it to Sonya. She sees Isaac with Joseph, and there’s a beautiful woman holding Isaac’s hand.
“Five years ago, a few of my kin and I were scouting the land for supplies when we saw a Vulture leaving and area which they had just finished raiding. We decided to search for survivors and found your brother barely alive.” Joseph stands up and pours more hot water into her cup. She didn’t realize she had almost finished it. Then he continues. “My sister, Rahna, treated his wounds until he was well. Isaac taught our children and us about medicine and technology and in return my father taught him how to enchant. He was a natural, as if it was in his blood. Rahna
fell in love with Isaac and they married. But years later she and a few others died from the cursed earth disease. Isaac became cold and dark toward the others. He searched many of our old manuscripts and found something that could bring my sister back from the dead which involves the sacred statue, Chenewa.”
Sonya looks at the picture again, noticing how happy he looks with Rahna. The pieces are begging to fit to the puzzle. He never wanted to be found. In the many years that she knew Isaac, he was finally happy. She feels glad that he never came back.
“I’m sorry to hear about your sister,” she says, handing the photo back to Joseph. “Let me talk to him so I can get it back for you.
Joseph shakes his head. “Isaac will not listen to anyone at this point. My father and I pleaded with him to stop before he would sink deeper into his madness.” Joseph pauses, looking at the photo. “He is like a brother to me... I can't allow him to hurt any more people.”
Sonya looks at him, not believing his last statement. She knows Isaac couldn’t hurt anyone, even if he wanted to. He was bullied in school, which Sonya had to defend constantly, and he is very shy. But somehow he has changed for the better from what she saw in the picture. He would’ve never had the courage to talk to a girl, especially by himself.
She stares back up at Joseph. “What do you mean, anymore ? Isaac hurt someone?”
Joseph leans forward in his chair, capturing Sonya’s undivided attention.
“The incident in Zone Phi was caused by Isaac.”
****
Sonya looks out at people from the window as Joseph drives. All those people. Husbands. Wives. Brothers and sisters. Isaac took so many innocent lives just to try and save one . How could he even cope with such a thing? Sonya tries to imagine. Now she sits in a van with a guy who knocked her out just by chanting and waving his hands, trying to convince Isaac to stop his quest before more lives are lost.
She touches her sidearm, thinking, why did she bring it and is she really going to need it? Boston always told her, “Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.” They were words spoken by true soldier, words that have saved her life.
The van pulls into an abandoned parking lot and circles up to the third level. It pulls into a parking spot near the exit ramp. Now, they wait.
“So this Chenewa Statue can really bring back the dead?” Sonya asks, reclining back in her seat.
“The statue is only a part of the many items needed to conjure the most complicated spells. Isaac somehow acquired the other items, but yes, with the statue it is possible to bring the dead to life.”
“He must have really loved her to go through all this trouble. Can’t really fault the guy for trying.”
Joseph locks eyes with Sonya. “Yes, I can. Even if he found another way to bring her back to life without the statue, I would say it’s wrong.”
Sonya sits up. “I’m not saying what he’s doing is right. He loved her and couldn’t live without her. It’s the first time Isaac experienced true love.” She reclines back again in her seat. “Give him a break,” she continues. “Haven’t you ever been in love?”
She waits for an answer.
“I have...and I left her buried where she belongs.” Then a car
“Five years ago, a few of my kin and I were scouting the land for supplies when we saw a Vulture leaving and area which they had just finished raiding. We decided to search for survivors and found your brother barely alive.” Joseph stands up and pours more hot water into her cup. She didn’t realize she had almost finished it. Then he continues. “My sister, Rahna, treated his wounds until he was well. Isaac taught our children and us about medicine and technology and in return my father taught him how to enchant. He was a natural, as if it was in his blood. Rahna
fell in love with Isaac and they married. But years later she and a few others died from the cursed earth disease. Isaac became cold and dark toward the others. He searched many of our old manuscripts and found something that could bring my sister back from the dead which involves the sacred statue, Chenewa.”
Sonya looks at the picture again, noticing how happy he looks with Rahna. The pieces are begging to fit to the puzzle. He never wanted to be found. In the many years that she knew Isaac, he was finally happy. She feels glad that he never came back.
“I’m sorry to hear about your sister,” she says, handing the photo back to Joseph. “Let me talk to him so I can get it back for you.
Joseph shakes his head. “Isaac will not listen to anyone at this point. My father and I pleaded with him to stop before he would sink deeper into his madness.” Joseph pauses, looking at the photo. “He is like a brother to me... I can't allow him to hurt any more people.”
Sonya looks at him, not believing his last statement. She knows Isaac couldn’t hurt anyone, even if he wanted to. He was bullied in school, which Sonya had to defend constantly, and he is very shy. But somehow he has changed for the better from what she saw in the picture. He would’ve never had the courage to talk to a girl, especially by himself.
She stares back up at Joseph. “What do you mean, anymore ? Isaac hurt someone?”
Joseph leans forward in his chair, capturing Sonya’s undivided attention.
“The incident in Zone Phi was caused by Isaac.”
****
Sonya looks out at people from the window as Joseph drives. All those people. Husbands. Wives. Brothers and sisters. Isaac took so many innocent lives just to try and save one . How could he even cope with such a thing? Sonya tries to imagine. Now she sits in a van with a guy who knocked her out just by chanting and waving his hands, trying to convince Isaac to stop his quest before more lives are lost.
She touches her sidearm, thinking, why did she bring it and is she really going to need it? Boston always told her, “Better to have it and not need it than need it and not have it.” They were words spoken by true soldier, words that have saved her life.
The van pulls into an abandoned parking lot and circles up to the third level. It pulls into a parking spot near the exit ramp. Now, they wait.
“So this Chenewa Statue can really bring back the dead?” Sonya asks, reclining back in her seat.
“The statue is only a part of the many items needed to conjure the most complicated spells. Isaac somehow acquired the other items, but yes, with the statue it is possible to bring the dead to life.”
“He must have really loved her to go through all this trouble. Can’t really fault the guy for trying.”
Joseph locks eyes with Sonya. “Yes, I can. Even if he found another way to bring her back to life without the statue, I would say it’s wrong.”
Sonya sits up. “I’m not saying what he’s doing is right. He loved her and couldn’t live without her. It’s the first time Isaac experienced true love.” She reclines back again in her seat. “Give him a break,” she continues. “Haven’t you ever been in love?”
She waits for an answer.
“I have...and I left her buried where she belongs.” Then a car
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