Divinity: Transcendence: Book Two (The Divinity Saga) Read Online Free Page B

don’t know by now, just know that I and all of the rest of us do.” She smiled.
    I smirked. “Well you all can drop that image of me, because now that she’s immortal…” I then began with a devious grin.
    Edanai shook her head. “Cut it out. I’m going to go help finish dinner. Rahab is making smoked pheasant. If you need any help, you’d better not hesitate to summon all of us, and I mean that, you got me?” She pointed a long nailed index finger at me.
    “ Sure.” I said, as I rose and ascended over the staggered outcropping of stone and boulders, near the waterfall, where I would create my portal.
    “ I mean it Cam`ael.” She warned, “Hopefully after all of this, you’ll let your hair grow back out. I prefer it long like you always keep it. And don’t go too long without checking in either.” She then said.
    With h ands splayed, my fingers working in a blur, I traced the outline of the familiar ancient, glyphic symbols in the air, and recited the short phrase in a hushed whisper .
    “ Yes, mother. ” I then replied jokingly, once I had finished. A flash of fractal light burst forth, and the portal began to form slowly. Once it expanded into a shimmery, elongated oval, I swiftly ghosted through.
                                             
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    II. Starling:
     
     
     
    D eath is serene and peaceful.
    The sensation of floating, weightless inside a sea of delicate mist and smoky light, without a s ingle care, or worry would be more accurate to describe it.
    There’s no longer any fear or pain.
    I don’t understand why people are so afraid of it. I suppose it’s because of the unknown, or spending eternity in some place they hoped to avoid…like Hell, or—here in emptiness. Surely, this couldn’t be heaven. Maybe it wasn’t what everyone thought it would be. Maybe this was what it was supposed to be.
    Nothing more than silence and peace.
    It was soothing, but I was beginning to feel that if I had to drift on and on like this forever, alone—I’d probably go insane.
    Apparently, I could still think and indulge in silent self-monologues. However, the one thing that was proving to be a stubborn mental obstacle for me, was remembering how I ended up here in the first place. Stinging pain, agony, and coldness were the only sensations that came to mind.
    So, where were the proverbial pearly gates? Angels to greet me, or even ghosts of people that have died to either prepare, welcome, or tell me that I made a wrong turn somewhere? More importantly, where was God? Like everyone else, I wanted to know what he was and what he looked like.
    Maybe c oasting along in a white void of no return, with nothing to see and no one to talk to, was Hell after all.
    The sound of my own thoughts, without having an actual physical voice to match it, was an inexplicable feeling. Though I think I can remember my name, what my own voice sounded like, or even what I physically looked like, everything else was a distant, unconnected memory.
    Strangely, I couldn’t remember anything about myself past existing. Faint images, and the movement of shadows and beings with wings, flickered deep in the recesses of my thoughts, but stubbornly lie camouflaged from any recognition.
    The feeling of uncertainty and fear didn’t cross my mind, until I saw several powerfully bright orbs of light. They were like sudden flashes from a gigantic camera, going off randomly all around me. They flared soundlessly, or maybe because I had no ears to hear them…but then again, how could I be seeing these lights without eyes?
    Moreover, how could I have eyes without a face? A face without a body?
    Wait…eyes, a face—I still had a face? I must.
    Well, then that means that I still had a body, which meant that...I was still physically alive.
    But how is that possible?
    Suddenly, a slow state of consciousness began to