Demon: Archive of the God Eater book 1 (The God Eater Saga) by Rob J. Hayes

Author:Rob J. Hayes [Hayes, Rob J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rob J. Hayes
Published: 2024-07-23T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 8

The season turned from spring to summer. Only the lengthening days informed them so high up in the mountains, as the weather barely changed. Perhaps it was a little warmer but not enough to matter. The days rolled one into another until Dien could barely remember anything but Demonholme.

She tried to think back, to remember her life at Berrywhistle but couldn’t. She knew it had been easy and pleasant, not that it had seemed that way at the time. But she couldn’t remember the form of her days from so long ago. It was with no mild panic she also realised she could no longer remember her parents’ faces. A betrayal to all they had done for her. The final shovel of soil over their graves. They were gone. Even her grief faded like a dress washed too many times and turned grey and lifeless. All that remained was her anger at her da for the secrets he kept, her unfair hatred that he had refused to fight and left her all alone.

The summer days were harder than the winter. The demons worked them with the light and the thralls soon came to despise the banging of claws against the bars waking them in the morning.

“Do you remember Hookstone?” Luci asked one time when they were on mushroom picking duty together. The greasy torch was burning away in its brazier, casting them in a gloomy flickering light.

“I remember sitting on top of it with you and Helena, staring at the mountains,” Dien said. “I used to think they looked so small. Like little pimples in the land.”

Luci’s laugh was the tinkle water in a quiet brook. “Helena wanted to go and explore them, didn’t she?”

Dien nodded and plucked another grey cap from the colony. She had learned it was important to take the adult mushrooms only and before they grew too big. Take one of the larger mushrooms and the whole colony might fail without its protection. Take them too young, and they never had chance to grow, again the colony was likely to fail.

For the first time, Dien realised there were really no children in Demonholme. Not just the demons, but the humans, too. There had been youngsters at Berrywhistle, little Ransa Owne and Isos Merry were always running around underfoot getting in the way like it was a challenge to trip up as many adults as they could, and she was certain there must have been children at Sireridge, too. Yet the demons had not taken any of them. Dien wondered if they had been left alive, a forest full of children running around with no supervision sounded both a wonderful and terrifying thing. Perhaps once they escaped, they would return and find the village rebuilt and chubby-cheeked Isos Merry in charge of the whole thing, a tiny little elder. The thought made her smile.

Dien dragged her mind back to the conversation. “Helena was always wanting to explore. Never happy at home. Said she wanted to be free to see the world.

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