Guild Wars_ Edge Of Destiny Part 33

Rytlock snarled, "You did this to her." did this to her."

"Her love did this," Faolain said, staring at the black infection spreading above Caithe's heart. "She wants to be with me."

"You have to un undo it!" Rytlock hissed.

"She must decide that. I have laid my hand upon her heart, and her heart has received me. Her love for me is poisoning her to you. Her presence with you is poisoning her to me." must decide that. I have laid my hand upon her heart, and her heart has received me. Her love for me is poisoning her to you. Her presence with you is poisoning her to me."

"Faolain!" gasped Caithe, her head turning on the workbench where she lay.

Faolain's eyes grew wide, and she swooped past the companions to sit on the workbench where Caithe lay. "Yes, Caithe! I am here."

Caithe riled on the workbench, half-awake and half in dream. "You have gone to darkness."

"And you are coming with me."

"She decides!" Eir said. decides!" Eir said.

"Yes," Faolain went on. "You decide. Will you reject me or reject these so-called friends?"

"If you take her from us," Rytlock growled, "you will not leave this place alive."

Faolain's black eyes blinked placidly. "If I take her from you, Rytlock Brimstone, none of you will survive this day." She drew off her cloak, dropping it to the workshop floor and revealing a suit of black leather over a leanly muscular frame. Faolain brushed silver hair back from Caithe's pale face. She was sweating again. "You cannot oppose me, Eir Stegalkin, onetime sculptor; Logan Thackeray, onetime mercenary, and Snaff and Zojja, formerly of Rata Sum-"

"Formerly?" Snaff objected. Snaff objected.

"Rootless, all of you are. You do not belong in the lands that gave you birth. Now you belong to no one and everyone," the sylvari said with a smile. "You are killers of the Dragonsp.a.w.n-slayers of dragon champions."

"And she's one of us," Eir said. "Take away this infection!"

"If she chooses," Faolain said, leaning in to gaze at Caithe. "What do you wish, dear heart?" she chooses," Faolain said, leaning in to gaze at Caithe. "What do you wish, dear heart?"

Tears were streaming down Caithe's face, and her head whipped back and forth. "I don't know! I don't know!"

"Let me show show you!" Faolain's black fingernails sank into the festering wound over Caithe's heart. you!" Faolain's black fingernails sank into the festering wound over Caithe's heart.

Caithe jolted, her back arching up from the workbench.

Sohothin moaned above the sylvari's shoulder, but Rytlock stayed his hand.

Faolain spoke words that slashed the air.

She was there when the man and the charr killed the ogre chiefling.

Faolain was there. They certainly know how to kill things. They could aid the Wyld Hunt. They certainly know how to kill things. They could aid the Wyld Hunt.

You hate the Wyld Hunt. You hate the Ventari Tablet and all who follow the Dream.

No, Faolain said, clinging to her like a shadow. Faolain said, clinging to her like a shadow. The tablet twists the Dream. The tablet is corruption. Would that we could draw it from the sylvari, and the Tree herself . . . The tablet twists the Dream. The tablet is corruption. Would that we could draw it from the sylvari, and the Tree herself . . .

She was there when Caithe sat on her bunk in the jail of Lion's Arch.

Faolain was there when Sangjo arrived to buy their freedom. You see, now, how they work. They buy each other and sell each other. You are a commodity. You see, now, how they work. They buy each other and sell each other. You are a commodity.

At least we fight the dragons.

You must do what you must do. . . .

She was there when the Dragonsp.a.w.n was a cyclone of ice crystals and stone in the heart of the glacier.

Faolain was there when it engulfed Sandy and enclosed the mind of Snaff and then brought down the roof. Jormag will not like this. Not one little bit. Jormag will not like this. Not one little bit.

That's the whole idea.

Yes, it is.

She was there when Eir sent the iron shaft of the Destroyer of Life back to him, elemental fire to elemental fire, to blast the champion from the world.

Faolain was there as the companions obliterated an army of destroyers. And now, you slay a champion of Primordus himself. And now, you slay a champion of Primordus himself.

We do.

How you flail at the branches of evil while the roots grow fat.

She was there, clutching Caithe's head and heart as the sylvari's companions hovered behind them, their weapons ready.

Faolain was there to spread the blackness through Caithe. It is a fool's errand you are on. You have killed dragon champions but have not faced a true dragon. And, even now, another is coming into the world. It will destroy you unless you join me! It is a fool's errand you are on. You have killed dragon champions but have not faced a true dragon. And, even now, another is coming into the world. It will destroy you unless you join me!

Caithe lurched, hurling Faolain's hands back from her heart. She looked wildly around, then locked eyes with Faolain. How can you know this? How can any mortal? How can you know this? How can any mortal?

Faolain blinked. The same way you know. We watch. We see the new dragon's champion preparing for it The same way you know. We watch. We see the new dragon's champion preparing for it. A champion by the name of Glint. A champion by the name of Glint.

A new champion?

An old one, her loyalties long concealed.

Then take the poison from me, so that I can fight it.

Faolain's mouth dropped open. The poison is your love for me The poison is your love for me.

"Take it! Turn it to hate!" Caithe said. "I will fight the one who rises!"

Faolain stared long, drawing a deep breath. "I will take it," she said aloud, but then added, "It is not over between you and me."

Faolain's black eyes grew wide, and her mouth twisted. She lunged forward, once again gripping Caithe's heart. Nails sank into Caithe's flesh and drew out beads of blood. The black infection drifted beneath Caithe's skin, coalescing around Faolain's fingertips. Then, like needles, her nails drew the blackness into them. Tendrils of corruption reached up through Faolain's fingers and across the back of her hand and into her wrist and up her arm.

Faolain yanked her hand free. Black rot riddled her fingers, ascending through her arm. She flexed the limb, hissing with exquisite pain. "Oh, love turned to hate, to poison. It deadens me." She staggered back from the workbench, nearly running into Rytlock.

The charr waved Sohothin behind her. "Remember this?"

"Let me go! I have released her!"

"Yes," said Caithe, sitting up. "Let her go!"

"She's a monster."

"Let her go!"

Faolain stooped to lift her black cloak from the floor. She slid her rot-riddled hand into it and stepped past Rytlock. "This, too, will heal. My arm will be mine again." She glanced at Caithe. "And so will you."

"Get out!" Rytlock roared.

Faolain was visibly s.h.i.+vering as she walked up the stairs, out the blasted top of the ziggurat, and into the night of Rata Sum.

Logan lingered on the stairs, watching, but the rest of the companions gathered around Caithe.

"Are you well?" Eir asked. "Truly?"

"Yes. And I know what we must do."

"What?" asked Rytlock.

"A great evil is rising. An ancient evil. We haven't fought the true evil yet, but only the mortal champions. Now we must fight a true dragon. He is rising. His champion is bringing him out."

"Faolain showed you this?" Rytlock asked. "Surely she was lying."

"There is only one hope to stop this new threat: we must slay the dragon's champion."

Rytlock shrugged. "Well, we've killed the others. Why not this one?"

"What is this champion called?" asked Eir.

"She's another dragon-a lesser dragon," Caithe said, "though ancient in her own right. Humans call her Glint."

"Glint!" Logan said. "The Glint? Keeper of the Flame-seeker Prophecies?" Glint? Keeper of the Flame-seeker Prophecies?"

"The same," Caithe said.

"Are you kidding me? She helped stop the Lich Lord. She helped stop the t.i.tans," Logan went on. "Why would she turn against us?"

Caithe looked levelly at him. "Glint is the champion of the one who rises."

"Glint is a friend of humanity," Logan argued.

"Very few of us are human," said Zojja.

Logan said nothing, but after a moment he nodded.

"Glint is in the Crystal Desert," Rytlock grumbled. "That's a long walk."

"There's no time to walk," Caithe said. "We must arrive in a matter of days."

Snaff snapped his fingers and trundled off across his workshop.

"Where's he going?" Rytlock wondered.

Over his shoulder, Snaff called back, "I've got a device that could get us halfway there!" He disappeared into a closet, and there came the sound of clattering metal. Something heavy crashed to the floor; then Snaff emerged, seeming to carry nothing except a smile. "It's one of the cleverest things I've come up with."

"What?" Rytlock asked.

Snaff reached in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a metal coin. "I call it a 'hole in my pocket.' But it's actually a mini, portable asura gate, of my own fabulous design." He flicked the coin, and as it tumbled in midair, it expanded. Metal filaments slid over each other and reoriented, broadening into a hoop, then a wide ring. The metal circle came down to strike the floor, wobbling itself flat. The moment that the entire circ.u.mference of the circle touched the floor, the flagstones within it vanished, showing a patch of windblown sand.

"Whoa," Logan said. "Where is that?"

"I can tune them only to known places, and this one's tuned to just south of Ebonhawke."

"How far south?" Rytlock said in alarm.

"Out of arrow range," Snaff a.s.sured flatly.

Logan frowned. "What if the charr are sieging?"

"Out of range for them, too. In the desert! Where do you think I got all that sandstone for Sandy?" Snaff clapped his hands together and rubbed them. "Now, let's gather up supplies and golems and go see this Glint!"

From Her Royal Majesty, Jennah, Queen of Kryta To the Most Magnificent Logan ThackerayLogan:Another dragon champion lies slain at your feet-the Destroyer of Life and his thousand minions. Well done! You have saved Rata Sum, and you have won for us an upgraded asura gate into Ebonhawke. To think-a year ago you were guarding a caravan to Ebonhawke. Now you have made such caravans unnecessary. Thank you!Still, I must say that I was greatly troubled to read your account of the incident with Faolain of the Nightmare Court. None of her ilk can be trusted. They cling to a demented view of the world. When I read your account, I almost called you to me, but that would only have been selfish.If Glint is helping her master rise, you must face her down and slay her. But Glint has been an ally to humankind. I am torn. If I had to choose, I would trust her more than the Nightmare Court.This mission is yet another danger for you to face in my name, in the name of all Tyria. So, go, my champion. Go slay a lesser dragon to stop an Elder Dragon.Yours always,JennahFrom Logan Thackeray To Her Royal Majesty, Jennah, Queen of KrytaMy Queen,This may well be my darkest hour. I, too, remember what Glint has done for humanity, and to go to slay her seems inconceivable. But if this act can stop the holocaust of an Elder Dragon's rising, I must do it.Your letters pierce me like arrows. How I long to see Divinity's Reach, our home. But more, I long to see you. Every moment of every day, I hope to feel your call, so that I can throw aside everything that doesn't matter and run to you. I would throw aside the whole world if I had to. But I know that the only way you will call to me is if you are in mortal danger. I never want that to be the case.So I will remain your champion. I will fight on for you, these thousand miles away. I will even kill Glint if I must. But all the while, I will have your face before me-your eyes that pierce to my soul.Your champion,Logan

PART III.

BATTLING DRAGONS.

SEEKING THE SANCTUM.

The Crystal Desert sun beat down on a strange company. At the head walked warriors in white burnooses-Eir Stegalkin, Logan Thackeray, and Caithe of the Firstborn. Behind them came Rytlock Brimstone and Garm the wolf, their backs bared to the blazing sun. Next were a pair of newly designed Bigs, with Snaff and Zojja suspended within.

This army was marching into battle against another dragon champion: Glint.

Eir perched a hand over her eyes and squinted toward a ridge that ran across their path. "Either Glint's sanctum is very close, or we'll have to climb that ridge."