FROM AQUILONIA TO EQUESTRIA
Chapter 5: Life
A cry of pain came from the lips of the Cimmerian, who regained consciousness as he felt like a strange device that seemed to be made of glass and at whose end he seemed to hold the needle of a weaver, entered through his back.
The pain was gripping, causing the barbarian not to move any of his muscles, though he could not move at all because all four limbs were subject to shackles and strong chains, which were in turn attached to two pillars flanking him.
The needle removed the fluid from his spinal cord and then Ghost Face placed his cold hand on Conan's lower belly and drew out like a sphere of light that seemed to be made up of fire.
“Damn you, what are you going to do?”
“Did you see my creatures up there? My catpeople will soon be complete. It was a challenge that took me three hundred years, but finally my work will be complete.”
"Me who studied under the tutelage of Nagash himself. However, neither the great necromancer nor others could create life... We can only alter it, assemble it, but now. I will succeed where they all failed! I will create life, beautiful and pure.”
"At last I will be part of all things again... at last, I will no longer be alone.”
Ghost Face seemed to come out of his trance and headed for the stands.
“My creatures will have your strength and courage, and with the help of the creature you brought, I will also imbue them with magical characteristics and they will be forever beautiful in the three hundred years of their natural life.”
"I no longer need you, nor the creature. On my return I will have you at my disposal.”
Once the necromancer and his lackeys were removed, Conan made a superhuman effort, freeing himself from the shackles of the pair of columns. He then released Fleur de Lis, who was submerged in a green water tank and apparently unconscious.
“Conan, thank you...” said the unicorn in the middle of coughing.
Once the pony was recovered, she went with the barbarian to the upper floors and eventually found the necromancer.
The tanks the infants were in glowed with a mixture of pink and crimson, while Ghost Face laughed like a madman.
The barbarian threw a large chandelier of tenebrous characteristics to the necromancer's neck, who fell unconscious. The abomination of the talking head began to scream and the necromancer's servants attacked the pair of adventurers.
Fleur de Lis, spotted the dart sword she brought with her and using her magic drew It to her and began to use it masterfully. The dart sword gave mortal lunges, suspended above the pony's horn.
Meanwhile, Conan's sword gave deadly bows that were fatal to enemies.
Once defeated the last spawn, Ghost Face regained consciousness. When Conan saw this, he threw something heavy at the central machinery and everything started to sparkle.
“No!" shouted the necromancer as he watched as the tanks opened and a multitude of catboys and catgirls came out of them, who at first seemed a little confused, but then they started running around the place and finally came out of the tower and left the cursed forest.
The shock was so great that the necromancer forgot to use his powers, but an evil aura came out of his body, so dreadful that Conan and Fleur de Lis hurried out of the tower, which then collapsed.
When they both believed that the necromancer had died, this resurgence from the rubble.
There was no time to lose, Conan climbed on top of his friend and galloped to the necromancer, decapitating him with his sword.
“I'm sorry, I couldn't find a way for you to return to your world.”
“Don't worry, we'll find a way in the future.”
Thus the friends left the forest without knowing the consequences that this particular adventure would bring to the world.
FIN
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