Messenger of the Dark Prophet (The Bowl of Souls Book 2) by Trevor H. Cooley

Author:Trevor H. Cooley [Cooley, Trevor H.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2013-11-25T16:00:00+00:00

The night waned and morning neared but Piledon still couldn’t sleep. He stared at the shadows on the wall by his bed and agonized over his situation. There was something bad going on inside the school, something he had unwittingly become a part of. The things he knew weighed so heavily on his mind that he couldn’t keep it to himself. He had to tell someone the truth. But who?

Perhaps Justan was right. Perhaps Professor Beehn would understand, but he was reluctant to bring it up. The portly professor still seemed angry at him because of the part he had played with the golem incident and he didn’t know the least of it. Piledon gritted his teeth.

It didn’t matter what the professor thought, he would tell him anyway. He would do it in the morning. It was the only way he could live with himself. He rolled onto his stomach and closed his eyes tighter, praying that sleep would finally come.

Just as sleep started to creep in, he felt something pressing in on the back of his mind. It was that voice again. He used every bit of mental strength he had to push it away. He didn’t want to hear her mad ramblings anymore. Besides, what if she heard his thoughts? What if she heard his plans?

The door to the room creaked open again. Was Justan back? He turned over and froze at the sight of who was in the doorway.

“So Piledon, you have been looking nervous lately,” the student said and closed the door.

“I-I don’t know what you mean? W-what are you doing here anyway? If you were caught in here at this time of night, what would they think?” Piledon stammered.

“I would get a stern warning for being in your room after curfew. No one has reason to suspect anything else, now do they?”

“No, I-I guess not. What do you want anyway? Make it quick. Justan could be back here any minute. If anyone would think it strange for you to be here, he would.”

The student stepped closer. “Don’t worry about that. I saw Justan leave the school tonight. It looks like Professor Valtrek has sent him away for some reason.”

Piledon didn’t like that one bit. The fact that he shared a room with Justan was the only thing that made him feel safe at night anymore, but he didn’t let the student know that. “Oh, well good. Finally I have my room to myself. So what do you want?”

“With Justan gone, I thought it was the perfect time to ask you some questions.”

“O-okay, sure. What do you want to know?”

The student pulled a small wrinkled sphere from the pocket of its robes. It glowed weakly. At the sight of the moonrat eye, Piledon began to shiver again. “Why don’t you have your treasure on you, Piledon? Where is it? Why don’t you keep it on you like she asks?”

He pointed a shaking finger at a pile of clothes in the corner. “It’s in my other robe. I guess I forgot it a few times.

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