Night of Nyx (The Nightfall Chronicles 2.5) by Karpov Kinrade Page A
Authors: Karpov Kinrade
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Varian, she moves slowly, and he wonders at her motive. Is this a last feeble attempt at freedom, or is this something more? A plan?
And then he remembers a tale. A tale of a Nephilim who could order others to do its bidding. Order them with a touch.
So, this is the reason behind her success.
It will not serve her here.
Varian brings down his sword.
And cuts off her hand.
She collapses, frozen. And then her eyes meet her hand. It lays beside her, limp and pale. She screams. Her face becomes one of death. Varian has seen it before, on the battlefield, on soldiers who realize their life is over. It comes right before the darkness takes them.
It is time to end this. Varian lifts the pommel of his sword, ready to knock her unconscious. He strikes.
He stops.
The ground below him is burning, turning red. He jumps away as the floor turns to ash, and Nyx flies through the dust.
***
Zorin’s dark sword clashes with Varian's silver blade.
Trix melted the roof of her room, providing them with a way to Nightfall. Now, while he distracts Varian, Trix will get Nightfall out. Even if he can’t win. Even if he dies, Nightfall will be safe.
The thought fills him with peace.
He parries Varian’s blade. They land and dash across the room, never standing still, weaving around each other.
"Nyx. You look different without your armor," Varian says.
"Nyx is dead," Zorin growls.
"Not yet," Varian says. "But he will be soon."
Trix helps Nightfall walk over to a barricaded window, and Trix uses her powers to burn a hole to the outside. They are almost free. Soon, Zorin can stop fighting. Soon, it will be over.
"N, you need to fly us out of here," Trix says.
Nightfall pauses. She looks at Zorin and he hesitates, Varian using the distraction to strike him in the chest. Pain burns through him.
Leave, he tries to yell, but he is struck again, and his jaw clenches shut.
"He'll follow us," Trix says. "N, we need to go now."
Surely, Varian has reinforcements on the way. Nightfall needs to leave now. But he can see it, in her eyes. She won’t go without him. Stubborn girl.
It is why he chose her for this. Why he chose her to lead.
She cares for others more than herself. She cares for Zorin.
And he…
He cares for her.
You can still save us, Scarlett. You may not be stronger than Varian, but you are smarter. That is why you will win.
Her eyes dash around the room. She is thinking, planning. Zorin will give her more time. He fights harder, faster. Varian may be more skilled, but he is fighting for himself. Zorin fights for others. He moves through the Way of Erebus, rage filling him. And then, he switches to the Way of Nyx, the simplest of the forms. It catches Varian off guard, and Zorin strikes a blow.
The King stumbles, then attacks. His movements are quick. Quicker than Zorin can follow. This is the end.
And then he hears her voice.
“Evie,” she says, "hack into all the eScreens. Play my conversations with Varian."
An eScreen in the room lights up and speakers throughout the city boom with Nightfall's voice. "You'd use innocents to lure me? You'd lie to your people?"
In the video, Varian chuckles. "The people are pawns, and I their King. I will manipulate them again and again to win." The video loops. People yell in protest.
And Varian hesitates.
It's only a split second. But it's enough.
Zorin pulls away from the battle. He grabs Trix and Nightfall. And he carries them into the sky.
CHAPTER 12
"Do you have them? Are they safe?" TR's voice blasts into Zorin's ear as he flies.
"Yes. Meet us at the Cathedral."
"Trix?" TR asks into both Zorin and Trix's eGlass.
She answers. "I'm okay." There are tears in her voice. "But N. It's bad."
"Nightfall will be fine," Zorin says, hoping he speaks true.
Back at the Cathedral, Zorin carries Nightfall to his room. Trix hovers by the door. "What can I do?"
Zorin shakes his head. "Nothing. She needs my blood. It will take many hours."
Trix
And then he remembers a tale. A tale of a Nephilim who could order others to do its bidding. Order them with a touch.
So, this is the reason behind her success.
It will not serve her here.
Varian brings down his sword.
And cuts off her hand.
She collapses, frozen. And then her eyes meet her hand. It lays beside her, limp and pale. She screams. Her face becomes one of death. Varian has seen it before, on the battlefield, on soldiers who realize their life is over. It comes right before the darkness takes them.
It is time to end this. Varian lifts the pommel of his sword, ready to knock her unconscious. He strikes.
He stops.
The ground below him is burning, turning red. He jumps away as the floor turns to ash, and Nyx flies through the dust.
***
Zorin’s dark sword clashes with Varian's silver blade.
Trix melted the roof of her room, providing them with a way to Nightfall. Now, while he distracts Varian, Trix will get Nightfall out. Even if he can’t win. Even if he dies, Nightfall will be safe.
The thought fills him with peace.
He parries Varian’s blade. They land and dash across the room, never standing still, weaving around each other.
"Nyx. You look different without your armor," Varian says.
"Nyx is dead," Zorin growls.
"Not yet," Varian says. "But he will be soon."
Trix helps Nightfall walk over to a barricaded window, and Trix uses her powers to burn a hole to the outside. They are almost free. Soon, Zorin can stop fighting. Soon, it will be over.
"N, you need to fly us out of here," Trix says.
Nightfall pauses. She looks at Zorin and he hesitates, Varian using the distraction to strike him in the chest. Pain burns through him.
Leave, he tries to yell, but he is struck again, and his jaw clenches shut.
"He'll follow us," Trix says. "N, we need to go now."
Surely, Varian has reinforcements on the way. Nightfall needs to leave now. But he can see it, in her eyes. She won’t go without him. Stubborn girl.
It is why he chose her for this. Why he chose her to lead.
She cares for others more than herself. She cares for Zorin.
And he…
He cares for her.
You can still save us, Scarlett. You may not be stronger than Varian, but you are smarter. That is why you will win.
Her eyes dash around the room. She is thinking, planning. Zorin will give her more time. He fights harder, faster. Varian may be more skilled, but he is fighting for himself. Zorin fights for others. He moves through the Way of Erebus, rage filling him. And then, he switches to the Way of Nyx, the simplest of the forms. It catches Varian off guard, and Zorin strikes a blow.
The King stumbles, then attacks. His movements are quick. Quicker than Zorin can follow. This is the end.
And then he hears her voice.
“Evie,” she says, "hack into all the eScreens. Play my conversations with Varian."
An eScreen in the room lights up and speakers throughout the city boom with Nightfall's voice. "You'd use innocents to lure me? You'd lie to your people?"
In the video, Varian chuckles. "The people are pawns, and I their King. I will manipulate them again and again to win." The video loops. People yell in protest.
And Varian hesitates.
It's only a split second. But it's enough.
Zorin pulls away from the battle. He grabs Trix and Nightfall. And he carries them into the sky.
CHAPTER 12
"Do you have them? Are they safe?" TR's voice blasts into Zorin's ear as he flies.
"Yes. Meet us at the Cathedral."
"Trix?" TR asks into both Zorin and Trix's eGlass.
She answers. "I'm okay." There are tears in her voice. "But N. It's bad."
"Nightfall will be fine," Zorin says, hoping he speaks true.
Back at the Cathedral, Zorin carries Nightfall to his room. Trix hovers by the door. "What can I do?"
Zorin shakes his head. "Nothing. She needs my blood. It will take many hours."
Trix
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