Valkyrie Divided (Pyralis Book 2) by Brandy L Cunningham

Author:Brandy L Cunningham [Cunningham, Brandy L]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-10-12T05:00:00+00:00

14

Place of Past and Ruin

Haunted by the vision of Aeron I had been shown, I crept quietly out of the crumbled garden, toward the marble steps that led into The house where I had been born. My memories of this place were sporadic, but as I stepped inside, they began putting themselves together, like the long lost pieces of a puzzle. It was like walking into a film, seeing memories play out around me over and over. Sometimes, they made me smile, but other times, they brought forth a great sadness.

I paused in every room, hoping that one of the memories falling back into place would be the one I had been longing for, but again and again I was disappointed. When I reached the room where I had grown from child to woman, my heart stilled. Besides the spider webs, dust and decay, it was nearly the same as I remembered. As though a spell had been cast over this place to keep the hands of time from twisting it, there it was. I could easily envision myself flopping onto the large canopy bed, laughing and crying with my sister as our brother chased and tormented us.

I could remember the first time I had snuck off into the woods deep in the night to make my first kill. I hadn’t been able to hold it in that night, and when I had returned to my room, bloodstained and confused, all I had felt was guilt for the human life I’d taken. I had lain in that bed and wept half the night, until my brother and my sister had come, pulled to me by the connection we shared and the weight of my guilt. I remembered telling them what I had done, and they had soothed me and explained to me the way things were. After that, I never killed again. I learned to curb my hunger, to satiate it without killing.

My chin trembled and heat burned my eyes. I remembered crying back when I was young. I had seen the tears that came from Aeron’s memory in the garden. I knew it wasn’t impossible for us to cry as I had thought, only, apparently, for me. I longed to cry, but try as I may, nothing happened. I was about to move on, when I felt the familiar heat along my back, sliding up and over my shoulder, and along my jaw before dissipating. The decaying curtains near the window with its broken glass fluttered. I stepped into the room, drawn in by the movement.

When I stood directly in front of the window, I peered out, into the garden I had sat in not long ago. There in the shadows, I could see him again. Only, this wasn’t the same time as it had been earlier. This version of Aeron seemed somehow younger, more carefree and he wasn’t dealing with pain. This Aeron smiled mischievously as he stared up at my window, and as I looked down, I could see the memory there.

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