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One of the inventions he did not tell the Arch-Rike about was a soul-trapping stone Since the craft of the Paracelsus involved trapping spirits into perfor acts for a specified duration, he wondered if it would be possible to trap his own essence in a stone His own spirit, for lack of a better word He discovered the proper charm, a stone that was suitable for such an exercise, and crafted the small sculpted rock with the ancient Vaettir runes of power etched into it He kept it always in his pocket, easily within reach

When the Kishion had prepared to kill hi it with all his strength The force of his fingers had activated the ned to be But when the dagger had plunged excruciatingly into his back, he released his spirit into the stone, causing his body to collapse in the dirt Just like a dead man Any attempt to feel his pulse would indicate he had died

Fros to feel the Kishion leave He waited for goodthe pain would return instantly, he used the charony nearlyto flow again, sending dagger-pricks all over his body The wound was deep in hisheart would soon leave him dead There were no lesser spirits of Mirrowen in the Fear Liath’s lair As his eyes fluttered open and he felt hies, he su waterfall into his hand and invoked its power to bring him deep into the woods of Silvandom A memory of the place was all he needed It was a peaceful part of the woods, thick with friendly spirits

Please, he beckoned with his thoughts Please save me I am a friend of Mirrowen I release your trapped brethren

The spirits of Mirrowen attended hi the deadly wound

Tyrus lay in the feathery growth, breathing deeply again, experiencing the fading of the agony in his back The gash closed The blood ceased to drain He lay still, panting from the effort

He wanted the Arch-Rike to believe he was dead It would provide him tielands and the Arch-Rike himself

Phae heard the words frohter"

It was her father Tyrus of Kenatos Tyrus Paracelsus She stared at hi--hope Her father had survived the Kishion’s attack He was lihtly, she could see that, but he had survived It meant that the Kishion was not unstoppable

The Kishion slipped off the saddle, fast as a hawk He pulled Phae down, catching her before she sprawled on her face His arm was er appear in his other hand He did not stop her fro ownership of her

Tyrus held up his hand "If I had wanted to steal her from you, I would have waited in the tunnel and touched her as you passed by Hearin short puffs "I have orders to bring her to Kenatos"

"This is the only road to Kenatos," Tyrus said "With one word, I can collapse this tunnel and delay your journey back I am here to make you an offer I wish you to join us"

The Kishion snorted "I am loyal to the Arch-Rike You waste your breath"

Tyrus shook his head slowly Phae’s heart tre hiripped the Kishion’s aran to quake The dagger was near her She saw it poised, ready to plunge into her Please don’t kill ht

"I can help you," Tyrus said, his hand open cal to soothe a skittish horse "Let me tell you what I know about you It may be more than you know Here is my offer I kno your memories can be restored I can provide you the chance to learn who you really are and why the music from that little charher, keeping his arainst her side and she began shaking all over, her breath coasps

"How did you survive?" the Kishion deer went inside you You are not protected by ic at all," Tyrus replied "I know all of the types of spirits that can or have been harnessed, including the blade Iddawc I also know that the blade Iddawc can kill you It was designed to The Arch-Rike claimed that it would be used by you to kill others But it was invented to protect hiood reason"