Obsidian Ridge - Jess Lebow [66]
The day passed, and finally they were ready to speak the last few words of the spell that would bind their souls, their spirits, and their life-forces together-bringing them immortality. Xeries and Shylby stood over a large stone altar in the middle of the room. It was filled with water, and they looked down at the reflections of themselves.
They were so young, and both so beautiful. Shylby with her long, honey-colored hair, tied up now in braids. Her smooth porcelain skin, unbroken and unblemished. Her eyes were pure blue, like a clear sky on a new summer day.
He too was quite handsome. His chin covered in trimmed, brown hair. His face tanned from the sun. His eyes clear and kind, a peaceful man with only love in his heart.
Shylby gave him that same smile as they moved to the final stage of the spell, speaking the words in unison.
Bind us heart and soul Bring us together as one Neither living apart
Our love the string that ties us May we live forever together Or live not at all apart Magic swirled around the barn. Mores of light lifted from the censers. Scents and sounds filled every corner. Their spell was reaching its climax, growing in intensity just before it would break and wash over them both.
Like a wedding ceremony, the two lovers were to speak their devotion to each other, then kiss, consecrating their immortal love.
"I shall be with you forever," they said to each other. "Or I shall die-".
The door to the barn burst open. _
Startled by the sound, Xeries turned to see a man, his body lit from behind by the late afternoon sun.
"Alone," said Shylby, her voice intoning the last word of the spell without his.
Xeries heart froze. He had failed to speak the word in unison, and the ritual was broken.
The next few moments were a blur to him. He remembered hearing Shylby scream. The torrent of loose magical energy lifted him into the air. He felt himself thrashed around, then as if he were gripped from the inside by a million hands, his body bent and disfigured. His back bowed. His face grew boils. His chest caved in. His arms stretched, and his knees knocked together.
He dropped back to the floor, every inch of his body wracked with pain. He squirmed on the ground, trying to claw his way out of his own skin. But it was no use. There was nowhere for him to go.
When the pain began to subside, Xeries tried to move, but he could not get to his feet.
"Shylby! Shylby, are you hurt?" His words sounded strange, as if both he and Shylby were speaking them at the same time.
Shylby lay on the floor beside the stone, water-filled altar. One look at the love of his life, and Xeries found a new level of misery. The aches in his own flesh were nothing compared to the torment he felt over seeing Shylby, her face and body turned nearly inside out. She twisted and flopped, writhing in pain, her mouth agape, open for a perpetual scream that never came out.
Pulling himself across the rough wooden floor to lie beside her, Xeries scooped Shylby up in his arms. Her beautiful honeyed hair had fallen from her head in huge clumps, leaving weeping bald flesh in its place. The smooth, perfect skin on her face had been tortured and burned. Huge blisters consumed every inch, covering her eyes and nose. She tried to touch her face, but she no longer had fingers. Her arms were warped, and her hands had melted into little more than smooth stumps.
Watching her struggle was the most horrific thing Xeries had ever endured. Not in his wildest nightmares could he imagine feeling so powerless, so tormented. Shylby's pain seeped into him, more every moment, and it was then that he knew that nothing worse could ever happen t3" him. Nothing he could ever experience could be as bad as this.
Unable to see him, talk, or touch, Shylby flailed for a moment longer. Her ruined hands found his neck, and she pulled herself as best as she could up against him. She labored to breathe, moving her mouth with tremendous effort. She gasped,