Chapter 11: An Angel Rises to Devil's CallA Chapter by ewest1220 "She stared around the dimly lit cathedral sadly. Her white dress and long blue hair flowing from an unseen breeze." Chapter 11: An Angel Rises to Devil's Call
Pain shot through her soul like white hot knifes. Well, the only part of her left was her soul, her spirit trapped in this great black void. But she had felt nothing for so long. Why now could she feel such pain? Her soul writhing and twisting with ache.
The woman's eyes opened as she screamed in pain. The voice was pulling away from her, the pain pressing harder and harder. Her body shook and her soul began to break Then, with a great flash and an explosion of pain her soul split itself from her body. The white light giving way to large cathedral where her body lay.
She stared down at her body curiously. Then, with another flash of pain two great white wings ripped themselves from Anri's shoulders. Blood spattering the stone ground behind her. The wings were identical to the ones surrounding her body on the floor, pure white, like an angels wings.
She stared around the dimly lit cathedral sadly. Her white dress and long blue hair flowing from an unseen breeze.
“But why have I been awakened?” the woman thought silently.
As if in answer to her question she heard the echo of two voices. Once sounded like a young man in his 20's. The other could be his father by the tones of voice.
“I would give you anything in my power to give for the service you have given me. But yet you ask nothing of me...” the older man's voice echoed around the cathedral.
“I do not deserve your thanks, nor your kindness my lord.” the young man replied impatiently.
“That voice...” the woman thought curiously. “It's familiar.”
“It was mere luck that brought us together that day,” the young man said. “Nothing more.”
“That voice,” the woman said out loud. “Why do I fear his voice?”
Suddenly her world collapsed around her. The stone crumbling to dust as pain overwhelmed her newly restored body. Meanwhile the voices of Issak and the King grew louder and louder...
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“There is no need to be so humble,” the King said to Issak lightly.
“Humble or not I do not seek reward,” Issak replied impatiently. “I do not understand your motive, you brought me here with no bodyguards. You even allowed me to keep my weapons.”
“That is actually why I brought you here,” the King said with a smile. “You have two daggers concealed under your shirt. They are made of iron if I'm not mistaken, but they are cheap and feeble yes, yes I do think you could use something different!”
The king reached into the hedge to his right, pulling out two curved daggers. “Take these at least. They are made from the same material as your sword. They should never wear or break.”
Issak, with a nod of gratitude, traded his weapons with the king.
“Is it not foolish,” Issak questioned cautiously. “to give a weapon to someone you barely know? I could be a shifter for all you know.”
“Innocent until proven guilty,” the Kind replied. “But it's not what you are, but who you are that truly matters to me.”
“A wise method, and an unusual one for a king,” Issak smiled softly. “Surely you must fear the damned nonetheless.”
“I do,” the King sighed. “I have been blessed as the curse of the damned has not yet plagued my humble abode. However I would have a hard time sentencing a man to death who's only crime is being born a monster.”
“You are a wise man,” Issak said as he sat down on a stone bench in the middle of the garden.
“So I've been told,” the King chuckled. “I don't suppose you would indulge me with your story.”
“My story?” Issak questioned.
“I would like you to start,” the King said, his tone changing. “With how you came upon my daughter in the woods.”
Suddenly he felt a stir in the air, as though something had brushed past him. He also felt a pair on unseen eyes that appeared fixed on him and the King. Issak drew his blade and yelled to the surrounding hedge. “Show yourself!”
“It seems that the spirits are watching us tonight,” the King said with a sigh. Unaware of the truth in his words.
“My daughter,” he began. “Told me that you had an interesting talk with her bodyguards, Tao and Merade the night before you arrived.
“She heard that did she?” Issak said as his heart sunk.
“She did,” the King sighed. “She begged and pleaded with me to help you. I told her that it was none of my business but...” he paused. “It's hard to say no to someone you love. And she carries a great deal of concern for you.”
“It was a moment of weakness,” Issak snapped. “Nothing more.
“I see,” the King said unimpressed. “Than allow me to rephrase my question. How did a man such as yourself become what you are now. From what my bodyguards said you made mincemeat out of almost 10 fully trained Amas soldiers. For one so young this is quite the accomplishment.”
“I must apologize,” Issak said slowly. “But that is a conversation for another day. If you please.”
“I understand,” the King said with a smile. “You are ever the mystery my friend. Will you at least answer me this.”
“Perhaps,” Issak said cooly.
“Do you love my daughter?” the King asked directly.
Issak was taken aback. His cool expression replaced with a shocked silence. “Do I love your daughter?” he repeated the question silently.
“My situation is such that I would never be able to have such a love,” Issak answered carefully.
“It is a yes or no question, Issak.” the King said cooly.
“I cannot say,” Issak said cautiously. “I know not much more about her than her title, and even that I have only known for a day.”
“Well said,” the King chuckled.
They talked for a long while about mundane things. Issak told him about the Amas army nearby. The King had already dispatched a messenger to deal with them. Long into the night they talked, Issak's cold heart finally beginning to give way to his gracious host.
***
The woman stared at the man she had heard in the cathedral. Her wings were no longer existent, two thick scars on her shoulders from where they had ripped the skin, her eyes were glowing with white light. She bent the light around her with the power, allowing no light to reach the eyes of Issak and the king.
She stared intently at the boy. He was a shifter, of that there was no doubt. But his mind was an enigma that she could not make sense of. She was reminded of a small light amid a sea of black. She had to make contact with him somehow. For she was certain the reason she had awakened had everything to do with the man before her.
“I believe that a man creates himself, it does not matter what is in his past, more what he choses to be in the present.” The King said to Issak.
“A wise man indeed,” the woman said under her breath as the two men stood up to leave. She followed them both back into the castle. The stillness of the night muffling her footsteps. © 2012 ewest1220Author's Note
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Added on August 10, 2012Last Updated on August 10, 2012 Tags: Book, Dark, Reflective, Fantasy Author
ewest1220Columbia Falls, MTAboutI have been writing for as long as I can remember. I have been featured in about 4 books, have won several contests for my work and currently have a paperback edition of my works. (Titled "A Winter Wa.. more..Writing
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