“As the days grow shorter, the nights longer, a sickness shall overwhelm the world. And only you can heal them, Pytha.” Rapture murmured, looking down at him, “You were created for this purpose.” she said, “And another.”
He listened, though not intently. His mind was on the temple at his back. Besides, what use is a healer of souls if the world is prophesied to die away anyway? What use is he if Myrine will no longer be a realm in the coming days?
Who will heal the world?
It was a question he knew the Fate had an answer to. For she treated prophecies as fact, glorified them as rule books every corporeal being should answer to. Even gods.
“But who will heal the world? Who will stop Myrine from dying away?” she asked anyway.
Lucius rolled his eyes.
“The Kindred.” she said, her voice a low baritone, “Only the Kindred can bring back harmony and put the Fates in their rightful places.” he felt her touch—cold and clammy—he looked up, “And it is the Pytha's calling to find such a person.”
The Kindred.
Far behind them, a bush rustled. Burst into flame.
He had thought Marceline would be the Kindred. But she wasn't here—probably dead in this firestorm—it proved she wasn't. It proved that...she had only been a girl.
A woman put the Star Scourge prophecy into motion. Marceline Brandy single-handedly defied the Fates and brought about the impending end of the world. A mortal woman.
What use were the gods if they couldn't stop mortals from destroying the world? What use were the Fates? The Pytha—himself?
What use were they?
Beneath them, the ground trembled. Earthquakes spread out from the churning waters below. The indigo seas of the Calms spun with rage, an angry tide becoming a much angrier quake that spread through all four seas.
The world was coming to an end. Their world.
And only the Kindred could stop it—pause it for a century or two.
“Find the Kindred. Unearth the fallen Fates. Cure Myrine of its illness before it is too late, Pytha.” the Fate said, looking at him squarely, “The world is depending on you now. Do not let us down.”
Those pupilless eyes burrowed into his soul, an unspoken verse of the prophecy passing through them both. The Fate afraid to say that fateful string of words that could spell the end for everyone—even beings considered immortal. Even the Fates.
If the Celestial finds that the Fates have failed and fallen, then this world will be remade anew.
And every living being within it erased as if it had never lived.
They could count on him. Lucius had a couple of years before the Celestial awoke and found Myrine in chaos. He had a couple of years.
He would find her.
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Other Books by C.M. Estopare
Kindred Souls Trilogy
Winterskin
The Path.
Perilous. Brutal. Deadly.
It is said that if a man journeys in alone, he’ll never return and there will be no corpse to bury.
Blade and Soul
To defy gods, she will sacrifice all.
Firebrand (Coming 2018)
The Island Trilogy
Wild Hope (Free!)
Kato lives for his tribe. Now he’s forced to abandon it.
Wild Magic (Coming October 5th)
Don’t fear the jungle. Fear the people.
Wild Hunt (Coming November 5th)
Wild Fire (Coming 2018)
Standalones
Heartfelt Sounds
Afterlife
About the Author
C.M. Estopare, also known as Christine Michele, can usually be found at her writing desk (aka, kitchen table) pounding away at her keyboard with her uber mutt, Duke, snoring loudly as her keystrokes put him to sleep.
Christine has always had her nose in a fantasy book and when she stumbled upon wuxia fiction, her husband almost lost her in her Kindle for three days straight. Unable to shut up about her unending book ideas (her husband can vouch for this), Christine began writing in 2015 and hasn’t stopped since.
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