{"id":1434,"date":"2012-09-21T00:00:39","date_gmt":"2012-09-21T04:00:39","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=1434"},"modified":"2012-09-20T21:04:17","modified_gmt":"2012-09-21T01:04:17","slug":"winter-chapter-21-05","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=1434","title":{"rendered":"Winter – Chapter 21 – 05"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Marin saw it first, the figure silhouetted against the darkness and the wind and blowing snow.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Thom knew because she tensed next to him, her head jerking to one side as she struggled to get a better look at whoever\u2014whatever\u2014it was.\u00a0<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>He looked where she looked and swallowed hard.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cDid you kill them all?<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>The raiders?\u201d he breathed, barely audible over the wind.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cNo,\u201d she said.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cBut if that\u2019s one of them, I\u2019m going to kill them with my bare hands, one way or another.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>She took a slow step forward.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Thom went with her.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The figure drew closer, became more distinct.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Gods and monsters,<\/em><\/span> Thom thought.<\/span>\u00a0 It\u2019s a woman.<\/em><\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>She reminded him of the Morrigan\u2014she shot shivers up and down his spine like the Celtic death goddess had.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>The figure that began to slowly fade into view was small and slender, her body cloaked in fine but tattered robes of gray and blue.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Her black hair hung in a waves across her shoulders, braids framing her face.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Bright gray eyes reflected what little light there was, seeming to glow from the dark shadows surrounding them.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>It was as if she\u2019d smudged the hollows around her eyes with charcoal, if only to emphasize the paleness of the gray on white.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Her skin was the same color as the snow driving from the sky, catching in her coal black hair and melting oh-so-slowly.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>She stepped toward them, barefoot in the snow, taking one step, then another.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>She stopped a few feet from them as he and Marin drew to a stop.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Blue-black lips parted and she spoke, her voice the sound of ice shattering against itself\u2014beautiful, musical, and jarring all at once.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cHad we known what wonders those <\/span>principes illegitimi Hibernia mysticum<\/span><\/em> would eventually spawn, we might have held out for that woman to finally die instead of settling for the elder.\u201d<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Thom felt Marin stiffen.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Their fingers laced together and he squeezed her hand tightly.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 What the hell is she talking about?<\/em>\u00a0 <\/span>He kept his expression carefully blank.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>If this woman was their enemy, there was no reason to let her know she had the upper hand.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The woman\u2019s hands, small and delicate like a child\u2019s, disappeared into her long, wide and ragged sleeves.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>From one sleeve, clutched in one small fist, she drew forth a tarnished silver chain with an equally tarnished medallion.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Thom sucked in a breath.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 It\u2019s almost identical to the one that Teague gave to Kira.<\/em><\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>He could see it clearly, despite the darkness, despite the snow and wind that stung his eyes and made them tear.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>He could see the blade, the leaf, the flame and the star.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>His heart crept up into his throat and he swallowed, stomach twisting.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cBloody hell,\u201d he breathed.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cWho are you?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Marin asked, her voice a whisper, barely louder than his.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The woman-child smiled.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cA mother, a child, a sister, a daughter.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Winter.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Death.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>The sunset and the moonrise.\u201d<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cRiddles,\u201d Marin said, the word a bullet of ice.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>The woman laughed.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cFire!<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>You get it from them, I know it.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>He was the same when you pushed.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>I loved it.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>I loved every moment I was with him.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Pity I had to share.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Her eyes dropped.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cPity he was lost.\u201d<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cOh gods and monsters,\u201d Marin whispered, hand spasming around Thom\u2019s.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cSeamus.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>You\u2019re talking about <\/span>Seamus<\/span><\/em>.\u201d<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cBright, too, aren\u2019t you, <\/span>auguratrix<\/span><\/em>?<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Yes.<\/span>\u00a0 Mei lumen cordis<\/em><\/span>.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>She stepped closer.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>It got colder, but the wind seemed to calm, and the snow seemed to ease around them, the nearer she came.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Her eyes were like the moon, glowing in the darkness.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Thom tried not to shiver, his heart thudding painfully hard inside the cage of his ribs.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cI loved him,\u201d she said simply.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cAnd we lost him.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>My sister\u2026ah well.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>A story for another night.\u201d<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Her eyes closed for a moment and all light seemed to vanish from the world.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Marin\u2019s hand crushed his.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>Hold it together, Mar.\u00a0 <\/span>Please, hold it together.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>If you fly off the handle, I\u2019m going to go spiraling after you.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Keep it together.<\/span><\/em><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cOur get is coming.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Our lineage is coming.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Hers will, too, though I know not when.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>I know not whether they come for good or for ill.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>It is a thing I cannot know.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>I can only hope.\u201d<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cW-what are you talking about?\u201d<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>Marin asked.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>She opened her eyes.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cThe many times son of my son is coming.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>The many times sons of Seamus of the <\/span>\u00c1es <\/em>D\u00e1na<\/em><\/span> are coming.<\/span>\u00a0 <\/span>They are coming to you without knowing why.<\/span><\/span>
\n\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 <\/span>\u201cWhat you do when they arrive is up to you, but I warn you: if you cross them, not even the Wanderer or a princess of Avalon will be able to save you.\u201d<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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