Chapter Four
SUNDAMAR
They had traveled at dawn for hours, following it, trying to keep up with it as Sonhadra was in a stage of awakening below him. He hadn’t left the throne room since his lifeforce had returned. The need to find his brother before Lusheenn roiled through his head.
Sundamar remembered impatience, and he hated it. He remembered hate and detested that as well. He then remembered what it was like to detest... Even if he had chosen to walk the empty pathways of his quiet city, he would have found no rest or reprieve. It seemed like every minute a new sensation wracked his body.
So he chose to stay at the reins, maneuvering the molo farther and farther off its path, watching the world being crushed beneath his city’s feet. If Sonhadra were populated, there would’ve been guilt.
He closed his tired eyes, feeling another wave of uncomfortable emotion, but like the moving cities of light, it was just as ghostly and just as quiet.
“Quist hasn’t moved,” Galan said, coming up behind him.
Sundamar had noticed that as well. It had been hundreds of years since he last saw his third brother and even though there was time between them, he knew his brother was still the same valos he was back then.
“Lusheenn has him.” He was almost afraid to say it out loud but he knew it was true. He knew the moment Quist had encountered their Creator because when he had, Sundamar’s body had hardened and burned up. A solar flare of heat crashed over him and hisneed—a need that made him want to slam his fist through the stone dais—took control of his burgeoning body.
It had been violent, potent. His sex organ had stiffened and he had thrust his hips outward.
Galan had felt it too because his brother had promptly left the throne room with thundering steps and bladed wings screeching across the floor.
As he chased the dawn, Sundamar, in his privacy, released his member and explored it, finding delicious reprieve in his hand. Even now as he looked down, the dried spume of his first seed marked the floor.
Now, all he could think about was doing it again and wondered why his Creator cursed him with this sudden, inexplicable need to mate when there were no female light valos to be had.
Galan strode past him, stepping through his semen and scattering its dried flakes into dust, and up to the wall-less view of Sonhadra the throne room overlooked, stationed at the apex of the molo’s gigantic head. The rising sun was beside them now that they were off the path, where before it had always been behind them. The City of Dawn always remained in the first light of day until now.
“We’re almost upon him. Do you think it’s a trap?” Galan said grimly, surveying the landscape.
“It doesn’t matter,” he responded, just as grim. “We’ll face it regardless.” The lumbering beast took another massive step forward, clearing miles of land in moments. “If anyone is to appeal to Lusheenn, it will be me.”
“Would you sacrifice yourself for him?”
Sundamar’s broadsword quivered slightly, the first time in hours. He and Galan watched it carefully until it resettled.Why aren’t you avoiding us, Quist?
“I would gladly meet my end for all my brothers. For any of them,” he said, the muscles in his biceps bulging. “If my sacrifice would bring back all the light valos...”
Galan humphed. “No one likes a martyr, Sundamar.”
Sundamar’s lips twitched into a smirk. “Even so, a king would die for his people.”
