Slamming (Through Time 3)

Breslyn looked at Danté and said, “Radzia and Jazz will secure the Lugh Orb and you can see your father and Prince Trevor. How is that?”

“Oh aye, that is good,” she smiled at him.

Danté took Z into his arms and said softly, “Enfant, you won’t do what I won’t like, in my absence?”

Jazz heard the question, not the order and smiled to herself. She absolutely loved these Fae, all of them.

Z sighed and said, “How boring.”

“That is not an answer,” he said dropping a kiss on her full cherry lips.

“Danté sweetheart, I love you. Now go and save the Queen,” she beamed at him.

He shook his head and shifted off with Breslyn. As they left, Radzia turned and looked at Jazz with a shocked expression.

“Jazz, something is wrong! Just as Danté left, I thought I heard Trevor call for him.” She closed her eyes and the Orb appeared. She set it on the table and Jazz felt her insides start to shake because when Z asked for it to show her Deimne and Trevor, all they got was black smoke.

“I’m going to them,” Jazz said.

“Not without me, you are not!”

They shifted and the first vision they got was horrific.

The land was black and smoke filled the air. There was a stench that neither Jazz or Z had ever encountered.

There was no sign of Trevor. They heard a bellowing sound from above, like an animal going full throttle after its prey. They looked up and through the dark smoke, they saw Deimne flying a zigzag pattern as he tried to escape the Gorka while keeping it diverted from the village of Killarney.

For a moment, both Z and Jazz were taken aback by the unbelievable sight of the powerful three-eyed beast and then as it dawned on her that Deimne was scarcely holding his own, Jazz went into immediate action.

This beast was more than flesh and bone, it was magic. It was different than Fae, but it was magic all the same. Those that use magic, must pay a price, Jazz thought as she got ready to enact a price.

She concentrated all her thoughts into one and for a sec

ond she felt grossed out by the impact of the creature’s powers. She brought those powers to herself, collected it into a mass, and then with a sweeping breath of Fios turned Fae, she then returned that mighty magic full force against the beast.

She Slammed it with all the magic she had collected and added a pinch of her own. The Gorka was stunned first and then from the impact went reeling backward in the sky. It tumbled over itself as it plunged downward toward the earth.

That was when Jazz saw Pestale standing at the peak of a rolling foothill. He held something in his hand and Jazz concentrated her vision on that something.

She was surprised to discover that it was a pendant of some sort. It hung around his neck from an unusual gold chain. She watched Pestale as he chanted and pointed the pendant at the Gorka.

Suddenly, she felt what should have been an invisible netting encasing the Gorka and easing its descent. Then the beast vanished. No doubt Pestale had used the link he had created with the Pendant to shift the creature away.

She hadn’t a clue how it was done, but she knew not only with her human gut, but with her newly settled in Fae senses that this was the case. Then Pestale turned and his dark eyes met hers.

The hatred he felt was palpable.

Even at the huge distance that separated them, she saw and felt the look he gave her. If he could he would have killed her with that look..

He turned away from her abruptly and then when he regarded her again. She heard his words carried by the wind.

Black magic brought his voice and it surrounded her like a web that repelled and disgusted her with its intensity, “Fios, you will be mine, you will bend to my will, and you will do as I say…”

His voice seemed to swipe at her soul. It held so much confidence that what he had just told her would definitely come to pass. She felt her body shake with fear for Trevor. All at once she knew and her heart sank.

She knew it was a fact. Pestale had Trevor! He had somehow overpowered and taken Trevor.

This repeated itself in her mind and she could think of nothing else. Trevor was Pestale’s prisoner. Where was Trevor? Where had Pestale taken him? And how was she going to free him? She had to do something before it was too late.