Chains of a Promise - Wolfheart (best ereader for academics .TXT) 📗

Chapter Four

Tiff's steps woke me from sleep. I rolled to face her, feeling sore and exhausted. She rubbed a paste over all of my burns - and the scrapes she noticed weren't there before.
She looked at them carefully.
Oh great Andoreous! She's going to find out!

"Don't try to train without me; especially when you're ill." She corrected.
"O-of course. Omen was here...so I thought he'd be enough..."
"You look like you trained almost the entire time we were gone." Chaos sounded surprised.
I felt the heat rise to my cheeks. "Not really. Only a little training exhausted me."
"Yeah." Omen came up from searching for firewood. "She's been out like the three moons on spring solace. We only trained for a half hour or so."
"Haven't you woke her to eat?" Tiff sounded angry.
"No. She was sleeping..."
"Never mind. The fire's low, too." I heard Tiff go up to the eat of the flames and poke it as Omen threw down the kindling. It roared at the new food.
A bird cawed in the trees. I looked around, and white caught my eye. It was there, in the trees. Its eyes locked with mine.
"The Messenger..." I whispered. Somehow, I knew everybody else was looking at him. I felt a pulse of energy, and realized that Tiff was releasing her gathered souls to him. Chaos followed her, and then me. Omen was last.
The temple...hurry to the temple. Great danger will befall Him if you are not there on the night of the new blue moon. Train hard, train fast. Do not waste time in collecting souls. Hurry, Chosen Ones.

Then the bird was gone from my vision.
"Tiff..." I whispered.
"What is it?" She wasn't phased.
"We must move faster...to the temple."
"Why? You're burned..."
I rose. "I...I must get there...we must get there...before the blue moon is full."
Her breathing and heartbeat quickened. "Orders?"
I nodded. "The Messenger said that Andoreous is in grave danger, and that we must hurry...that I need to train more, and learn faster..."
I shivered. "And that we're not to worry about collecting souls."

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Publication Date: 05-14-2011

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Dedication:
To my grandmother, for her strong belief in a single god, to Joseph Pruitt for his love no matter what and to my mother, Teresa McLaren, for her dedicated mother hood...