Zonren looked down on the four effigies, as he had done many times before over the months following what happen to his friends. Three friends and one traitor Zonren thought.
As in all those other times he was here late in the night, so that no one would see what he usually did.
Zonren kneeled down next to the first effigy, and sprinkled a small amount of the powder he had in his right hand on the effigy. With his left hand he push gentle though effigy to the coffin underneath . Touching the chest of his friend, he felt the amour uniform. There as always the faintest of heart beats, the spells had kept him alive. Usually now he would check on the two others, and then leave them in peace.
Zonren said the words of a spell and then put his other hand through the effigy and into the coffin below. Grabbing his friend by the shoulders, he pulled the top half of his friend up though the coffin and the effigy.
Shadric opened his eyes and pulled his hands up though the coven and the effigy to rub his eyes. Then realising what he had just done he looked at his hands.
“Shadric time to get you out of there”
That voice, Zonren, the spells before the battle must have worked, Shadric thought. Turning he looked at Zonren.
“well don’t just sit there the spell will ware off and you will be stuck fast”
Shadric quickly got up and stepped out of the coven.
“why the effigies?”
“After the battle I made sure you where honoured, the traitors where to be burned, I could not have that”,
“are the others….?”
“alive, asleep?…. Yes, I will get them up”
“that traitor is he alive?” Shadric loudly said, as he spotted the effigy of the traitor.
“No, claim down, he is dead, his burnt body is lying in his coven”
“how long has it been?” Shadric asked, as Zonren walk over to the next effigy.
“nine months”, Zonren said.
In a small room in the palace the Emperor was talking to a captain who had just arrived. Several guards where in the room waiting for the conversation to be over.
Zonren as silent as ever, the Emperor thought, as he felt the presence of the other wizard, but he continued to talk with the captain.
Death, the feeling was unmistakeable, guards where dying, the Emperor quickly turned. Two of the guards fell noisily to the floor having been stabbed in the back of the neck. All of the remaining guards turned to the direction the noise had came from and pulled out their swords.
“Zonren I should have realised”, the Emperor said, as the guards approached the group. Moving his hands the emperor fired lighting at Zonren, leaving the guards to deal with the others.
Zonren easily defend the lighting, and the next attack a fireball. He heard the clash of the battle, but blocked it out, to concentrate on a spell. Easily Zonren defended the incoming attacks.
“Death”, the Emperor said, as a mist formed behind him.
Zonren held off the effects of the spell, but bent forward like it was having an effect. The mist behind the emperor formed two large arms. However the emperor continue his death spell. Zonren felt the effects of the death spell, weakening him.
The arms encircled the emperor and started to crash him. A tail quickly wrapped around the legs of the ruler.
Zonren felt the death spell suddenly weaken in strength and dissipate. He quickly moved forward and touched the emperor.
The emperor heard the words of an old spell, and suddenly realised what was about to happen. His flesh quickly heated up, and the smell of his own flesh burning went up his burning nose. Bones and ashes fell to the floor, as the emperor’s flesh was incinerated. The beast of the air dissipated.
“Captain your Emperor is a pile of bones” Zonren said as beast of the air dissipated.
The captain noticing the pile of bones, did not defend quickly enough an incoming attack. Shadric landing a blow to the captain’s shoulder.
One of the remaining two guards was stabbed through the mouth, the sword penetrating right though the head, and breaking the back of the skull.
The other guard received a blow to the head, and fell to the ground.
“surrender captain” Zonren said as he approached the captain. The captain dropped his sword, and looked at Zonren.
“There is no point killing you, Shadric, come on lets go”
“Ever thought of being Emperor?” Shadric asked Zonren.
“No, someone is always wanting to kill the emperor”