Seven: Moving On
The black-and-blue light danced upwards like a geyser and then seemed to be sucked downwards, towards the books.
”No!” Trinner Traln shouted. Raizel glanced at him just in time to see him jerk away from Esterzon Gorenz and dart towards the idol.
The blue-black light seemed to suck him in. No, sucked in a portion of him, a light like that from the idol. It pulled out a Trinner-Traln-shaped shadow of strange mystical light and the whole thing was sucked into one of the tomes.
The specter was there in front of Raizel again. “Finally,” it croaked. It settled atop Trinner Traln – and was gone.
Among the tools in the chest was a flint and steel. Raizel lit a small fire and burnt all of the tomes, watching as the flames danced black and blue, stinking of evil.
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