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

Author:O'Brien, Dan [O'Brien, Dan]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2015-03-22T16:00:00+00:00

DAWN CAME SOONER than I would have wanted. I watched Leane sleep. The time spent here in the Duirin had watched her hair grow long, far down her back. I touched her hand lightly, drawing a hushed murmur form her lips. I pulled back instinctively, not wanting to wake her when she slept so soundly. I wished to stay there and look at her for all eternity, until the skies crashed down upon us.

Our night together had been everything that I had hoped for; still, I felt cheated that I would not have it forever.

I swung my legs over the bed as nimbly as I could, looking down at my pale torso in the burgeoning morning sun that crept through the tinted windows of the home. Scars traced my chest and along my ribcage. I ran my fingers over them, the darkened outlines a reminder of the past. Fresh wounds, bandaged and healing, joined the violent mosaic. Pushing myself from the bed, I was upon my feet. I replaced the sheets over Leane’s frame, making sure she kept the warmth near her.

I looked down at her until I could no longer bear the sight. Knowing that I must leave, I grabbed a shirt from beside the bed. I pulled the pants over my legs and then the dull-colored boots over my feet. The laces were made from a coarse material. I closed my eyes; the urge to return to her, to forget about the dreams and the Believer, was overwhelming.

Bending down, I kissed her on the forehead. I walked into the common room, fighting the emotion that threatened to overwhelm me. The picturesque beauty of my child distracted me. E’Malkai was a gift. His bright blue eyes stared back at me as clearly as the morning sky and his tiny hands reached up to me. He did not cry out as some children might; instead, he regarded me with a curious intelligence. I reached down and he gripped my finger in his entire fist. All I could do was marvel at the child who would someday become a man, an Armen.

I wished I could be there to see that.

It seemed as if the Fates had spoken.

“Son of the Fallen, your heritage extends beyond what you may ever come to know. Know that your father loved you with all of his cold heart. Your only responsibility shall be to take care of your mother and to grow into a man worthy of the Armen name.”

His grip on my fingers was like a small vise.

I was compelled to look back at my child.

I wished that I could give E’Malkai what he deserved. I reached down and removed his hands from my fingers. He stared at me. Leaning into his crib, I kissed his forehead as I had done to Leane. I looked at him once more before moving toward the door. A glint of steel caught my eye. The shadow of the receding night was still evident; the orange of the morning sun crested to the east.

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