Epilogue
EPILOGUE
B arnabus was lying on his bed while his shaman used magic and herbs to heal him.
“If I can get you a picture of something, can you use your magic and call it to you?”
The shaman looked at Barnabus. “I can unless it’s protected by wards.”
“Pass me that green book,” Barnabus said, pointing to a book on his bedroom chair while slowly sitting up. His back was nearly healed, but his chest was taking longer to fix.
The shaman picked it up and handed it to the demon.
Barnabus flicked through the pages and found the one he wanted. “Here, I want you to call this to me.” He turned the book and showed the shaman the picture.
“You want me to call the Spear of Hephaestus?” the shaman asked in surprise.
“Yes.”
The shaman paled. “Do you know what would happen if I did?”
Barnabus stood. “I do indeed. I would use it to destroy the kings and bring about my war.”
The end.