Fenrik “the Spider” Lasko
Drake felt like he would break if he tried to move, but he had to. He could see, out of the corner of his badly swollen eyes, that the Emerald Key was lying precariously on the edge of a great bubbling fissure. Fenrik had seen it too, Drake could see his bulky frame charging through the debris as he raced to get the book, shielded spasmodically from view by the bright flashes of Willow’s magick as it pulsed at the Shadow Walkers.
‘No!’ he tried to scream at Willow, ‘Get out of here! GO!’
He could see Vigor’s essence dancing frantically through the flames, screeching as it struggled to survive without a body. But there was no sign of Falkor, or Gizmo.
Drake closed his eyes, clenched his teeth, and dug into the last of his reserves as he dragged his broken body off the floor. He pulled the broken Zephyr from his back and, knowing this would be it, that this would be the last living thing he ever did, he raced through the scorching heat towards the book.
His heart beat wildly, dancing in his chest along with the pain and his rattling breath. And despite that pain, he jumped over Funestus’ body and leapt through a wall of flames, just as Fenrik reached the book.
Fenrik stood tall, his black eyes blazing with fire. ’You’re too late. The book is mine now!’ he snarled, like a wolf protecting a kill. ’Devilsgate will be mine and no more will our kind be under attack from the likes of your father or the humans.’ Fenrik spat on the floor. ’I will crush them,’ he said, squeezing his huge hand into a fist, ‘bring them to their knees and they will have freedom no more!’ He stooped to pick up the book.
But Drake had anticipated the move. He flung himself on the floor, his broken body screaming in pain as he landed hard on the concrete. He threw the Zephyr across the floor, its broken body scraping across the surface of the concrete like a de-railed train, and it fell into the gaping mouth of the fiery fissure, dragging The Emerald Key with it.
Fenrik might take Drake’s life, but there was no way he was going to allow Fenrik the pleasure of owning the Emerald Key. If this was all he could do to repay Willow, then, he would do it. And in this last act of his Godforsaken life, he would prove that he was nothing like Fenrik.
‘NOOOO!’ screamed Fenrik as the book began to tip over the edge. He reached over to grab the book, to stop it from falling into the fiery pit but he was too heavy and he toppled in after it.
Both Fenrik and the book plunged into the abyss. There was a scream, a gigantic boom and the whole of the City began to shake as the energy in the Book exploded into a million pieces. Brilliant white sparks of energy fizzed into the night’s sky, like giant sparklers, and there was screeching and terror as the vermin that had been conjured by Fenrik were sucked back down into the hole.
But Drake couldn’t see what was happening, his eyes were blinded by the light, his muscles were screaming out in pain, his body was shutting down.
Drake smiled; Fenrik was dead.
Death could take him now.
And the darkness finally engulfed him.