The Second Prophecy (Part 1 of the Dragdani Prophecies) Read Online Free PDF

and
was almost across when she turned to see were the others were. She
saw that John’s wand was about to fall out of his right trouser
pocket. It was hanging by only a thread.
    “ JOHN YOUR
WAND,” she shouted.
    The
Wizard-Elf reached down, but just before he could grasp it, it
fell. He leaned over and stretched out to catch it but lost his
balance and fell off of the bridge. Helen saw it all as though in
slow motion. However, to her complete and utter surprise, John did
not fall too far. In fact, it looked to Helen that he had hit
ground. He stood up and picked up his wand and continued as if
nothing had occurred.
    Helen was
standing there with her hands over her mouth, and although she was
naturally pale, she was now as white as a sheet with her hands and
very arms quivering.
    “ What’s
wrong?” asked John.
    “ I thought
you were going to fall,” said Helen with a twinge of distress still
in her voice.
    “ You can’t
fall down there. It’s just an illusion,” said John tapping has foot
on the invisible ground. When he said that, her color started to
return though her hands continued to rattle.
    They
proceeded to walk across the rest of the bridge.
    “ Why is the
illusion there?” she asked.
    “ The re’s no real reason for it,
but it looks better than an ordinary dark dank room, don’t you
think?” said a strange voice.
    “ I think so,”
said John.
    Helen spun
round to see who else was there, but she saw no one.
    “ What is it?”
asked John.
    “ Who were you
agreeing with?”
    “ Me,” said a
man’s grainy voice.
    “ I, too,
agree completely. You should have seen it before they put the
illusion there,’ said a younger, smoother man’s voice.
    “ Oh terrible,
terrible,” said a young woman’s voice.
    “ Yes
terrible,” said another woman.
    “ Who’s saying
that?” asked Helen.
    “ Turn around,
Normal; we’re right here,” said the first voice.
    Helen turned
to face the wall closest to her, and there on a shelf carved into
the stone were four head statuettes, two male, two female, two
young, and two old.
    “ Be careful
what you say. Need I remind you that this is the new King and his
Queen?” said Delsani sternly.
    “ So you are
King Jastark. Ha! Ha! I knew it! Didn’t I always say that there was
something special about that boy?” asked the older male statue with
the grainy voice.
    “ Yes, it’s
true, and I would like to think so, too, after all the times we
helped with his homework,” said the younger male.
    “ Who...what
are you?” asked Helen inquisitively.
    They all
looked at the young woman intensely.
    “ Well, have you ever! After all
the times we helped him, he’s never even mentioned us. There’s
gratitude for you,” said the older female’
    “ We are
representations of the first of four Wizards and Witches to
liberate these towers from the Dark Lord who once lived here,” said
the elder male, not paying attention to his compatriot, “As for who
we are, or should I say were. The name’s Anret. Nice to meet
you.”
    “ My name is
Gerov,” said the elder female statue.
    “ Salonuith,”
said the young male.
    “ Cajui is the
name,” said the younger female, bowing her head a little, which
almost tipped her over in the process, but she quickly caught her
balance again.
    “ Well, you know ours,” said Anret,
“so I ask you, fair Queen, what is your name?”
    “ Helen.”
    “ What a
beautiful Normal name,” Salonuith said sarcastically.
    The younger
female statue sniggered.
    “ Hail Queen
Helen of the Normals,” said Salonuith.
    “ That’s
enough out of you!” said Delsani furiously.
    The statue
threw the Wizard a disgusted look, as though he had just tried to
eat a jar of raw pickles.
    “ I’m sure he
didn’t mean anything by it, Delsani,” said Helen.
    “ Helen’s
right. Besides, the statue of Salonuith was made when he was a
young Ves-Guard, before he turned dark,” John assured Delsani. “He
helped me out more times than I can count