72. Solace
Chapter 72
Solace
A thundering crack echoed throughout the small stone cell that my father trapped me in millennia ago. His protective measures greatly dissipated over the years—or Kaos and I just found ways around them—but the last decade proved to be extremely difficult to get messages to our descendants.
He must have enlisted the help of that half-breed sister.
My lip curled at the thought.
She would be the first to die.
My sneer turned into a smile at the thought.
A second crack reverberated through the space and then I felt it.
It was a small brush of magic, but it was there.
I moaned at the feeling and moved to the edge of my cell. I could just see the runes etched into the floor through a crack in the wall and I watched as they flared and then broke apart as the floors shook and cracked.
All at once, I felt my power, my true power rushing back and I groaned at the sheer ecstasy of the feeling.
It was borderline sexual, and I reveled in it.
“Sister,” a raspy voice called, and I opened my eyes with a smile.
I pushed at the walls of my prison, pleased when they simply crumbled at my touch .
I stepped into the small, dark hallway, now lit by the embers so indicative of Destruction Magic.
“Hello, Kaos,” I purred.
He looked the same as he did a millennium ago, tall and broad with jet-black hair and eyes to match. I was his opposite in all ways, my milky-white hair and skin providing balance between us.
A dark smile lit his face that had me sending a feral one back in turn.
“He’ll be coming soon, Solace, if he’s not here now.”
I sneered again before grabbing Kaos’ forearm.
“Come, brother. We have work to do.” I delayed a moment—just long enough to see the fear and frustration on my father’s face as he appeared around the corner.
“Solace, Kaos, wait,” he began, but I never gave him the time to finish. I sent a wisp of white magic—so translucent it was almost clear—toward him and, when it collided with his eyes, a vision took him.
“That should hold him for a bit,” I clipped and Kaos laughed.
I closed my eyes, still grasping Kaos’ arm, and pulled him with me to the woods that surrounded what was once the home of my descendants.
A crack accompanied our arrival, and I breathed deeply, releasing Kaos’ arm.
Soon my father’s chosen children would appear, and we had much to do to prepare for their arrival. Together we exited the woods and strolled down the embankment through the dense fog, the spirits of my descendants cascading over me.
They knew what everyone else soon would:
The gods walked in Elyria once more.