Awakening (Telindell Book 1)
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Oryn shook his head. “We are far from any time of peace.”
Elintae crossed her arms. “He seeks peace not for us, but for his mother.”
Oryn stared at Elintae. “His mother?”
Elintae nodded. “He has slain Roxees. She was responsible for Lyssa’s death.”
Elintae turned from the table, staring at the clear blue sky. She glanced around the room, an expression of fear creasing her face.
Oryn took note. “Lady Dusk, what is it?”
Elintae looked back to Oryn sternly. “Bolster your lines. I must go.” Elintae turned and began to run from the castle. Thunder cracked, followed by a green flash of lightning, and she was gone.
The orange glow of dusk gripped the land as Lian, Sarath, and Kane journeyed through the forest. Their horse emerged into the clearing where Lian had laid Lyssa to rest. The stream gleamed with an orange glow. Lian and Sarath dismounted their horse. He took her hand, and they began walking toward Lyssa’s grave. Kane walked closely beside Lian. Lian’s eyes widened. The single blue rose he had placed upon Lyssa’s grave had spawned a blanket of roses. He smiled, tears shimmering in his eyes.
Sarath gripped his hand tightly. “It’s beautiful.”
Lian looked to Sarath and smiled slightly. He led her across the stream to the bed of blue roses. Lian gazed at the beauty spread across his mother’s resting place. Sarath squeezed Lian’s hand and pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around him tightly.
Sarath looked up into Lian’s eyes. “I wish…” Sarath smiled. “I wish I could have met her.” She laid her head against Lian’s chest. “To have a son like you, she must have been wonderful.”
Lian wrapped his arms around Sarath and held her tightly. He leaned down and planted a kiss on her forehead. “Thank you. I wish you could have met her also.” Lian let go of Sarath and turned to his mother’s grave. He smiled softly. “It’s done. She’s gone.” He loosely clenched his fists. “She’ll never hurt anyone again.”
Sarath took Lian’s hand. She looked down to Kane, then up to Lian. “We should get back. They will be lost without their hero.”
Lian smiled at her. No sooner than the three of them had turned toward their horse, a strong gust of wind rampaged through the clearing. Thunder cracked, followed by a familiar green flash of lightning. Elintae appeared before them. The goddess’s eyes were filled with tears, her expression sorrowful. Lian, Sarath, and Kane looked upon Elintae with shock.
Elintae quickly approached Lian and dropped to her knees. “I… I beg of you.” Lian stepped back, even more shocked by Elintae’s pleading.
Sarath crouched down and lifted Elintae to her feet. “What’s wrong?”
Elintae glanced to Sarath, then to Lian. “The extinction of us all is near… You must help me!”
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