Chapter 23

Phae's eyes snapped open. Something was wrong very wrong. She struggled against the bonds of magic that held her in place.

"There, there, little one, don't be afraid," Varrus called over to her from the bank. "I wouldn't look down if I were you."

Phae did look down. She was suspended over the precipice is a massive waterfall. The waterfall was so high she couldn't even see the bottom through the spray. One thing was for certain: a single command from the dark mage and her life would come to an end.

She closed her eyes and began to pray.

"Oh, prayers won't help you my child," Varrus scoffed. "After all I have the gods on my side, look."

Phae tried her best to ignore him but as she turned her head away visions of her father's face flashed inside her mind. A thin, cruel smile formed on Varrus' lips. "Oh, I haven't done anything to him yet," he said at last. He paused as he savoured in Phae's torture. "But he'll be here soon I can assure you of that!"