Mizara Khan cursed her own foolishness.
Instead of competing in the Palio series and winning one of those ruby necklaces she had chosen to attempt to regain her lost treasure from the Void. It was a risky strategy and she had failed. Not only failed but placed her own health into a precarious state. Badly weakened her only recourse was to bathe herself in blood.
Thick dark blood in the depths of a dungeon no-one but the very very cleverest, strongest and bravest could ever hope to enter.
Nathan looked down at the blood pouring from the wound in his side and cursed his misfortune. He had been tracking Mizara for some time but never close enough to capture her or even attempt an assasination. She had disappeared into the Black Moongate and he had followed. A bad mistake for as soon as he entered the Void he was attacked, impaled with a monstrous horn through his side and fallen back through the Black Moongate almost in an instant.
The Black Moongate disappeared in a blink and his quarrie was gone. Again.
The newcomer looked down at Nathan with a curious mixture of respect, love and fear. With his help she placed him on her horse and took him off to a safe-house. Before he passed out from pain he whispered a few words into her ear.
So she was going to have to tell the Royal Guard the information and hope they were up to this task.
