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

Author:O'Brien, Dan [O'Brien, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-03-05T16:00:00+00:00

THE LAST RESTING PLACE of the Fallen was foreboding. It was a dark monolith that stood alone amidst the flat, useless tundra. It had once been a pillar of society; its depths delved deeper into the earth than anyone dared to venture, even my father. He had been chased into the endless chasm of the monolith’s belly, until he could go no farther. Evan, my father, fell that day. Fell to something that no Fallen had ever seen; or could have seen, for no man came back alive. No stories to tell, only myths and legends that permeated the steel walls and limitless depths.

He had tracked markings east along the Maiden, a party of nine at his heels.

Talk of roaming beasts had infected the tribe and there were some that claimed that shadow beasts and nether men were afoot to the east. The first of these to speak such madness was the sour being I now walked to his death, Fredrick. The markings had led to the Temple of the Exiles, its doors agape and encumbered by ice. Knowing that danger was within, my father pushed on; his companions followed his lead without hesitation or reflection. Something came for them within the ruins, something more powerful than my father.

Now, I walked alone into his tomb, challenging the image of my father’s death.

I turned back to Fredrick, his wavering figure at my heels as I had instructed.

The goggles that hung across his face had begun to frost and the loose folds of his wraps had begun to come apart.

I moved closer to the door of the monolith. The entrance was a monstrous steel door. I inspected the panel at its side, the once bright panels having been reduced to iced-over versions of themselves. The numbers and analog readouts were no longer understandable. Not a word had not been spoken between us since we had departed from the Fallen. His mind had slipped into a recess where reality no longer held dominion. I did not attempt words now. They seemed useless, no matter their meaning. I slammed my wrapped fist into the iced panel, shattering the shards away from the control and depressed the button whose position had been passed down from huntsman to huntsman.

The entrance to the Exiles was given only to the bravest of the Fallen.

The door creaked open. Sputtering at first, it struggled against the ice that had formed along its edges. For a moment, I thought that perhaps it would not open at all. But, it shot forth with an explosion of power, slamming into the other wall, revealing the dark gaping hole that led within. Lights that more than likely should have been burned out centuries before remained lit. I was as if something kept watch over the place, making sure it ran smoothly, waiting for its eternal guests.

“Seth?” Fredrick’s voice was cracked and barely audible over the powerful winds, but I heard his disjointed speech nonetheless.

I turned back toward him, looking away from the darkness within the monolith to the featureless plains that stretched out beyond us.

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