we know for certain in
this moment, is that five of the royal princesses disappeared from
this realm last night.”
“Six.” A voice came from the cavern
entrance.
Wraithe turned to see Rigo enter the
room with two women. Relief swept through him. His brother was more
than capable of taking care of himself, but being one of only three
of their kind marked and gifted with shifting abilities constantly
put him in danger. For whatever reason, his world just sat better
when his brother was nearby and safe.
“Six?” Drago questioned
him.
As Rigo walked further into the space,
the two women stepped up behind him.
“Late yesterday I sensed a shift
between the realms. It led me to an arboretum in Tanzania where I
found two roahn-ami attacking two women.”
There was a ripple of nervous energy
that sailed through the room, but no one spoke or questioned
him.
“Hayden and I were able to save one of
the women.” He turned and gestured to a petite Asian woman beside
him wearing a long flowing gown. “This is Fa Zhen. We believe the
other woman was Ella Cornwall. Though we cannot be certain and we
have no idea why both women were at the same place at the same
time.”
“Zhen, it’s good to see you.” Drago
walked over to her and exchanged a deep hug. “I’m glad you are
safe.”
“I cut off its hand.” She spoke
softly, almost as if she were ashamed of what she’d done, then
tipped her gaze to the floor.
“You’ve learned well.” Drago led her
to the front of the room and showed her a seat near Bala and
Luxe.
As he did, Rigo and Hayden stepped to
the front also. She briefly acknowledged her people, then began to
speak.
“We all know there’s only one reason a
roahn-ami makes an appearance. I think we can assume the
disappearance of all of our royals was at their hand.”
Drago came back to the front and
addressed the delegates.
“I’ve been monitoring things from the
Key for months now. We all know that the humans, unbeknownst to
them, have been aiding the shift to the dark. I think this recent
event is proof we are in dire times. The prophecy speaks that only
these seven royals can unite the Dark Marrow and bring peace and
balance to the light and the dark within the realm. My best guess
is someone, or something, within the Marrow is trying to seal the
darkness.”
“I agree. However—” Bayeen
stood, his slow movement and length of his hair showing his age.
“—we all know there are three failsafe prophecies. The Marrow being restored is
the second .”
Chatter sounded within the room.
Wraithe watched as brave warriors and spiritual masters alike, all
voiced the one thing no one understood. What happened to the first
prophecy?
“It is true that we should have seen
two great kingdoms rise to legend here in the human realms first.
Two kingdoms by two men, closer than brothers, their kingdoms would
rival one another and betrayal would darken their union, separating
the kingdoms one from another.” Bayeen continued, shaking his
finger at the gallery of faces before him.
“Bayeen, we all know the
prophecy. The only thing I can point to is that the human realm
scarcely uses monarchies in this day and age, so this
prophecy must have fulfilled itself at some other point in history and for
whatever reason, we all failed to see it.” Drago seemed dismissive
as he spoke of this key piece of information.
It was a dire thing to have missed.
These three prophecies were the core of both the nay-chi and
serahn’s existence.
“How could we possibly
have simply missed such a huge event? One that we were all looking for!” Another of the
serahn spoke up from the room, unsettling everyone.
“We aren’t here to discuss
the prophecies!” Drago’s voice bellowed. “We are here to save these
women first and foremost. We all know the fate of someone taken by
the roahn-ami. If there is even anything to be done, we don’t have much time.
Certainly there is no time for this argument, again.”
Wraith