The Demon Spirit
Chapter One
Elbryan Wyndon collected his wooden chair and his precious mirror
and moved to the mouth of the small cave. He blinked as he pulled
the blanket aside, surprised to see that the dawn was long past.
Climbing out of the hole seemed no easy task for a man of Elbryan's
size, with his six-foot-three-inch muscular frame, but with the
agility given him in years of training with the lithe elves of
Caer'alfar, he had little trouble navigating the course.
He found his companion Jilseponie, Pony, awake and about, gathering
up their bedrolls and utensils. Not so far away, the great horse
Symphony nickered and stomped at sight of Elbryan, and that image of
the stallion would have given most men pause. Symphony was tall, but
not the least bit lanky, with a powerful, muscled chest, a coat so
black and smooth over those rippling muscles that it glistened in
the slightest light, and eyes that projected profound intelligence.
A white diamond-shaped patch showed on the horse's head, above the
intelligent eyes, but other than that and a bit of white on the
forelegs, the only thing that marred the perfect black coat was a
turquoise gemstone, the link between Symphony and Elbryan, magically
set in the middle of the horse's chest.
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