Deep Into Destiny by Scot C Morgan

Author:Scot C Morgan
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: SWORD & SORORITY BOOK 3
Published: 2020-05-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

"You seem troubled, Faltimir," the acolyte said after lifting his gaze more to see the other green-hooded man standing in the doorway staring down at the black stone floor and shaking his head. His face resembled ash-covered bone in color, as did all the skin of all the Dark Lord's priests, most of their lives spent indoors, often in darker tunnels and caverns beneath the massive stone buildings of the Dark Lord's stronghold that could be seen by any foolish traveler with the fortitude and bad fortune to survive the mountainous trek there.

Faltimir, not the eldest in the priesthood, which would have allowed him to pass the duty on to someone else, held a position of greater responsibility than the young acolyte who addressed him. Faltimir, in that moment, wished he were either more senior or more junior. Unfortunately, he was neither. His experience and arcane skill had brought him the duty of monitoring the Dark Lord's realm through the pool of divination, a twenty-foot diameter hole in the natural stone cave beneath the room where he now stood. At one time, that was a duty he cherished, but not today.

He spent every day for the last year and a half peering into the dark gray vapors which hung in the air just above the thick black goo in the hole. Each day, after searching the ever-changing vapors for several minutes, he would drift into a trance and begin to see the secrets the swirling fog held for those trained as he had been. For the remainder of each day, once the trance had set in, Faltimir observed life across the land claimed by the Dark Lord—watching the activities in the towns, at the ports, and on the oft-traveled areas which connected different parts of the realm. And on the occasions when a command for specific knowledge came down to him from the Dark Lord, Faltimir would coax the gray cloud to show him the people or targeted location with which the Dark Lord had particular concern.

But now, he stood in the doorway, having left his post over the divination pool, girding himself on his way to an audience with the Dark Lord himself, to tell him of the event he'd witnessed—an event he wished had happened instead during the divination watch of his counterpart, who would continue sleeping until the two traded places, as they did each night. He thought of another of his fellow diviners, who had once shared with the Dark Lord news of the sort he now bore for delivery. He had never seen the man again, and only later heard of the audience the man had with the Dark Lord, and why.

Perhaps I will not suffer his fate.

"Are you troubled?" the acolyte asked Faltimir. "What did you see?"

Faltimir turned to the priest-in-training and stared at him a moment before answering. "If you have a chance to choose the path of divination over some other path as you progress in your studies..." He took a deep breath and let it out.

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