wilted daisies | part 3 | sacrifice
His body was waning.
But he was making strides.
The screams of his enemies surrounded him as he shot a quick gaze toward Tess.
She still held the portal-blocking spell.
And with every enemy that rushed him, another stood in front of the spellcaster to protect her.
But he had a single-minded focus to reach her, and he would not be denied.
His extraordinary gift with wards was the only reason he still stood, and he’d learned over the years how to turn them into weapons. His shield would block, then capture the spells thrown at him, so that he could shove them into the face of his attacker. It was a gory, brutal power that threw the spell back with double the power while cocooning the unfortunate soul in the ward that quickly grew smaller and smaller until it crushed the body within.
Unless you could break the ward, there was no escape.
He’d thrown out six of those already, and he was drained.
Two werewolves were on him now, their massive claws ripping into his stomach and chest, but he kept on. A quick dodge thanks to elemental air magic and one beast took care of another by ripping off his friend’s head. That was a close one.
Enraged, the surviving werewolf charged him. Morrow stumbled and fell to the ground, but quickly turned that to his advantage by spelling a rock with a nice little bomb. One throw later and he was dodging beast guts.
But then blue fire was flying his way. Bad idea, hadn’t the spellcaster been paying attention? Or did the man think Morrow was running on empty? Sucks to be that dude, he’d clearly never met a man fighting for his child’s life.
The flames engulfed the man and his friend, at least the ward encasing them muted the horrifying screams.
Bodies were everywhere, and Morrow felt raw and empty as he stumbled, fighting consciousness. He would have fallen to the ground if not for the boulder beside him.
A boulder hiding Elsie.
Tess, alone now, moved forward with a smile, “At last, we are alone.”
He coughed, and blood poured from his mouth, “You went-” He had to pause to cough, “ -to a lot of trouble for little ole’ me.”
His voice was so weak that he was amazed she could even hear him.
“Ah, but you are the Sages Left Hand, you are worth the trouble, dear boy.”
Her voice was beautiful, a haunting melody that drew you into her very dark web.
He smirked, weakly, and only for a second, but it was there.
Her brow arched, “Arrogant, even now? I’ve heard of your hubris, surely by now you find it misplaced.”
But she was wrong. His every action this night had been for Elsie, and now, with Tess focused on him, and building sickening green magic in her hands, she was not thinking about blocking portal spells.
The repeating spell he’d placed on Elsie’s crystal would cycle through soon enough. if it already hadn’t, and she would be taken to safety. That was all he cared about.
Everything inside him calmed, as relief filled his entire being.
He’d done the impossible, he’d survived a horrifying attack that would have taken out most before half the enemies were down.
His baby girl was safe.
He could rest now.
But Kira.
His eyes closed for one moment as he let the image of her beautiful face fill his mind. He could have sworn, as he swayed and struggled to remain alert, that he heard her laughter, saw her smile before him, and smelled the fresh citrus scent she always wore. Was that her arms around him? No, he was getting delusional, but oh how he longed for her touch even now.
But Hedy.
He saw her cocky smirk, something she got from him. Heard her overly-confident little voice explaining her latest science experiment, saw her shoving wild curls off her face with annoyance.
Heartache nearly smothered him as he forced his eyes open.
Eyes that were clouded with pain and death.
“I’m the best there is, haven’t you heard?” Came his weak reply as he staggered toward the green haired witch. He needed to keep her distracted, just in case. Until he was one-thousand percent sure Elsie was gone.
But his knees gave out before he reached her.
The pain & blood loss so great he could not hold himself up any longer.
That’s when he heard the worst, and most beautiful, sound of his life.
“Daddy?”
His feeble head jerked up until he met eyes as blue as her mother’s.
He was horrified at the sight of her.
Without another thought, with more energy than he realized was still in his possession, Morrow threw out his hand and sent out a shield to her as Tess reared back with a spell that, for all he knew, would decimate his child.
“Go!” He screamed with a voice too raw to hold much power.
With everything he had, Morrow wrapped her in a protective ward that would allow escape.
His body fell hard onto the ground.
He had nothing left to give, knowing he’d sacrificed his last chance of escape for the child he would give a thousand lives for.
He heard the portal.
He heard Elsie’s scream of denial.
He heard Tess rage and curse his child’s escape.
Dark twisting magic slammed into his head with a crushing pain that stripped him of all that he was on this earth.
And as death gently called, promising rest for his warrior’s soul, Morrow smiled.
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