“Move…” he groaned, hardly able to speak. The word was too weak to be audible, but even if it could have been heard, it was too hoarse, too distorted to be understood.
Starshine raised her arms, shouting back at the screaming wraith. Zarrek might have said that that if she’d had a sword– perhaps even two– that she was slashing at it., although he had never once known her to handle a sword. There was a knife in her midwifery kit, but it was no weapon. Still, he could not help but make the comparison.
“Feel the energy of the stars, foul creature!” Starshine yelled as two spirals of light, each one winder than even Zarrek’s blade, cut through the air between herself and the wraith. “You have no place in this realm!”
The lights slashed through the wraith’s body at opposite angles, spinning as they cut. It screamed, a noise unlike anything that Zarrek had ever heard, and then it could scream no more. It hissed as it faded slowly into nothingness. Starshine watched it the entire time, making sure that it was gone. Then she looked once again to Métius.
“There is one less monster in your Abyss.”
Zarrek had never heard her speak to anyone in such a tone before, so commanding, so sure of her own victory. He wished that he had not been in so much pain just then, that he could have said something to her about it. It was incredible tp see her like that, her wings spread out in their full glory, rising up against the god that he had resisted for so long.
“Did you really think that if you defeated it in his stead–”
“Did you tell him that he had to defeat it,” Starshine interrupted, “or that all that mattered what that the wraith was destroyed?”
“I came here for Zarrek,” Métius replied. “I shall have him, even if I have to take him and Elezar’s family to the Abyss!”
“He has a child and a baby due to arrive very soon now. If you try to hard them, it will be Aamh battling you and your kind.” Starshine paused for a moment before adding, “Are you interested in losing to a second goddess.”
“You are a trifling and troublesome girl,” Métius told her. “Your goddess cannot hear your call here.”
“Unchain my prince,” she retorted, “or we shall see how far her reach truly is.”
Métius looked first to Sasha, and then to Lilith. He muttered and grumbled, and then looked back to the Starr girl. “Take your accursed prince with you,” he spat. “He abuses his place with the gods too much. Let him suffer with his woulds and wish that he could let Kearr heal him. Let him as for magic and see how much longer it will be granted to him. He is useless to me if he will not submit.”
In the next moment, the Dark One ordered Sasha to pull the chains free from Zarrek’s back. She bowed and obeyed him, walking over to the kneeling prince while Starshine descended to stand beside her and watch her. Métius turned around and looked at Elezar.
“My lord.” the older man said as he bowed low. He shook with the fear that his son would be taken from him in retribution, that his failure would be severely punished. “I beg to serve you further.”