Page 100 of Eagleminder
“It isn’t the end,” the monster hissed. “It is only the beginning of her greatness.”
He saw when it would all happen.
She stood with her heels hovering over the edge of a dark and yawning pit. His Veilblade was in his clawed hand. She was crying, sobbing for him not to do it, but she didn’t understand. She would, soon enough.
He leaned in, and one last time, he kissed her soft human lips.
“Die, my love,” he whispered. “Or choose to join us and live.”
He killed her with that fated blade.
He drove it in deep, and the last part of him that was human, that one that had felt pain and sorrow and the deepest longings for love...
It died as she did.
But it wasn’t the end. It wouldn’t ever be.
This was only her beginning, as Kinlear pushed her backwards, into a dark and yawning pit.
Later, she rose.
She was drenched in shadows, crowned in glory that the Five could never even dare to try and claim.
Ezer, his Raphonminder, the woman from his dreams...
She was the next Acolyte.
And she was glorious.
