Today's is from the sequel to Silevethiel! It's a passage from quite early on in The Speaker and takes place in the Spirit World. I'd love to hear what you think! What did you enjoy about it? Share your thoughts in the comments!
“You can stand your ground, Irewen, or you can flee. No matter how each choice is weighed, the outcome will be the same. They will both end in death.”
“I refuse to believe this is the end!” Irewen balled her hands into fists, channeling her mounting frustration into the fingernails digging into the soft flesh of her palms. “I refuse to believe my fight is meant to end even before it’s truly begun! Elthad cannot be left unchallenged, Papa! By his hands, the entire world of Vaelinel will be destroyed! There must be a way for me to finish what I started!”
Her father waited before answering. His grey eyes, once vibrant and full of life stared at her from behind the mist, completely devoid of emotion. “There may be a way.”
Irewen had to fight to control her excitement. “Tell me.”
“It is dangerous and may still end in death.”
“That’s a risk I must take. The other options leave me with certainty of death."
“There is a place where the enemy cannot sense you. There is a place where Elthad’s bond cannot reach you. Walk in the shadows.”
“What does that mean?” Irewen asked, irritated at her father’s answer and subsequent silence. “I don’t understand!”
A faint trace of a smile flitted across her father’s lips and disappeared before Irewen could be sure it ever existed. “Let the dead keep you.”
Irewen didn’t have time to react. Her father’s apparition faded into the darkness, once again simulating with the one and the many.
She spun around, hoping to catch a glimpse of her father hovering somewhere else in the darkness. “Papa! Wait! Don’t leave me!”
Her cries were useless. He was gone. No explanation would come. He’d left her to figure the rest out on her own.
She sank to her knees, going over his words in her head. It seemed like absolute drivel. There wasn’t anywhere she could go where Elthad and his army wouldn’t be able to sense her. Walk in the shadows. Her father’s thin voice seemed to echo throughout the Spirit World. Let the dead keep you.
“No,” she whispered. “He couldn’t mean…” Her voice trailed off. The penetrating cold lessened, and a friendly warmth filtered into her body. A faint breeze floated about her, carrying the soft murmurs of the dead. She couldn’t make out any distinct words or phrases, but she somehow understood their message.
She studied the blackness, searching for the strange white light and violet mist. It wasn’t there. No one had come. She remained alone. But for the first time in all of her visits to the Spirit World, she didn’t feel like an outsider. The dead reached out to her. Caressing her, they welcomed her into their community. Tears filled the corners of her eyes. Let the dead keep you. The meaning of her father’s words was suddenly as clear as if he’d written it out for her and handed it to her in a sealed envelope. The dead were offering her safe passage through their world.
They were giving her their protection.
©2016 by Andi O'Connor