The Harbinger by Candace Wondrak

Author:Candace Wondrak [Wondrak, Candace]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-11-04T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

For the next few hours, Faith badgered Light about the prophecy. Light was a child when the last Harbinger was alive, younger than she was now, in Earth years. The gateways were permanently opened half a century ago, and a world obsessed with racial and sexist differences was suddenly opened to another realm, full of magic and ideas and actual, genetically-different races. He told her what he could, which wasn’t that much, considering how young he was. Nothing but a boy, he said.

They sat in the castle’s gardens, a vast, vibrant space of greens and pinks and yellows. A beautiful area that reminded Faith of springtime: blooming, pollen, the soothing colors that meant winter was finished. She sat near a crystal-clear pool of water, watching the colorful, long-tailed fish swim at their leisure. The pool was no deeper than two feet, and when she stuck the tip of her finger in it, the fish swarmed around it, believing it was food. The feeling of the fish plucking her finger made her laugh.

Light sat on a root that was twisted to form a bench, arms crossed beneath the towering tree. Bugs flew by, plucked from the sky by birds whose colors put all those on Earth to shame. He watched her giggle at the fish as he muttered, “You will make a terrible Harbinger.”

She glared at him. “Why? Because I’m trying to have fun even though a dozen people I know might be dead, or because I’m a female?” Faith hated the word female. So scientific and cold, but the Elves seemed to love its use.

“The Dread King will stomp on you and squish you,” he said. “It will be a short fight, I think.”

That wasn’t exactly what she hoped to hear, and she tried to shrug it off, sought to push the images of the gory battlefield from her head. Memories that were not hers. “I bet you’d like that.”

He shifted on the root bench, moving his hands to his knees. “Just because,” he said, pausing, “I don’t like you does not mean that I want you to die.”

Faith yanked her hand from the water, much to the dismay of the fish, and wandered through the grass, sitting beside him. “How sweet,” she said with a smile, laughing to herself as Light straightened and looked ahead of them, hard. So hard it was obvious that he was doing his best not to react to how close she was.

She was slow to set a hand on his arm, feeling his muscles tighten at her touch beneath the leather. She played a dangerous game, but she didn’t want to stop. “I don’t know,” Faith mused, watching his Elven face for a reaction as she squeezed his arm, “I kind of like it when we bicker.” With a dramatic sigh, the hand that gripped his arm slipped under it, and she linked her arm through his. She rested her cheek on his shoulder.

It was a while until she heard him mutter under

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