Power Relic

Chapter Forty Two: The Roar Of Siamisha

Carlyle still held a firm grip on Sam, with a deep breath and with all of his anger and rage he let out a very loud and threatening roar. But Sam was not phased by this and he too breathed in very deeply.

Sam let out a large roar.

He had inexplicably done so many times before. However this time his roar was many times greater. It not only out did Carlyle's, in fact it shook the entire throne room. Afterwards all was silent.

The Protolians and the Grotesques backed away from the shield, the fire that was raging had calmed and so had the breathing of the old Tigris. Even Carlyle was shocked by Sam's powerful roar and there was a silence that lasted what felt like ages until an as yet unheard voice broke it.

"Oh for a roar like thunder, and the claws to scratch the itch of strife!"

Carlyle heard the voice but he did not know where it came from. It was familiar to him but a voice he had not heard in a very long time.

He let go of Sam and though he could not see who was speaking it was as if he recognized the voice, he proceeded to kneel towards the voice and lowered his head. Everyone wondered what had gotten into him, they looked at who he knelt in the direction of.

It was the old Tigris who lay on the floor dying, he was the one that was speaking.

"When the one who has no sight suddenly sees

after losing all senses amid the turmoil of the

trouble that fills the air, drowning all of our souls

in hopelessness. How can we withstand it?

Why when this thunderous roar blast do you now not see

it's royal distinction?"

"King Lyrandal! I hear you! I can see you!" Carlyle exclaimed.

His eyes were back to normal, The blinding baton was so close to his eyes it should have been enough to blind him for a week. However his sight had returned, he was thankful.

A light shone from King Lyrandal, one that Reegan recognized was ethereal.

"We found him Sam!" Reegan said. A tear came down his face, Reegan could see Lyrandal was close to death.

"King LyrAndal. . . . Andruin cursed him with madness I hid it until the day he disappeared from Catlinburg," Tafficious explained to everyone as he knelt next to the Old Tigris.

"I am cured! I am cured of the hideous deed that originated

from the minds of those who intend to hide from accountability

to the higher power. When a roar of tremendous fury shakes the

foundation of Tiyamat, of Earth, and beyond!

Will the nations of Sol band together to fight against the plague that

spreads? 

When even as the demons of hell are laughing!

When with a roar so powerful that even I LyrAndal awaken to heed it's call?"

Candillice did not believe them as she remembered her grandfather was a large and strong Tigris with a deep and proud voice not this old Tigris that had withered away in a dungeon for so many years. Still to her there was something about his voice and she moved in to have a closer look. She gazed on his face. She remembered her granfather's eyes.

It was by his eyes that she knew him.

"Grandfather?" Candillice asked. She grabbed his hand and cried.

The old Tigris coughed again and appeared to be in great pain.

"Granddaughter! You are Prophetigress now I see. . . but where is the ring?"

Candillice turned to the ring of the Prophetigress that was on the floor. King LyrAndal looked to see where the ring was placed.

"I was, I tried. . . . But I have failed," she replied.

"Candillice I am here now and I see you have grown. . . . .

Be it not that I was robbed of these many years to be

here for you. But you have done well, very well!"

Candillice both smiled and cried at the same time. She felt proud to hear her Grandfather say she had done well. But she still did not see how as in her mind she had failed in every task the Great Spirit asked of her.

"Sam come to me by my side for I have my thanks to

give you. It was you who found and awakened me!"

Sam stepped toward the LyrAndal and he allowed him to place his paw on his forehead.

An intense glow emitted from LyrAndal's paw to Sam's head.

"Within you I sense a hidden strength. . . . 

Yes! There you are! I see you now! Who you truly are!"

With his paw on Sam's forehead he began to whisper, he coughed so much it was apparent to everyone how weak he had become. What energy he had bestowed to Sam it appeared that it was the last of his life energy.

The old Tigris fell over and breathed his last. King LyrAndal was dead.

Candillice screamed as the others gathered to say good bye.

For Candillice it was a devastating blow as this day she had lost both her Mother, Father and Grandfather and soon in her mind would be the end of her life, or beginning a life of slavery. It depended on what the Grotesques and mind controlled Protolians had plans for.

"She killed him! She killed my Grandfather!" Candillice cried.

Everyone was sad as they looked down at LyrAndal's body. Everyone but Sam who held is head high. He looked himself over after LyrAndal's hand fell from his forehead.

But whatever stopped the Grotesques and Protolians from attacking the barrier had ended as they continued their attempts to take down the shield relics barrier. It was only a matter of time until Adimniss would have them all within her cold grasp.