Pyramus looked around and then finally spoke. “As everyone here knows, twenty-one years ago a child was born into this world, a special child, the child of the Tanith Prophecy, the Chosen One. This child has been watched over, and without knowledgeable interference, has been taught many things that will prove helpful in the coming months. We have secretly watched over her, and now we feel it is time that our outside influence ends and our diligence in her full training begins. The Mirror of Souls has also revealed to me that Fallon is indeed the one who is bringing forth dark creatures from the depths. He has learned that Melenthia is the one who will destroy him. He has learned that bearing him a son is the final act to seal the pact he has with the Dark One. He will not rest until she has been overtaken, and he will not stop until she bears his child. We have been enlisted by the souls of our ancestors to stop him. We have to keep him from obtaining his goal. The Dark One is rising. The time has come. Her training time has arrived.” He looked over at Sol. “What news do you have in this matter?”
“I know that Melenthia has slipped out of Lachlan Castle and is being tracked by Bounty Hunter and King’s Counselor, Alekzand’r Morgan. He will find her and bring her to Drydon Keep for protection. King Dainard will look after her, but he doesn’t know why Fallon wants her. He will do everything in his power to find out though, that is in his nature.”
“Is she safe there?”
“For now. Fallon will eventually figure it out, his wraith will make sure of that.” He paused. “If I might venture an opinion.”
“Of course, you have the trust of this council.”
“I believe that this wraith is the real master of this game Fallon is playing. I believe he will be the one to carry out the Dark One’s plans. Fallon is only the pawn. The Dark One needs a human body to produce the child of his heir. Melenthia would be the host for his heir and once that happens, Fallon will no longer be useful.”
Pyramus stared at Sol for a moment, frowning.
“Perhaps you are right. It is he who will be telling Fallon how to bring forth his minions from the dark.” He looked to Tomaz. “You will go with Sol to Drydon Keep. It is time that all the players in this plan are given their roles and time for Melenthia to become what she was born to be. You must train her.”
“She will resist, Pyramus. She is fiery and stubborn. She will not want to believe what we tell her. It will take some convincing.”
“That is why I am sending you both, to make her believe and train her. She must be willing to fight for her world and do so out of love for it, or she will not be able to overcome the evil that will try to possess her. She must be ready in time, or she will fail.”
Tomaz and Sol bowed to their leader and then bowed to each other. They would go to Drydon Keep. The time for their role had come.
“There’s one other thing.”
They looked at Pyramus again.
“The Mirror of Souls has told me that she has not yet fallen in love.”
“That’s correct. She has refused every man that her father has suggested. She has refused every noble that has even shown the slightest interest. That is why Fallon was able to coerce her father into giving her hand over to him.”
“The mirror tells me that unless she finds the one that is true, she cannot expect to win over the darkness. She must not be alone in this fight. The one true love will make her stronger and make the bond Fallon has on her weak. He will present himself in time, and we can only hope it will not be too late.”
They both nodded to him again and left the hut.
CHAPTER 12
When light came, Alekzand’r had already made it all the way through town and had found out nothing. He had already hit all the businesses in town and questioned many people whom he found around town, in the marketplace, and in the streets. Either everyone had actually seen no one, or they were all being very tight lipped about it. He feared if someone did know something, when Fallon came through, they would not be able to be so silent about what they knew. If anyone knew anything, Fallon would find a way to make them tell him. Alekzand’r had to find someone who would risk trusting him, or he feared Melenthia wouldn’t be able to slip away for long. He growled. He was frustrated at himself for not being able to find her as quickly as he thought. He was a Bounty Hunter trained and skilled at tracking, and he was having trouble finding her, a woman who had never been out beyond her castle walls overnight in her life. If the people in town were really hiding her, they were doing a good job. If she was out there somewhere and he had missed her, he would have to pat Kevaan on the back for the thoroughness of his instruction. Of course, if she were too good, he would fail, then where would they be?