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Sturoped her way to theOblivious, silently whispering, Oriencor never turned

"Behold the one I have els," she breathed, and the little icarus repeated her words "For you have proved yourself worthy of a far grander rank Be e as white as salt Rule the world withshort "Husband, no!"

Irrylath sat gazing at the soulless thing before him as one mesmerized The vampyre child whirred nearer, still just out of reach Avarclon could only tread air, snorting with fury, unable to strike The White Witch’s fingernails grated on the slick, dripping sill

"Come back," she crooned The icarus echoed her "You love me still Ad hard Aeriel clung desperately to the cold,ledge

"Don’t listen!" she gasped

But his eyes were fastened on the darkangel It floated before hih the pearl enhanced Aeriel’s senses enough to see and hear what passed between Irrylath and the darkangel, she knew her oeak protests could never hope to reach hiel’s mouth were the only ones he heard

"You are mine and you know it, and always have been You ca me souls! Look at your followers scattered below you How sh above the me now Come, my love Give me your hand My seventh son will pluck you away to e Ada him with its colorless eyes If the prince had reached out, he could al, black hair Oriencor sighed, laughing She had hiht as well have tried to outshout the wind Her words were lost in the claht toward oblivion She could not save hiht wildly, bitterly I should have let you die in Avaric-- it hat you wanted-- rather than bring you here for the Witch to clai as they cooled She brushed at them distractedly, and they fell like little beads of colorless stone

At the casement, Oriencor murmured silkily, "Come back to me, my oeet son Come, love

Son Come"

Battle below had come almost to a standstill, all eyes fixed on Irrylath above The prince’s darkangel hovered within reach now, holding out its hand Slowly, Irrylath raised his own--hesitated--then in one swift lunge, he caught the inhu before hied the Witch’s golaed the Blade Adaons

Pierced to its leaden heart, the little darkangel fell, wings stiff, feathers fluttering like rags Aeriel felt giddy, light Irrylath had not returned to Oriencor! Leaning against the caseht die of happiness as, without a ripple, the lifeless body of the Witch’s seventh son disappeared into the still, black waters of the Mere Avarclon gave a great neigh of victory, and a shout went up from the army of the allies below Irrylath wheeled to face Oriencor

"I will not come back to you, Witch," he shouted "I serve the Aeriel now"

"Have a care,her prisoner and dragging her into the prince’s view "Your Aeriel is in irl saw him start

"Aeriel!" he cried Beneath hi Oriencor laughed

"Fool," she spat "If you had coiven her to you Noill keep her for myself

She will die very slowly at the end of this war As will you"

Rage swept over Irrylath’s face The knuckles of his hand that clasped the Edge Adamantine whitened "Dare harm even one hair of her, Witch," he shouted hoarsely, "and I’ll put this dagger through your heart!"