The Oracle by K S Marsden

Author:K S Marsden [Marsden, K S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781540691842
Published: 2017-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

Not content with the brief meeting, Torment stalked the stream every evening. Whenever he walked, he tried to hide his limp, his shoulder bruised and aching from their last encounter.

One very wet and miserable night, Torment stood in the rain, his gold coat and silver mane bedraggled and tarnished.

There was a derisive snort from behind him, followed by a familiar voice. “You are very...”

“Persistent?” Torment turned to look for the black mare.

“Annoying.” Odile corrected, as she stepped out of the shadows, her gaze still aloof, but betraying some curiosity.

Torment’s ears twitched, it was not the first time he had been called such, but he did not want to be reminded of his previous life.

Odile ignored the rain that relentlessly fell, as she circled the young stallion. “I’m surprised you’ve survived this long with us. Are you tired of your adolescent rebellion yet? Are you ready to scurry back to the light?”

Torment followed Odile’s movements, wary that she might vanish again. “Do not belittle my choice to join this herd. It is for life.”

Odile flicked her tail, the black strands catching Torment’s wet coat. “Don’t talk to me like an entitled little lordling. Otherwise that life you speak of will be pathetically short.” Odile gave a disgusted glance. “If I don’t kill you, my father will.”

“And who is your father?” Torment asked.

“You don’t know?” Amusement laced her words. “Oh, this is too good.”

“The Dark Being?”

“I am his only daughter. You are courting death itself if you dare think yourself worthy of me.”

“You don’t scare me.” Torment replied quietly, “And neither does he.”

Odile stood there, looking at him, the only sound was that of the falling rain.

“You’re either very brave, or a fool.” Odile finally said. “If you anger him, you will be killed. No unicorn alive can best him. Even the great Nmirr could barely match him. Does that honestly not scare you?”

Torment looked away, his sharp eyes catching the movement of the herd shifting in the rainy night. He did not feel fear, he never had. Not when his father’s herd was attacked; or when faced with the mallus Siabhor; not even when an unknown world called to him.

That fearlessness was still there; in fact it was more obvious, now the softness was washed away. No, all he felt now was a throbbing curiosity, and a desire to test himself. If he won Odile in the process, that was a benefit.

He turned his handsome head back to the black mare. “He has yet to fight me.”

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