desperate we are,” Grace breaks eye contact with me and looks back outside towards the beach. “You know,” she says so faintly I can barely hear, “I don’t think I’ve ever shown anyone that, and they not freak out at least a little.”
Grace is back on turning the natural green rock black. I don’t really know how to explain it at this point. If I mention she is Death’s child, she might block me out again. “You’re my sister,” is all I can really I say, and I hope it is enough to at least get us started on talking about the subject. If her country is infested with these creatures called devilins, then we really need to start focusing our energy on the task at hand. Sethos is much closer to taking over the world than I thought.
Chapter 7
Grace looks at me for a long time after I again tell her she is my sister, and I mean she really looks at me. Then, for the first time since we’ve met, I see her form just the slightest of smiles. It is not much. I don’t expect it to be. We have just witnessed a horrific scene, where she clearly lost somebody she cared deeply for. The tips of her lips curve up only a bit, and it is an odd sight. The bottom half of her face appears amused, but the top half is clearly despaired.
As confusing as it is for me to evaluate, it is something and enough for me to know she believes me. She offers to hear my story about us supposedly being sisters, but only if I can talk and work at the same time. She wants to tend to her fallen soldiers while there is a moment of peace.
I nod my head in agreeance to her terms. We should tend to the fallen while we can. Their bodies deserve to rest easy. We head back to the beach and spend the next hour or so finding all of Grace’s men, women, and wolves. A few of the members who had been aboard the ship have made it to shore, and they help us in identifying some of the remains so they can be sorted properly.
As I help them find and wrap their friends in some of the sheets the others brought with them ashore, I’m explaining to Grace everything I know. Well, almost everything. I’m leaving the part about me being chosen as the anchor and collecting the knowledge of our dead sisters out of this story.
Now just isn’t the time. If Grace feels even a tiny bit threatened, she’ll turn on me in an instant. That being said, I do explain to her the majority of it. I tell her about the grand dragons, about Sethos, about a need for balance to keep the world functioning. I tell her about our history, our purpose, and our other sister, Adira.
Grace is listening as we continue to wrap the bodies up and put them on the small boat the others used to get to shore, but it’s evident she thinks I should be locked away somewhere. At first she doesn’t believe my story, and by the time I’m done, it is clear she does not want to. But I noticed as I progressed and told her more, she became more convinced. By the end I’m sure she does believe me because deep down inside of her she knows it is the truth. She can sense it.
We get the last body onboard, and Grace orders one of her people to take them back. A smaller, skinnier man hops aboard the small boat with the dead, and pulls a lever. Steam is released from the back as a motor that had been idle comes roaring back on. He gives one final nod to his captain before setting off. Grace then orders the two others to move the indigenous people and wrap them, so the scavenger animals will not be able to feast on their carcasses.
When the two others leave, she returns her attention to me. “You are crazier than the religious nut of the jungle people,” she says, “but if you can help my country, my people, I might be willing to give this a shot.”
Finally! I finally broke through to one them. I did not expect it to be Grace first, but I am relieved. Convincing Grace to work with Adira has to be harder than convincing Adira to work with Grace.
“There’s just one problem,” Grace says. “There
Grace is back on turning the natural green rock black. I don’t really know how to explain it at this point. If I mention she is Death’s child, she might block me out again. “You’re my sister,” is all I can really I say, and I hope it is enough to at least get us started on talking about the subject. If her country is infested with these creatures called devilins, then we really need to start focusing our energy on the task at hand. Sethos is much closer to taking over the world than I thought.
Chapter 7
Grace looks at me for a long time after I again tell her she is my sister, and I mean she really looks at me. Then, for the first time since we’ve met, I see her form just the slightest of smiles. It is not much. I don’t expect it to be. We have just witnessed a horrific scene, where she clearly lost somebody she cared deeply for. The tips of her lips curve up only a bit, and it is an odd sight. The bottom half of her face appears amused, but the top half is clearly despaired.
As confusing as it is for me to evaluate, it is something and enough for me to know she believes me. She offers to hear my story about us supposedly being sisters, but only if I can talk and work at the same time. She wants to tend to her fallen soldiers while there is a moment of peace.
I nod my head in agreeance to her terms. We should tend to the fallen while we can. Their bodies deserve to rest easy. We head back to the beach and spend the next hour or so finding all of Grace’s men, women, and wolves. A few of the members who had been aboard the ship have made it to shore, and they help us in identifying some of the remains so they can be sorted properly.
As I help them find and wrap their friends in some of the sheets the others brought with them ashore, I’m explaining to Grace everything I know. Well, almost everything. I’m leaving the part about me being chosen as the anchor and collecting the knowledge of our dead sisters out of this story.
Now just isn’t the time. If Grace feels even a tiny bit threatened, she’ll turn on me in an instant. That being said, I do explain to her the majority of it. I tell her about the grand dragons, about Sethos, about a need for balance to keep the world functioning. I tell her about our history, our purpose, and our other sister, Adira.
Grace is listening as we continue to wrap the bodies up and put them on the small boat the others used to get to shore, but it’s evident she thinks I should be locked away somewhere. At first she doesn’t believe my story, and by the time I’m done, it is clear she does not want to. But I noticed as I progressed and told her more, she became more convinced. By the end I’m sure she does believe me because deep down inside of her she knows it is the truth. She can sense it.
We get the last body onboard, and Grace orders one of her people to take them back. A smaller, skinnier man hops aboard the small boat with the dead, and pulls a lever. Steam is released from the back as a motor that had been idle comes roaring back on. He gives one final nod to his captain before setting off. Grace then orders the two others to move the indigenous people and wrap them, so the scavenger animals will not be able to feast on their carcasses.
When the two others leave, she returns her attention to me. “You are crazier than the religious nut of the jungle people,” she says, “but if you can help my country, my people, I might be willing to give this a shot.”
Finally! I finally broke through to one them. I did not expect it to be Grace first, but I am relieved. Convincing Grace to work with Adira has to be harder than convincing Adira to work with Grace.
“There’s just one problem,” Grace says. “There
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