Chapter 10 Saff
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Itake a wide berth of the Silver Sands when night falls. Having lived here for many rotations, I know what they get up to at night.
Thoughts of my egg back with Orion fill me with uncertainty.
I know he would never hurt the egg. It’s why my mate gave it to him.
Orion is not like the other Gods. He never sought to pit us against each other.
Orion created us out of reflections of himself.
He made us immortal because he saw us as family.
For a time, we used to live in harmony with the creatures of this land—the animals before the current incarnations the Gods made. Until they grew jealous of what Orion had created—the beasts. So, they created their fae, silvers and mers in the likeness of themselves.
Creation takes imagination. It takes depth of soul, and just because you are created as a God doesn’t mean you are more than any other being. Fate is the true predecessor of everything within the stars.
I’m not mad at Orion. He was imprisoned, just as all his creatures were after the war. I’m angry at the situation he helped create.
Swooping down over the twinkling sand, the suns crest over the horizon. I look at the sandstone buildings and billowing cotton roofs of the Kingdom of Osear. I should go back.
Flying back over the town, an eerie crackle lights my core. Where are the silvers? They are not strewn across the ground as they so often are after a night of carnality.
Swinging around, I see only sand where bodies should be lying. From past experiences in this kingdom, they often bask naked in the morning suns’ rays. Spreading my wings, I hover over the circular landing zone in the centre of the kingdom.
This cannot be.
Where are the silvers?
Where is Dove?
A squawk sounds off from a roof in the distance. The white bird that follows the fae male.
Something is off about this. I don’t like it. I’m too big to investigate the walls. All I can do is wait. The wolf will keep Dove safe.
I must save my fire for my young.
Even if it is tempting to burn this place to the ground.