Bound by Hope by Ian Rodgers

Author:Ian Rodgers [Rodgers, Ian]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy
Published: 2019-01-30T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter 13: Divine meetings and betrayal

The aftermath of the storm lingered for a few days. Thick, gooey grey mud stretched out as far as the eye could see. As the sun continued to rise high into the sky day after day more and more of the wet earth dried out and hardened into a passable road once more.

For everyone in the Greysliver Caravan, despite the rain making a mess and setting them back two whole days, the mood was chipper as they once again made their way south. For one, it was nice and cool thanks to the rain dowsing the scorching soil. And second, there was no dust flying around to make people miserable. The infamous dust of the Cracked Land was still too wet, giving the travelers in the area almost an entire week of freedom from the irritating particles.

Dora’s mind was on other things over the course of the week. Without meaning to, she kept remembering the night Enrai had spent in her tent. Whenever she tried to think about how she’d rescue Holt and Scarrot and the rest, her mind would always drift to thoughts about whether or not they’d like Enrai. And when she attempted to plan and rehearse her speech to try and convince the Unchained Legion to help her, her eyes snagged onto the Monk’s visage out of the corner of her eye and she’d suddenly be fantasizing about the two of them.

‘Damned hormones!’ Dora growled to herself, disgusted at her body’s betrayal. Sure, Enrai was cute. She’d even go so far as to call the Monk handsome! And despite his flirting, which had toned down over the time they’d spent together, he never saw or treated her as anything less than an equal. That fact genuinely pleased her, as so many saw only her skin color or her gender and didn’t bother with anything else.

But she couldn’t find it in herself to consider Enrai as more than a friend. No matter what her traitorous feminine side said. Dora wasn’t even sure what she wanted, anymore.

So it was that Dora sat on her knees in her tent a week after that fateful storm, staring at two objects she’d desperately tried to ignore: a cast-iron idol of a man wrapped in chains, and a necklace with simple silver and gold charms. A silver bolt of cloth, a silver lily flower, and a golden dove were strung together with a thin piece of string that had become badly frayed yet still somehow remained intact over many years.

The former had a long crack running from top to bottom, and the Healer was reminded of what had happened in Naliot’s realm, and how the door to his realm had shudder and broken, resulting in an identical crack along its surface as the Divine Family tried to reach her. There was a sense of defeat that clung to the idol of the Enslaver God, and it lacked any sense of divinity.

On the other hand, the charms on the

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