Part 29 by Emily

Kyrian gently washed the blood out of Tomas's hair. It was all over his head, she drew her dagger and started to cut off his hair. It came off in ragged clumps. His breathing was shallow, but he was still alive, Mintara said he was in a coma. They were going to take him to Locien and he would be healed there. Kyrian lovingly stroked his face, then she heard a footstep behind her. She whirled around,"Mintara!" she exclaimed,"You scared me."
"You should pay more attention to your surroundings then to that unconscious boy!" She spit,"I thought you knew better than that."
"I'm sorry Mintara." Kyrian grumbled. She was embarrassed that Mintara caught her staring at Tomas. "Um, so now that Exron is dead, what are we going to do?"
"Silly girl." Mintara said under her breath,"Even though Exron is dead that doesn't mean we don't have other evils to face, there's still Melkor."
Kyrian blushed,"Oops, I forgot about him."
"Of course you did, mortals don't have very good memories. There are still plenty of Exron's minions around to do his bidding."

Deep in the lair, that used to be Exron's, a new foe is born. One that was sworn to destroy all that is good since it's birth. One with more powers then Exron himself had. One more crafty, more sinister, more evil then Exron. His children.

"Exron is dead." the boy announced looking up from the scroll he was just handed. He was a spitting image of his father, except he was much taller than the short wizard. His black hair was cropped short, whereas his father's was long. But their black eyes sparkled in the same evil way.
"Ha," his sister said, "I knew father wouldn't last long with that new Dragon Rider on the prowl." She turned from her perch on the window sill, she was breath takingly beautiful, and she knew it. Too bad she had lived in a mountain for the first seventeen years of her life. Her long black hair laid in a braid over her shoulder, and her violet eyes sparkled with pleasure. She and her brother were twins, but aside from their black hair, their height, and their lust for evil, they looked totally different.
"Actually the Dragon Rider didn't kill him." he said, rolling up the scroll. "It was that prisoner girl father had, and her wizard friend. She escaped and ran off with the necklace, and that boy father insisted on keeping."
"Oh," she said,"So my darling brother, what shall we do next?" Their eyes met, and they laughed, a cruel, cold, hard laugh.