The Fated Swords (Mystics of V'nairia #1) Read Online Free PDF

city.” Kerra asked. They could feel something was off, they knew Vallus better than anyone and that wasn’t him. “Look Zander its coming!” Kerra shouted pointing to a hellhound running towards them.
    Zander drew Ivory from its scabbard and waited for the beast to come closer. “Lightning Art: Thunder Crash!” a voice shouted summoning a bolt of lightning that struck the beast paralyzing it.
    “Mother, you’re here.” Kerra said.
    Kiarra came running out towards them. Growing up Kerra was always frightened when her mother became angry; she always said her mother shouting sounded like thunder crashing down. “Are you two alright?” she asked them. Zander walked over to the hellhound and thrusted his sword into its skull and they watched as it turned to ash and was swept away by the wind.
    “Yes were fine.” Zander said.
    “Where is Vallus? Where did these demons come from?” Kerra’s mother asked. It was hard for them to even think about let alone even say it out loud.
    “The beasts were summoned by Vallus; he’s in the square fighting his father. We don’t know what’s going on either.” Kerra explained.
    “It must have started with the coma, something just isn’t right.” Zander said.
    Kiarra thought for a moment on what they should do, “We will go to the square, leave the hounds to the guard.” She said. They ran off toward the square to find Vallus and his father. Hopefully they weren’t too late.
     
    Vallus had jumped out of the office window and met his father on the ground below, Vallerus’ clothes were burned but he had received no damage from the flames or the fall. He was a master of flame magicks and was impervious to them, Vallus had forgotten.
    “Well I knew that wouldn’t have finished you, being my old man I know you have quite the few tricks up your sleeve.” Vallus laughed.
    “For the good of my kingdom Vallus I swear upon my life I will kill you if I must.” His father stated.
    Vallus rubbed the handle of his sword against his head, “Well if you want to go ahead and offer up your life so easily I won’t turn you away.” Vallus said.
    Vallerus needed to think of a solution quickly, he didn’t want to kill his own flesh and blood but also didn’t want to see his people dying. This was his kingdom; his responsibility was to protect it no matter what the cost. “Then there is no stopping you, I will just have to put an end to you here.” He told his son.
    “Then I shall give you a going away gift, Demonic Art: Greater Demon!” Vallus shouted. It was the same summoning style as before, except for this time Vallus had summoned a giant demon with fangs, giant horns, and a razor-sharp tail. “Kill him” Vallus commanded the beast.
    It charged at the judge, extending its long claws trying to strike him. Luckily for Vallerus the beast was slower than he was; all except for the tail which came at him so fast he didn’t have time to block it. The barbs on the tail had dug into his skin and ripped across his side. He regained his composure, leapt into the air and with once swift motion severed the demons arm.
    “You won’t defeat my friend here with such normal tactics.” Vallus said smiling. Vallerus looked back to the beast whose arm had grown back.
    “It can regenerate parts of its body; it looks like I’m going to have to use that technique.” He thought to himself. He placed to fingers in front of his face, and suddenly his sword vanished. “Enough games I will finish this now!” he shouted. Vallus’ expression had not changed, he was hell bent on destroying his father.
      Zander and the others had made their way to the square, and saw the beast that the Supreme Judge was battling.
    “What the hell is that thing?” Zander asked.
    “It’s a greater demon, far more powerful than the hellhounds.” Kerra said. She had learned all about different types of demons and other creatures from the many books in the Capitals library. Her mother had taught her