The City of the Dark Gods
The sky darkened as Prince Ysandir and his knight Gareth entered the City of the Dark Gods. Only blackness remained beyond the North Gate. The desert sand had disappeared; inside the City the streets were paved in black. The horses’ hooves made a dull frightening crack with every step closer to the Temple.
Then the smell hit them.
The heads of the dead were dangling from the alien buildings, a ghoulish touch to the beautiful and intricately carved timbers. Amongst them was the wizened head of the Prince’s father, King Naxan.
‘My father has given his life for our people. We will not fail.’
‘No, my Lord. Your father lacked magic. Our magic will defeat these Dark Ones.’
Their horses’ hooves were silent. The Temple loomed before them.
‘Prince Ysandir? You would enter our sacred domain?’
From a balcony carved from glassy stone, a black figure stood, finger pointing at the young men.
‘Aye, demon, we enter to vanquish you and your Dark Ones.’
‘Come then, Prince. Your mortal weapons will not touch us.’
Gareth and the Prince dismounted and clasped strong hands. The magic flowed strong between them.
‘Mortal weapons, demon?’
Holding hands, they entered the Temple.