The Shadow Curse by Kala Merseal

Author:Kala Merseal [Merseal, Kala]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Seven Stars Press
Published: 2020-06-29T16:00:00+00:00

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Cirith met his elders in the lower levels, waiting before the healing chambers where they kept the wounded mortal.

He had scoured the tomes and found many useful insights from his predecessors. It had been centuries since he last rummaged through their pages and found that despite reading it before, he noticed bits of knowledge that he hadn’t remembered or thought of.

The information harrowed Cirith and he had called out to his goddess for confirmation. The only hint of approval was a breeze that swept through his hair, as though she combed her fingers through the strands in comfort. The tome with the most valuable information settled under his arm as he stood before his elders, their questioning looks falling to it.

“We have talked,” Solas said, his arms crossed. “If we cannot resolve this mortal’s conditions then we must get rid of him.”

Cirith nodded. “Then we must discuss what the Goddess and Great Spirit wish to do with him.”

“What is it that you found?” Misandreas asked. Her brows knitted together as she watched Cirith lift the tome and open it to a bookmarked page.

“Vilithian and you were there when I appeared, rebirthed and merging with Rasilvanor, those many thousands of years ago,” Cirith said. “But I was not the first, and the way that I was reborn was not often how it was done.”

“No,” Vilithian said. “You are right. The first vessel of Rasilvanor was initiated and given his Spirit in that rite.”

“Well.” Cirith loosed a breath as he handed the tome to him. “I found the ritual.”

The three elders cluttered around the book, eyeing the pages detailing the rite.

Then all three turned their wide, gleaming eyes on their Guardian—one read disbelief, the other rage, and the third deep contemplation.

“You wish to rebirth him,” Solas spat. “But with whom? What Spirit is accepting of that covenant?”

Cirith, knowing the ill-tempered elder would throw a fit, said, “I don’t know. But there is an agenda with our goddess. I feel that she has a Spirit in mind.”

“And if it doesn’t work?”

“Then he dies, and we apologize to the princess and move on.”

Solas quieted, his eyes still distrustful.

Vilithian closed the tome, the bookmark still poking from the pages.

“We will do this.” The eldest bowed his head to Cirith.

“It is what the Goddess wants.”

“When?” Misandreas eyed her council, a frown creasing her expression.

“It is best that we make haste,” Cirith said. “The princess is resting after removing that seal and another day of waiting will put her commander further at odds.”

“Then you suggest we do this at midnight.”

“I do.”

The three elders nodded, though Solas still fumed in silence. Cirith scrutinized the ill-tempered elder.

“Misandreas and Vilithian, prepare the ritual and transfer him from the healing chambers to the sanctuary.”

Cirith still eyed Solas. “You and I must speak.”

Solas began to retort but fell silent. Then with a dip of his head, he conceded to his Guardian. Solas followed as Cirith left the council room, and they continued until they were walking side-by-side through the fortress. When they came to the guests’ living quarters, Cirith halted and turned to his companion.

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