Legend: A Retelling of The Legend of Sleepy Hollow by Karina Halle

Author:Karina Halle [Halle, Karina]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-10-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Brom

In the darkness, I will do thou bidding.

In the darkness, I will wait.

For you to awake.

To let me in.

Use me, Abraham Van Brunt.

Let me rule you. Let me be your power.

You never have to feel alone again.

I dream of a black wood. I am a raven in the trees. I look down on the three writhing, naked bodies. I see myself, and Kat, and Crane. I see us as what we really are—heathens. We are no longer civilized people, no longer humans; we are animals, succumbing to the most basic, mindless desires to rut, to mate, to make and take pleasure. To use, to be abused. To want, and crave, and hunger.

I watch us from above, Kat in the center, the vessel for our seed, for our power. She glows golden from within, her hair shining like cornsilk, her body sunfire, and she revels in it, in this creation of her true self. A witch, a goddess, the love of my life. Crane and I are just two heathens in her orbit, sharp enough to provide the spark. She is the flame. She will always be the flame.

I flap my wings and take off, flying through the darkness and the mist until it clears and I’m soaring over Sleepy Hollow. I pass by my old house, where my parents are—or the people pretending to be my parents. I know they’re not. I can’t prove it, I’ve never been able to, but I know they’re not. They’re just minders. They had a job, and that was to raise me. It was never to love me or save me or protect me. It was to raise me like my father’s prized bull. When my purpose is over, I’ll be sent to the slaughter. It’s around the corner, waiting for me. My body will be sliced into chunks and fed to the pigs.

I keep flying straight to town, circling over the police station.

I have been pulled here in the dream, but now I’m starting to think this isn’t a dream at all.

Because I saw this on the ground, through my own eyes.

Through his eyes.

At the back of the station is a small house.

That’s where he enters.

It’s where I enter.

It’s where the blood flows down through the floorboards.

Where a man loses his life.

Loses his head.

I don’t regret a thing.

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