As Malachi ran deeper into the mine, he could hear Shaniah following behind him. The Old Ones had sent her to kill him. He assumed they would just let him go, figuring that a human with a new weapon or an elemental would eventually kill him. Yet, here she was. Impressive. The Council had decided he was too dangerous. If he succeeded with any part of his plan, he would bring human wrath down on the Archaics. From tonight’s events it looked as if he had miscalculated and the Council of Elders had been right to be concerned about the advancement of the human race.
The mine was played out long ago and no more gold remained, but the structure of it and its darkness made it ideal for Archaics to use. And he and his followers had made some modifications. Up ahead they had dug a wider, more open space. A chamber most often used when they brought captured humans here for feeding. It was perhaps forty feet by forty feet and well lit by torches.
Shaniah was getting closer. The blade was at his belt. Where the shaft widened into the larger, open space he stopped and stood to the side of the entrance. It was an old trick, but she had been tracking him for years, and hopefully, her exuberance would make her foolhardy. When she ran through the entrance he would kill her. Poor Shaniah. The Council had sent her, but she had accepted her assignment and her fate was her responsibility. He gripped the blade.
He waited. The sound of her running had stopped. She was being cautious. He could smell her, but…
Shaniah exploded into the room. She came in low, rolling through the door, and his mighty swing of the blade hit nothing but air until it caught in the wood beam that supported the doorway. He worked to pull it loose, but as quick as a cat, she was on her feet and staggered him with a kick to his midsection. He regained his footing and she crouched as they faced each other, circling slowly like two rams about to charge.
“I didn’t think you’d come,” he said.
“Yes, you did,” Shaniah replied.
He lunged at her, swinging his blade, but she dodged easily away, pulling her blade from her boot.
“We don’t need to fight,” he said. “We both want the same thing.”
“No we don’t, Malachi. We never have. I want our people to survive. What you want leads only to their destruction.”
“You couldn’t be more-” He slightly lowered his weapon as he spoke, giving her the opening she had been waiting for and she swung her blade with all of her might. But he ducked it easily.
“As I was saying,” he said, backing farther away from her. “You couldn’t be more wrong. The Council is full of weak and ancient fools. They ask us to live like cattle.”
“What they ask is that we survive.” They continued to circle each other.
“Survive.” He spat out the word as if it tasted bitter. “We are Archaics, a race far older and stronger than humans. We conquer. We do not succumb.”
“No, Malachi, you are wrong. We are dinosaurs.”
“Dinosaurs? I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the term,” he said. Shaniah lunged at him, swinging her blade, but he blocked it again easily, pushing her violently into the wall of the chamber. His strength was incredible. It was the Huma Sangra. It had restored him. She scrambled to her hands and knees, trying to stand, but she had hit the wall solidly and it had stunned her. Before she could move again or react, he was behind her, his hand grabbing her hair and pulling her head back exposing her throat. He held the blade close to her, wanting her to be afraid as the steel kissed her skin.
“Do you feel it, Shaniah?” He yanked her by the hair, pulled her head back so far she felt the muscles of her neck strain to the point where she was afraid they were going to snap.
“It is the power of the Huma Sangra, Shaniah.” He tightened the grip on her hair and with the hand holding the blade he held his wrist close to her nose. “The Huma Sangra flows through my veins. You can smell it, Shaniah… taste it… go ahead. You can feel it.”
And the truth of it was, she could feel it. And part of her wanted it. She knew it was wrong, she had resisted it for centuries, but now
… so close… so near Malachi and his power. It was overwhelming her.
“No… I… will… not,” she said. Her free hand went to his wrist holding her hair in a twisted mass. She tried hard to break his grip but it was like iron. She twisted and struggled and clawed at his hand, but found she was loosing her strength.
There was a loud explosion. Suddenly Malachi’s grip was broken and he flew through the air, hitting the far wall with a hard thump.
Hollister and the Ass-Kicker had arrived.