eyes and blond hair. He may travel cover to the nomadic style, have you come across someone with that description?
Perhaps after layer of blood and filth how pale Angelus was not so obvious, because none of the soldiers paid the slightest intention. In a performance that he almost convinced himself deinón pretended to think about it carefully. He lost only one thousandth of a second in a warning glance guide to Angelus, which anyway had muted by the surprise.
- not sound. We have gone through the forest directly from the Wasteland and I imagine that any woman traveling alone out there, right? What is the charge?
- It is our duty to ask - it simply explained the lieutenant, with total indifference. He raised his hand and motioned to the other four -. If you continue north you will be in The Rocks before dark. Good journey.
- Good cruise - wanted deinón as they passed by his side. Angelus nodded again.
not reach Siana soon as the soldiers disappeared. He had returned to the forest and had no apparent intention of returning to the road, was running in the opposite direction, stumbling with the roots and brambles sniffer, when the cut deinón step.
- I looked for you - he said simply. Siana stopped and made no attempt to dodge.
- I looked for you - repeated Angelus, but he was not referring to the soldiers. I thought of earlier events, but the last thing his memory had recorded -. Moregan and Orel, went after you. Deinón
This time he looked confused.
- What? Lost out boots, how would they go for it?
- Iban for her ... but did not know it was her. He has been covering. Magic, ointments ... - The expression of Siana, distorted by anguish and burns increasingly clear, he knew he had hit the nail -. They thought it was Nadia, so left her unconscious and took her away. Not only would have taken if they wanted to flee.
- Gotta let me go - pleaded Siana -. You do not understand ... kill me. Are looking to kill me. It burned when he grabbed me! Did not want to, I did not ...
- Wait, wait ... What are you talking about? What are we talking about now? Who have you burned? Siana
began to move from one place to another but appeared to have no interest in trying to escape. Rather reminiscent of a rabbit cornered and confused. I was sobbing but Angelus had not realized when he had begun to mourn.
- A Arel ... the commander. Mr. de Las Rocas. Understand nothing! He has started the war, he has brought to the soldiers ... and when I knew I wanted to go. I wanted to go no further and I could not ... I can not go! You can not ...
- But it has to Nora! - Deinón shouted so suddenly that Angelus and jumped Siana -. They believe that Nadia you! We have to prevent ... I do not know, you have to stop whatever is going to happen. You have to get them out of there! Siana
ran his hands over his face. With tears streaming down his cheeks Angelus might remember that in reality had already been with that look a thousand times, with an iridescent sheen on the skin, a strange light effect is always ascribed to water or their creams. He ran fingers through his hair as orange as ever. That too had lied. He shook his head.
- I can not. I can not return. I will not return.
That time itself, when he stepped to the right then took another, then another, passing behind rubbings. It almost seemed to expect deinón is cast forth above. When it did not happen, went with his eyes fixed on the ground.
- you know - Angelus murmured without any desire to go after her. Deinón wanted to tell that he had been warned but information on The Lord of The Rocks had only managed to put nervous Nora -. Come on, deinón. We will go alone.
hoped deinón refuses and ride one of their shows to try to convince Siana but did not.
- is your friend! Both are your friends! - Siana told, turned in his chair, while she ran off in the opposite direction -. You are a coward!

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