When his vision returned Maynard found himself floating in a vat of fluid. His body was tingling all over, but he could see in the corner of his vision that his health sat comfortably back at its maximum – 18. The slight movements of him returning to consciousness seemed to activate something, as within seconds the fluid that surrounded him …

Behind him Kara shouted out, “Ram, Duck!” Not daring to glance back, Maynard sank onto one knee and hid behind his shield entirely as a massive fireball shot through the air above him and landed directly on one of the cultists, immolating them and lighting up the night like a bonfire. There was an outcry amongst the cultists as they …

Kara groaned and interrupted, “You’ve had to explain this to me enough sis, lemme try. So time’s relative right? Different people have different perceptions of it, it speeds up and slows down depending on mass and speed etcetera.” “Einstein’s theory of relativity right?” “Exactly – well let me blow your mind; time travel to the past is not possible. Ringbearers …

He continued to head towards the meeting point, with each sway of his shoulder causing sharp pain to lance through his entire upper body, all the while his right arm hung limply by his side. His progress was slow, but barring a few more errant shots that flew vaguely in his direction, Maynard was left alone by the combatants from …

As he slid down against the tree that he was hiding in the shadow of, Maynard dismissed the pop up and saw that the one figure he had been dreading the entire time he was fleeing had finally caught up. The head cultist exited the tunnel and glanced around frowning, before turning back to a figure who did not appear …

After racking his brains for several moments, he began turning back to tell Kara he could not come up with anything that would allow them to survive that creature. However before he could speak there was a rustling as the congregation began exiting the hall. He bit his tongue, swallowing all sorts of expletives and instead moved to hug both …

The path continued in a straight line towards the mass of people, but as Maynard approached them he began to notice some things that he found rather concerning. First – there seemed to be two or perhaps three figures at the head of the congregation. They were the furthest from him initially, so he had not seen them when he …

As Tara finished sealing up the entrance to the mausoleum, Kara turned to Maynard and said, “You know Mayn, this has been a pretty disappointing end to the mission so far.” “Are you kidding? We’re being chased by cultists for who knows what reason, and have had to organise making an entrance into their base.” “I mean sure, but we’ve …

As if unbidden, the previously locked door swung open – revealing a musty path underground lined with bunting made of spiderwebs and alcoves filled with dust and weathered bones. Bugs skittered around the disturbed entryway, darting in and out of the moonlight that seeped in over the trio’s shoulders. They walked through the door and Tara motioned for them to …

Five minutes later, Tara had wiped the tears off her face and was sitting on her bed, facing Maynard. She was wearing a dour expression but was silent as she held the cloak in her hands. As she twisted the cloak round in her hands, her chest heaved as if there was something on the tip of her tongue but …