Tales of the Zorantian Brotherhood III
Washed in the Blood
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“Deb! When did you last sleep? You look hagridden.”
“Touched by God, perhaps,” he said, watching for her reaction.
Tor looked at him steadily, then sat down near his desk.
“You mean that literally,” she said, trying to remain sensible. “On that altar, I presume. Yes, I suppose your presence would have called Him.”
“My presence? I butchered His priest on His altar. I was washed in the blood of the priest as it flowed over me to that altar. I pulled down His image and destroyed the living stone that had fed him for millennia.”
Deb’s voice was rising in intensity.
“I am riding black winds that scorch my soul, Tor. I am the black winds.”
He stood on the edge of insanity. And stepped back. He continued quite reasonably.
“I need you here as my second. I believe we are both questioning my judgment. You will need to leave your clan to your second. It may be that this is the end of time.”
“Deb! The end of time is legend. Why should it be now? We have no proof that it will even come, that there is such a thing. You’re tired. We both know where your black winds come from and you have been riding them for a long time.”
His eyes blazed with green fire.
“And have you never wondered, sister, why the offworlders chose this time to destroy Zoran? Not a century ago, not two millennia, but this time? It is not I who am insane, but the offworlders: the Masters with their Dark Council plotting to reinstate the God of the Algolana so that they may have order in their galaxy. I see the future, Tor, and it is black and full of evil. I say it is the end of time.”
When the Last of the Brotherhood speaks the truth, all know it. Even younger sisters.
“We will need to call the clans together then. The Brotherhood must make the final choice.”
Her voice was somber.
“Why do you think I called you here?” he said, with a return of his normal impatience.
Also read: Tales of the Zorantian Brotherhood II: Suffer the Little Children, Tales of the Zorantian Brotherhood I: Black Winds
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