Lost Bloodline

by Zorlone on Apr.04, 2010, under Inspirational

lost bloodline

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Maihla dropped the final ingredient of the potion. She climbed on her gossamer vessel and headed for Awuhk Mountain. She saw a warlock in pursuit. It was Giordwahn from the Mwadamuhn tribe.

“Maihla stop,” Giordwahn commanded while pulling at her vessel with an unseen rope.

She threw an enchantment, then her vessel pulled away from Giordwahn’s grasp.

Giordwahn blocked her way to the altar.

“Let me through. This is the only way,” Maihla said. “Don’t you understand?”

“I know but, you would lose your –,” Giordwahn was cut in mid sentence.

“My bloodline?” Maihla retaliated. “I’d rather lose my inheritance, than to lose you.”

Her words pierced his soul. Giordwahn let her pass. Maihla stepped out of the altar in her mortal form and reached for Giordwahn’s hand. The former heiress of the Pwuluk tribe finally joined her beloved warlock.

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