The Bloodline Inheritance by Brad A. LaMar

Author:Brad A. LaMar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Bloodline Inheritance;fiction;fantasy;middle grade;teen fiction;celtic myths;fairy tale;mythology;action;adventure;brad lamar;celtic mythos series;the obsidian dagger;the megalith union;the dominion pulse;emerald crown;leprechaun;witch;wizard;sydhe;alphyn;giant;rua;zombie;merrow;wampanoag;ireland;scotland;new york;fantasy series
Publisher: Light Messages Publishing
Published: 2016-12-21T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

Tracking Down the Past

You are not alone. You are not alone. You are not alone.

The Morrigan’s words rang through Brendan’s mind almost like a mantra, but when he truly considered it he knew it to be true. Throughout the whole experience dating back to battling the witch and Dullahan in the castle, he had always felt somewhat alone. No one else had his visions or had to bare the responsibility of so much power. No one else carried so many lives as their responsibility. Just him—and that was a lonely feeling.

You are not alone.

For a brief moment he allowed the anger to subside and the thought of his friends and family floated into his mind. If only they were really present. If only there was some way that he could speak with them and know that they were all right.

Maybe there is.

He focused on Dorian first. She had been with him when he went into his sleep, but where was she now? Suddenly, his mind was flooded with signals of souls from all over Otherworld. They appeared to his mind’s eye as points of light clustered like images he had seen of stars and galaxies. It was too much. He needed some way to cut through the noise and pinpoint his loved ones.

He waved his hands out of frustration, feeling the anger beginning to bubble, and noticed something odd. The points of light segregated themselves into six distinct places around him. Somehow he had created a mental virtual world for himself. Landscapes began to form around the lights and he quickly picked up on the realms of Otherworld.

“Okay, concentrate, Brendan,” he mumbled to himself. “Where are you Dorian?”

He reached out his senses and scanned the realms one by one until a single red light began to stand out in contrast in Mag Mell. He tried to make his reach zoom in on her location, but he was having trouble concentrating, and the realms around him faded away.

He shook his head and a new vision engulfed him.

…

It was night once again in Scotland, the darkness providing the cover Sinead, Finn, and Sierra needed to continue their search for the Crown. Finn was beginning to wonder if they were wasting their time and brought up the possibility of returning to Corways.

“I don’t think we should give up this easily,” Sinead said. “The last trees I spoke with mentioned the Crown specifically and warned us from trying to find it, but then in the same breath begged for help in stopping the Súmaire in his search.”

“Did you hear that?” Sierra asked as her head snapped in the direction of the noise.

They stood in silence waiting for something to happen. Seconds ticked by and silence won the night.

“Let’s go. Scotland is no small place,” Finn said.

“I wish Tevis and Fergus were with us,” Sierra pined.

They walked into the night not realizing that something sinister was much closer than they could imagine.

…

“We’re getting closer to Bane. It’s just past the trees,” Aine warned the others.

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