Lor Mandela - Destruction from Twins Read Online Free PDF

around
loudly enough to hide a whisper. “ Elahk E
Ber silver box,” s he breathed quietly. She
clapped her hands around the box to conceal the blue flash that
zipped out from it, as a perfect little clone appeared in her
palm.
    “I would have never believed it myself,”
Lantalia continued oblivious to her sister’s doings, “but the whole
time the powers were being bestowed, it was instructing me.”
    Anika tucked the replica of the silver box
into her cloak and turned back to face Lantalia. “Instructing you?
What was it saying?” she asked as she handed the real box back to
her trusting sister.
    Lantalia ran her hand over the box’s lid. “I
. . . I probably shouldn’t say.”
    Anika could feel her mind lock deteriorating
fast. She realized that she had to get out of there now, or
Lantalia would know everything.
    “Whoa!” she groaned, slapping her hand onto
her stomach.
    “What is it? Are you all right?” Lantalia
asked.
    Anika fell back dramatically against the
wall. “Whew! I, um . . . I’m sorry, Tali. I don’t feel well all of
a sudden. I’d better go-oh!” She clapped her hand over her mouth,
and mumbled through her fingers, “Excuse me, Lantalia. I’ll talk to
you tomorrow!” She turned and quickly sped out the door.
    “Do you need any help?” Lantalia called
after her.
    “No! I . . . I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
    Lantalia leaned against the door frame and
watched Anika practically sprint down the tunnel. “What was that
all about?” she questioned aloud as she stepped back into her room
and closed the door.
     
    Meanwhile, Anika made her way out of the
palace and headed for a large hill in the distance. She couldn’t
help but laugh out loud at her amazing good fortune.
    “It’s alive!” She mimicked her sister and
sniggered, “I am the stupidest vritesse ever! Here, Anika, why
don’t I just tell you everything?” She was positively giddy. She
continued until she was a safe distance from the palace, and then
stopped in a large, grassy meadow. She knelt down, pulled the
cloned box from her cloak and kissed it. “You are a beautiful
little thing, aren’t you?” She set it gently on the damp ground,
stood, and then looked skyward and shouted, “Stoi Cantara . . .
Lantalia!”
    Slowly, a figure rippled up from the ground
beside her, and within seconds, a perfect replica of Lantalia, with
straight brown hair and magenta eyes stood at her right. The clone
was glassy-eyed and seemed to be devoid of emotion.
    “Nolta,” she mumbled.
    The clone reached its hand out toward her as
another hand materialized at the end of her left arm. The clone
took the phantom hand and pulled. Instantly, and in a flash of red,
the spirit of Anika and the clone spirit of Lantalia traded places
and Anika visibly became Lantalia. Her own soul stood glassy-eyed
and emotionless beside her.
    “Wait here,” she commanded, in Lantalia’s
voice.
    Her catatonic soul made an almost
indiscernible nod.
    Anika picked up the little box and continued
up the hill, her dark silhouette rippling across the field. Within
just a few minutes, she had reached the top where she paused for a
moment to stare out at the intimidating landscape that stretched
before her on the other side.
    It was steep, and the trail was long,
narrow, and seemed to lead down into an endless pit.
    Anika’s eyes glowed, lighting everything in
front of her with a focused beam of intense pink. She drew in a
deep breath and started in a run toward the trail. “The Caverns!”
she shouted loudly.
    Just as she was about to run right off the
edge of the trail, there was a faint pop, and she vanished into
thin air.
    When she rematerialized, she was standing at
the entrance to a massive black cave. She glanced back just to make
sure that no one was around, and then scanned the cave with her
glowing eyes.
    Upon sufficient confirmation that she was
alone, she proceeded cautiously into the cave, where the need for
the additional light suddenly ceased. The