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The Battered Lamp Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Six Shall Be One

... slumbering in a brass lamp, to wife, She shall guide him to his champions and gird them for battle. Six shall be one, the Marid defeated. The Warrior of the Earthen Sword, whose youthful inexperience conceals the strength of a Sultan; The Consort of the Brass Lamp, whose meek obedience obfuscates the will of a Sultana; The Consort of the Fiery Spear, whose playful petulance hides the desires of depravity; The Consort of the Arcane Grimoire, whose innocent beauty obscures the powers of darkness; The Consort of the Airy Bow, whose calm demeanor cloaks the fury of storms; The Companion of the Watery Dagger, whose deep intellect masks the hunger of predators. Six shall be one, the Marid defeated. In the Lands of the West shall our salvation arise, Their trials will be many, their conflicts fierce, Their enemies will beset them on all sides, hidden behind masks of authority, The darkness grows, hungering for power; guard well the daughter of Jann, freed from a brass lamp, Through blood and tears shall they be forged. Six shall be one, the Marid defeated. In the lands of the West shall be born our salvation.</div> The Kalsomid Prophecy Saturday, January 29th – Sahabah, The Hidden Realm Kyle had failed his mother, Christy, and all his wives. He stared up at the diamond ceiling of his jail cell. The diamonds prevented any teleportation in and out of this room. Beyond the diamond walls were sapphire ones, blocking any telepathy. He couldn't summon his sword if he wanted to, or even ...

... speak to Aaliyah. Kyle and Christy were going to spend the rest of their lives in this cell. It may be richly appointed, decked out with all the luxuries of home, but that didn't change the fact it was still a prison. Christy's head rested on his chest. He didn't understand why she wasn't furious with him. He had led her into this trap. He hadn't listened to Britney or her arguments against this plan. He had been so certain that he was better than Rashid. That he could pop in, grab his mother, and escape. But she hadn't really been his mother. Some spell still dominated Faiza, forcing her to aide Rashid. Muffled voices came through the diamond door of his cell. They grew louder, shouting. Kyle tensed, sitting up. “What?” Christy asked, blinking her hazel eyes in surprise. “Have you thought of something?” Another muffled shout. Kyle did not like the sound of that. He quickly rose, standing before Christy and falling into an aikido stance. He wasn't completely defenseless without his sword. He had been trained in hand-to-hand combat by his uncle. But any foe here is going to have powers that no human possesses. Christy pressed stood behind him, her breath warm on his neck. “What's going—” The door flew open. Makerah strode in, the Unbound Marid's eyes wild. His right hand was dripping with blood, a mass of red flesh in his hand. A heart. Whose? Kyle's mother strode in behind him, naked, her breasts splattered with blood. “You cut me, mortal!” hissed Makerah. Kyle saw insane death ...