My confusion grows.
These aren’t the chapters the book showed me before. None of these relate to Celesta.
Life? Death? Darkness? Light?
No, these very clearly relate to the primordials.
But…
Fate? Judgment? Time?
I’m not familiar with them. If they’re primordials, they’re not listed inThe Elder Mythos.
Gods, maybe?
Fate would be Nektos…
But the other two?
I shake my head. It doesn’t make sense.
The runes begin to fade, leaving one line behind. The top one.
The Aegis of Aether.
I don’t understand.
The magic I seek isn’t related to Aether.
And I don’t give ashitabout wielding Aether as my mother had.
Gods damn it.
I slap the cover shut with a frustrated snarl.
If I wanted fables about the old gods, I would haveaskedfor that. Clearly the spell used to create this book is waning here in the living realm. I should have never bothered to bring it with me.
It’s proven to be useless.
Flinging myself upright and out of my seat, I breeze onto the balcony, needing the night air. Perhaps it’s grown a touch too cold now to stand outside in nothing more than a night camisole, but I don’t care. I’ll survive.
Leaning against the stone balustrade, I peer over the lawn.
There’s no lingering evidence of the small dinner party from earlier this evening. A dinner to celebrate Lilith and Fenryn. The table, chairs, magelights, the laughter… all gone. The lawn sits empty, dark.
I wish the best for them.
Truly, I do.
Let their journey be easier than the path Ryc and I have been set upon by Fate. I scoff a small bitter laugh.
An explosive caw cuts through the silence of the night, followed by shrieking choral cries in response. Overhead, a twisting black cloud takes shape against the night sky. Talons and beaks and wings swirl around a bead of white.
A single white bird in a sea of black.
My eyes narrow.
The white raven?
