7. Chapter 6
Chapter 6
Ma’dam Austeen
S taring through the shadows at the deteriorating house I once shared with Clovys, my heart weeps. Memories of its grandeur flash through my mind. Excitement grows as thoughts of what it will look like. “Soon,” I mutter under my breath.
The evening air surrounding us is cool as we stay out of sight. Only the rustling of fallen leaves and the creaking of old tree limbs can be heard.
A rushed gait breaks the silence, all of us on immediate alert, ready to defend ourselves, as the noise stops abruptly. Cloaked figures enter the clearing, bending at the waist, hands resting on their knees, attempting to catch their breath.
“The Scorpion, Eskòpyon, is on the way, Ma’dam Austeen. We have everything prepared,” a nervous voice says between pants.
Engines rumble in the distance, growing louder as they get closer.
“Good, make sure that nothing goes wrong. It will be years before we get another chance, and I don’t want to wait any longer,” I say flatly.
“The scarabs have predicted this. Nothing will go wrong.”
“Let’s hope that stays true,” I say wistfully.