Book of Seth: Home: A Fallen Chronicles Book by O'Brien Dan

Author:O'Brien, Dan [O'Brien, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-03-10T16:00:00+00:00

THE SUN HAD ALMOST DISAPPEARED for a second time before we made it to the village. I had expected a crudely-constructed mass of homes spilling over into one another, but what I saw gave me pause. Even from a distance, it resembled something far more complex than I would have believed possible. The outer wall was made of clear stone, almost glossy in the fading sun. Each corner of the wall had an extended platform with another reinforced wall enclosing them as well, creating a lip along its edge. Several figures watched us approach from these lookout points. Their faces were veiled in dark, hardened masks that made them appear faceless.

They looked down at us as we approached and then disappeared from view as we passed beneath the arch of the wall. Steel gates opened inward. Tiken had remained ahead of us for the majority of the journey; the other men dispersed into the city like ghosts.

The buildings were perversely large. Some of them were taller than the combined height of ten or twelve men. The people who walked the streets did not resemble Tiken. Instead, they were clothed in even-patterned garments; the pressed material fit loosely over their bodies. Their hair was not long like mine, but instead cut short to fit their skull. They looked at us we passed, each one different from the other. Such diversity astounded me considering the closed community the Fallen had been for the better part of our history.

Tiken stopped in front of me abruptly and I clumsily ran into him, jarring him.

He turned and glared at me.

A man approached us, his frail body dressed in tan pants; his feet were covered in a slick, rubber-looking material. His features were more like my own: pale and drawn. He limped slightly off of his right foot and carried a cane in one hand. His long gray hair hung around his shoulders and his long face was drawn thin.

“Welcome to Duirin, City of the Forgotten.” The man looked me straight in the eyes as he spoke and stopped for a moment. “By the Believer….”

I shook my head and looked to Ryan. The intensity with which the man was looking at me unnerved me, but I had to admit that he looked familiar. Something about his eyes reminded me of someone. “Do I know you?”

“Seth? Seth Armen?” he whispered.

“Huh?”

“You’re Evan’s son. I can see it in your eyes. By the gods, it really is you,” he continued and then turning to Ryan. “And you must be baby Ryan. I suppose you no more look like an infant than your brother does a child.”

“Wait. Hold on just a second. How do you know our names? Or my father’s name?” I asked.

“Forgive my impertinence. I should have introduced myself. I am called Y’re by the people here. When I was among the Fallen, I had been called Dean Armen. I’m your uncle.”

Tiken looked at the man who called himself my uncle carefully.

The old man waved him away and the hunter obeyed.

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