CHAPTER 12
Conal
Pharyl stared at Bryok, waiting for the punchline. When none came, he deadpanned, “You’re serious.”
“As a heart attack,” Torgreth chimed in with a snort. “I know. Took me a while to get used to it. He such a loveable oaf, but it’s true.”
“Which brings me to another point,” Bryok elaborated. “You may have unwittingly triggered the prophecy.”
“What prophecy?” Pharyl asked, suddenly apprehensive.
“The eagle will bear the vipers in its claws, yet from the west a cobra will rise and strike down the eagle.”
“How was I to know?” Pharyl blurted. “Are you sure he’s the one?”
“Beyond all doubt,” Galadyr said, not totally convinced himself, though there was something different about Conal that made him want to believe.
“How is this possible?” Pharyl argued. “He’s from Urve.
