The orb of power

The air around the orb crackled with so much energy, Perin was amazed it hadn’t burnt through the flimsy pedestal it sat on. “Where did you find it?” he asked his companion.

”I found it in the attic,” Rozin answered, enjoying the look of astonishment in Perin’s eyes.

“We looked there,” Perin said.

“I know. The old one was adamant, he said it again with his dying breath, so I looked again and there it was.”

“Have you contacted Shadowfox or Sicbur?”

“Why would I do that?”

“The orb is the immortal spirit of a Qileri, their friend. Sicbur is near death and wishes to say goodbye, we can give him that chance,” Perin answered.

“This is an Orb of Power. I feel sorry for the old dwarf, if he is truly dying, but have you any idea how much this thing is worth?”

“I do. We were paid for it, remember?”

“A pittance to what we can sell it for. They were playing us from the start, this is no more the essence of an immortal than I am a dwarf.”

“We gave our word of honour,” Perin reminded him, moving closer to the orb..

“You did, I just nodded, hoping it wouldn’t come to this,” Rozin said, throwing a dagger Perin hadn’t even seen him draw.

The force of it striking was so strong it propelled Perin forward, reaching out he knocked the orb from it’s pedestal.

“Ereleas,” he called out, the words appearing in his mind from his brief contact with the orb.

The orb rolled and fell, shattering on the floor beside Perin’s dying body. Lightening burst forth, striking everywhere but Perin. “Thank you, new friend.”

“You’re welcome, Elora,” Perin whispered, finding he meant it, regardless of what happened to him now.

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