Eye of the Oracle

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Book: Eye of the Oracle by Bryan Davis Read Free Book Online
Authors: Bryan Davis
Tags: Fantasy
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    Makaidos raised his head, blinking his eyes at the falling rain. “What happened?”
    Thigocia pulled her tail from the puddle and flicked a stream of water at him. “It is about time you woke up,” she said, attempting a smile. “We are trying to figure out how to use the Ovulum to defend the ark. The sorceress is attacking, and she has new powers.” Thigocia extended her neck to get a closer look at the eye. It seemed to be speaking, though the words penetrated her mind rather than her ears. The voice was sad, almost mournful, as it chanted a lament.
    A stream, a flow, a cleansing flood,
    The tide that sweeps away our sin,
    Is not of water, nor of earth.
    The flood must purge our souls within.
    The aura surrounding the orb swelled, covering the two brothers in brilliant scarlet robes of light that made their bodies look like pulsing beacons.
    Today begins a worldly wash,
    For man has lost the Eden way,
    Regarding demons as his gods,
    And dark of night he calls the day.
    An ark, a savior from the wrath,
    Foretells of yet another flood.
    A king will build an ark of faith
    And purge our hearts with holy blood.
    The red glow engulfed the entire ark, creating a massive shield, and as it expanded, tentacles of scarlet light spread over its surface, slapping at anything within reach. Morgan and company drew back, their eyes widening.
    Now take the orb and with a prayer
    Release it to the weeping skies.
    The gates of hell will seize their souls
    And earth will bleed while heaven cries.
    And then arise, defend the ark,
    Protect it from the lightning stroke.
    The patriarch shall wave the sword
    And summon heaven’s shielding cloak.
    The prophet’s eye is never lost.
    It travels now to worthy maids,
    Secure within the hands of love,
    Returning where a curse is laid.
    While Japheth and Shem continued to gape at the eye, the orb’s glow and spindly arms slowly contracted. Its aura sank below the roof of the top deck quarters. Morgan pointed at the ark and spread her arms once again as new lightning bolts formed on the surface of her dome shield.
    Thigocia yelled, “Throw the Ovulum! Didn’t you hear the song?”
    Japheth’s gaze shifted between her and the orb. “Song? What song?”
    “It came from the eye! It said ‘release it to the weeping skies.’ Throw it now! As high as you can!”
    Arramos clutched Japheth’s wrist. “Thigocia, the eye is a living orb, not a youngling’s plaything. We cannot afford to lose it.”
    “Trust me,” Thigocia roared. “I heard what it said!”
    Japheth and Shem stood motionless, their gazes riveted again on the Ovulum. The orb swelled, as if absorbing its own glow. As the shielding aura sank, nearly exposing their heads, the Ovulum expanded to the size of a grapefruit, red and throbbing.
    The top of the ark was now exposed. A new lightning bolt zapped the roof, igniting a tiny fire.
    With a quick swipe of her claws, Thigocia snatched the Ovulum from Japheth and leaped into the sky, her wings fighting heavy winds. Another lightning bolt streaked by, barely missing her head. Fighting a downburst of rain, she placed the Ovulum on the end of her tail and slung the orb into the clouds. The red glow followed, completely unveiling the ark, and disappeared from sight in the turbulent blackness above.
    Thigocia hurried back to the deck. Morgan and the Watchers now stood at the precipice of the trench, a mere thirty feet from the bow of the ark. Morgan screamed a battle cry. The demons and Nephilim replied with guttural roars.
    Sparks flew from Makaidos’s mouth, sprinkling Thigocia’s face. “What have you done?!”
    “I obeyed the eye! It is not my fault you were deaf to its song.”
    Arramos thumped his tail on the deck. “Quiet! Do not behave like younglings!” He lowered his voice. “Thigocia, did the Ovulum say anything else?”
    “Yes.” She nudged the sword with her foreleg. “The patriarch is supposed to protect the ark with the

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