The Three Furies (Erec Rex) Read Online Free PDF Page B

Damon, and Dollick becoming kings. How could people fall for that? Can't they see that the Stain triplets are rotten to the core? It's such a joke. If they really became the three new rulers of Alypium, Ashona, and Aorth, they would hand their scepters to Baskania, and he would go mad with power and destroy the world. Try to tell people that, though, and they think you're crazy.
    I'm glad you're okay. I really miss hanging out with you and Jack. I haven't seen him in a while. You should forget about revenge, though. It's only going to make things worse for you, I think.
    Your friend always ,
    Erec
    Erec put the letter into the snail's shell, then looked out the window. Rosco would take the letter from Oscar and trace it minutes
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    after he got it. Unless he wanted Baskania paying him a visit, Erec thought he had better send it from somewhere else.
    Cutie Pie, Bethany's fluffy pink kitten, pounced onto the window sill and looked at him suspiciously.
    "Have you seen Bethany, Cutie Pie? Do you know where she went?"
    The cat put a paw on the window and looked outside.
    "She was captured by Baskania, kitty. We have to save her." Erec felt dumb talking to a cat, but Cutie Pie was pretty smart. Maybe she would help in some way.
    Cutie Pie stared at Erec for a second and then darted through the open window. In a moment she was tearing toward Alypium. For a moment, Erec considered following her. But chasing a cat didn't seem promising, so he wished her luck instead.
    Erec found the Port-O-Door in his father's house and randomly picked a city called Clalm, the first place he saw on the map of Otherness. He tossed the snail that held his letter to Oscar onto the red soil of Clalm and watched it disappear into the earth.
    What would he do about Bethany? He could not face the reality that he was probably too late. Was he just going to sit here and accept that she was captured and dead? No. He had to do something. . . .
    Maybe his father would know what to do. He found Jam and asked, "Is my dad here?" It still sounded strange referring to King Piter as his father. That truth had been hidden from him since he was too young to remember.
    Jam cleared his throat and whispered, "It's best you go alone, sir. He has been having a bit of a tough time. I'll make some snacks for your brothers and sisters."
    The king sat on his throne in a smaller version of Castle Alypium's throne room. A few tapestries hung on the walls, and ornate leaded windows made the room sparkle. The throne itself was
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    immense. Solid gold, it must have been fifteen feet high, studded with gems. Pearl inlays and carvings decorated the sides and back in what looked like strange languages, and a huge diamond, the size of a bicycle wheel, was embedded in the center of its high back.
    A big, rough stone, the Lia Fail, sat at the base of the throne. This magical chunk of rock was said to scream in the presence of the true king during a coronation. Erec, in fact, had seen it happen. During a coronation ceremony, the thing had once screamed for him.
    Chains hung loosely around the king, holding him in his seat. His hair had grown a pale yellow, and his skin hung loose off of his frame. The king looked so sickly and frail that Erec almost didn't recognize him. Distracted, he stared in wonder at something in the long arm of the chair. Erec saw the king's scepter there, resting in a slot that had been created for it. The chains held King Piter's arms back from the scepter, just allowing one of his fingers to graze against its edge.
    For a moment, Erec forgot all about the king. His entire being was drawn to the scepter. Its ornate gems and patterned, carved gold called to him, waking all of his old desires for it. The scepter's powerful magic had felt so amazing when he had used it before. It had sent jolts of electricity and power through him, leaving him with deep cravings for that feeling to happen again. His mouth watered, looking at the thing. It did not help that it was his