The Divine Sacrifice: The Divine Series, #5

By Allen Johnston

Gone for years, Zayle reappears with a cryptic message for his former Apprentice Chosen, Kade. All Zayle can reveal is that now is the time for Kade to seek the third book of the Ancients. The only problem is, the book that cannot be destroyed...no longer exists. 

With only a mysterious, thousand-year-old note in his own handwriting as a clue, Kade must set out on a quest that appears to be impossible. To make matters worse, Slade and the Naturalists draw closer with each passing day. The journey becomes more dangerous as a deadly new traveler joins the hunt.

Kade is not alone in this fight. Enemy turned ally, Morg plays a key role in ensuring Kade’s success as he searches for the next mysterious book. Unknown to Kade, his new trusted friend holds a secret that can change the balance of the future forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Allen Johnston
• Release date: Jan 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781524229887

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The Divine Sacrifice

By

Allen J Johnston

&

Kendra J Johnston

This is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2015, Allen J Johnston.  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the publisher.

Cover art by:  Amber Johnston

Chief Editor and co-author:  Kendra J Johnston

Acknowledgment

I would love to say thank you to my loyal friends and family.  Friends and family are what make life so amazing.  I would also like to say thank you to those of my readers who reach out and say hello.  When my stories touch someone so much that they find me on Facebook or take the time to send me an email, telling me how much they loved my books, it makes my day even better than it already is.  Thank you, and you are all awesome!

I would also like to acknowledge the most amazing best friend a man could ever hope for.  My best friend, Kurt Howell, has been my friend since we first met in sixth grade.  He is always there if I need him and he always makes time for me whenever I ask.  Thank you Kurt for being who you are.

*CH1*

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Why is Morg going to hate me?  Is it something I do? Kade asked in shock.

No, Zayle said, offering no more explanation.

Are you not going to tell me more?  Can I do anything to avoid it? Kade asked, his frustration quickly turning into exasperation.

I can tell you no more, and there is nothing you can do to avoid it.  That is all I can say.  I may have already told you too much, Zayle said as he called on The Blue Flame of the Divine and studied the scene only he could see.  He pursed his lips in uncertainty and let out a sigh.  With that, the flames drifted away, and the Master Chosen’s eyes returned to normal.  You must be careful not to share too much of what we speak of.  So far, I see that our plans have a good chance to succeed.

I don’t hear from you for years, and without warning you reach out to me?  Kade asked rougher than he meant, but the swirl of hurt, confusion and frustration could not be contained.  You say you cannot answer my questions and yet, you expect me to just do as I am told? the Adept asked as he spun on his heels and paced while shaking his head.

Grandson...

Do you know how many times I have come here needing you, calling out to you, scared that you had fallen into their hands? Kade asked.  He swallowed hard as he struggled to keep his emotions in check, but he was failing.  Grandfather, no one would come.  No one would answer my call.  I was even close to using the Drift Calling in hopes of finding you, but you said never to do that until the time was right.  And what is that supposed to mean?  You never explain anything to me, and I feel lost almost all the time!

Grandson, Zayle said as he stepped through the arch and gently grabbed Kade by the arm, turning him until they were no more than two feet apart, eye to eye.  I know you understand how my gift works by now.  Telling you what I see will alter too much.  I am cursed to keep what I learn to myself.  What I see does not always come to be.  One little thing can cause a different outcome.  In every scenario, giving you knowledge always results in the future changing.  I am as much a slave to this path as you, Zayle said with so much compassion that Kade melted, and almost all the fire in his eyes went out.

Zayle looked worn, and his eyes had a haunted look.  Kade dropped his head in shame.  He knew his grandfather was doing his best, and the burden he carried was just as heavy if not heavier than his own.  Without the Master Chosen, Kade knew they would have all been wiped out long ago.  He deflated, his shoulders slumping as Zayle gently pulled him into a hug.  Kade melted even more and let the rest of the tension flow from him.  After a moment, Zayle stepped back and held his grandson at arm’s length.  The Master Chosen stood patiently, waiting for the Adept to look at him once again.  Kade took a deep breath, held it and then let it out as his eyes made contact with his teacher.

It’s starting again, isn’t it? Kade asked.

I am afraid that the time is critical for our next phase.

I would agree, said the powerful voice of Lokk as he stepped close to the veil.  Talos also appeared out of the darkness.  Zayle stiffened slightly, and his eyes narrowed, but he did not turn. 

We must understand what has become of the third book.  It is no longer in existence, which is what has us puzzled.  The books are indestructible, Talos said, his own eyes narrowing as he pondered the mystery.  But the fact remains that the third book does not exist now.

Kade waited for Zayle to add something to what the powerful Ancient had said, but he stood with his eyes locked onto Kade, watching, waiting.  The Adept found it confusing, but a grunt from the larger Ancient drew his attention.

Zayle says that we are to have faith in your abilities and that if anyone can find the third book, it is you, Talos said as he studied Kade closely.  The Adept felt small and insubstantial under that scrutiny.

Talos saw the way Kade stiffened and instantly relaxed.

My apologies, young one.  We have been working toward this for so long that we tend to forget our manners and treat our allies in a way that is not befitting of their position.  Please forgive me.  You have proven your loyalty beyond any question, Talos said as he allowed his arms to fall to his side and let his massive chest deflate slightly.  Even when his muscles were not bulging, he was still physically imposing.

I understand, Kade said, feeling an immense amount of relief wash over him.  He brushed away the concern and felt the tension in the cave shift.

Still, Lokk said, his eyes unblinking and stern.  We must find out what happened to the third book.  Without it, we cannot finish our task.  It is crucial beyond your understanding that we find it, the Ancient said as he watched Kade for a response.  For reasons he could not understand, the Adept was certain that the two Ancients were hanging on his every word.

When..., Kade asked carefully as he looked between the two Ancients, ... was the last time you saw the book?

When it was split from the original book.  Shortly after that, it no longer existed.  We could feel its loss, Talos said.

How am I to find it if you cannot? Kade asked, completely confused as to why he, a low ranking Adept compared to these two Ancients, was going to do any better.  Lokk and Talos glanced at each other and then returned their focus to Kade.

There has to be something, Lokk said, his patience slipping.  His hands slowly curled into tight fists and then relaxed.  Too much depends on you, and Master Zayle believes you are the solution.  Now, think.  What is it that has Zayle so sure you are the answer?

Kade let his eyes go from Ancient to Ancient and then to Zayle.  His grandfather was still watching him, waiting.  Kade stopped breathing as he studied his grandfather.  His old teacher knew something but was not willing to say what.  Why?

So, the book only existed in that time? Kade asked and started to shake his head when his pulse jumped.  His hand resting at his side, he felt the slight bulge in his pocket where the note always resided.  Ever since finding it, Kade has carried it, waiting for the time when something would explain how it could exist.  It was starting to make sense.  Time..., Kade said in a whisper.

You have reasoned something out? Lokk asked, his voice full of confidence and wisdom.

I... might have an idea, Kade said as he lightly brushed the outside of his pocket with his hand once more.  I... have someone I need to talk to that could give me some answers or advice, he said as he nodded absently to himself.

When Kade’s mind cleared, he found that Zayle was still watching him.  The Master had not moved a muscle as he watched Kade think.  The Adept looked back and forth between the ancients and then to Zayle.

Would you mind if I were to have some time with my grandson? Zayle called over his shoulder without turning.

I think we should leave them be, Talos said firmly as he turned to go.  Lokk stayed where he was, casually looking at the back of Zayle’s head.  Lokk.  We have preparations that must be seen to.  Let them have their time.  The boy deserves it.

We have faith in you, Kade.  Be careful.  You know not what you are up against, Lokk said and then turned to go before Kade could ask what the Ancient meant by the comment.

Always two mysteries to replace the one just solved, Kade thought in frustration.

Master... Grandfather, why am I to be kept in the dark? Kade asked, already knowing what the answer was.

Because sometimes not knowing something is more important than knowing, Zayle said with infinite patience.  You will understand as you always do.  Kade sighed and let it go.

Is there more? he asked, realizing that Zayle had not made any move to join the Ancients.

There is.  Bring Morg to me.

Kade gave a slight shake of his head in confusion and waited.  After a moment of silence, he realized that this, too, would be something that was not going to be explained.  With a shrug of his shoulders, he tossed his hands up to indicate surrender and gave a nod.

How soon? Kade asked.

The sooner the better.  He must come, Zayle said firmly.  He must.

Kade paused as he looked into his grandfather’s eyes, seeking answers he knew he would not find.  Zayle immediately calmed.  The old man took a step back and performed the Divine Fire Calling.  The black oil-like liquid slid over his eyes, leaving not a speck of white.  Zayle stared into the flames, turning his head this way and that.  He shook his head in frustration and then snapped his hands closed.  The fire drifted away, and the liquid slowly slid to the center of his iris, as if returning to the well from which it came.  It was eerie.  It always was.

It is important that you convince him, Kade.  Do what you must, but he and I need to talk.

Grandfather, I... have already tried to get him to come so things can be resolved between you two, but he refuses.  I...,

He must! Zayle said, his eyes blazing intently.  Kade fought the urge to step back.  He must, he said softer, but just as firmly.

Then he will, Kade said, knowing it was not going to be an easy task. 

He took a deep breath and then let it out slowly as he hung his head, his mind trying to work out a way to convince Morg to agree to the meeting.  There was a time when the Master Chosen would have sacrificed the world to get to where Kade stood.  Now, he avoided it, afraid of the temptations that might be present.  Kade took another breath to ask more questions, but Zayle waved them away before Kade could begin to speak.  His eyes dropped slightly to the amulet hanging around the Adept’s neck.  He casually studied it until Kade looked down and lifted it away from his skin, letting it dangle from the leather cord.

It is still intact, Kade said as he showed his grandfather both sides.  Zayle considered the amulet for just a moment before nodding his satisfaction.

Tell me how your mother is doing.

She is doing well.  She does not understand why she is not allowed to come see you.

She needs to be patient.  A time will come when her influence on future events will not be felt.  For now, she must remain where she is.

As you wish, Kade said with an understanding nod of his head.

How old is Marcole now? Zayle asked with a genuine smile.

Just turned six.  He is always in trouble.  Gets into everything and drives his grandparents crazy.  However, he has a great heart and always has us laughing.  He is a good kid.  You would like him.

I am eager to meet him, Zayle said.  Before Kade could speak, Zayle added, When the time is right.

Of course, Kade said, expecting this response.

And, how is Bale? Zayle asked.  Kade sensed that his grandfather was just a little...uneasy, even though the Adept could not point to anything specific that would indicate the tension.

He is good.  Well... when he is not watching the birds or staring at a tree.  He acts as if... as if he sees things that are not there, Kade said, his eyes distant as he recalled memories of his youngest son.  It’s strange the way he takes to nature.  He gave a shrug of his shoulders, and his eyes cleared just as the smile returned to Zayle’s face.  Kade never saw the change.  But, he is a great kid.  Never gives us any problems.

I am pleased to hear this, Zayle said. 

Now it was the Master’s turn to go distant for a second.  He narrowed his eyes as his mind worked.  The smile slowly faded until it was gone and then he gave a thoughtful nod as if coming to a final conclusion.  Yes, he said, focusing on Kade once more.  I have kept you long enough.  As short as this was, it was great to see you, he said as he pulled Kade into a fierce hug.  The young man was certain his grandfather could crack ribs with the strength in those arms.  He reminded himself to never make the mistake of thinking he could physically best the Master even though he appeared considerably older.

When will I see you next?

When you bring Morg to me, Zayle said and then stepped back through the opening.  The color faded from the Master as soon as he was on the other side of the arch.

I will do my..., Kade was saying when he paused, seeing Zayle start to get a hard look in his eyes.  He sighed and said, I shall bring him, he finished, correcting himself.  Zayle gave one nod of satisfaction.

I shall see you soon, Zayle said and then took another step back.  Darkness filled the veil.

I miss you too, Kade said and turned, walking up the tunnel. 

The closer he got to the exit, the more he slowed.  He cocked his head in confusion and then almost laughed out loud.  He grinned widely as he performed the Transparency Calling.  He faded from sight, causing several of the spiders who guarded the tunnel to buzz and hiss.  Kade carefully exited the cave and almost laughed hysterically when he saw his dragon crouched next to the entrance, waiting as it prepared to pounce.  Rayden was focused, ready to spring her trap.  She was barely breathing.  Kade wished dearly that he had cast the Silence Calling, but it was too late. 

He needed to move as carefully as possible if he was to turn the dragon’s deviousness back on itself.  He slowly walked past the fearsome creature’s head and stood about two strides away as he contemplated what he wanted to do to his victim.  He decided on a good ol pop out of nowhere scare.  That should do it.  As he approached, Rayden stiffened just a little.  Her nostrils flared several times and then she inhaled deeply.  Kade brushed the odd behavior away as he took another step and prepared to make the hunter become the hunted.  He could hardly contain himself and readied to jump at the dragon when Rayden swung around and let her breath out in a huge huff that lasted several long seconds.  Kade gagged, and the Transparency Calling was gone.  He stumbled around trying to keep his balance and fought to keep his stomach from emptying itself.  For just a moment, he thought he might actually pass out from the lack of clean air.

Rayden let out a sound that was oddly like a laugh and then inhaled deeply and started the curious behavior again.  Kade sank to his knees and squeezed his eyes shut as they started to tear.  As clean air started to make its way into his lungs, he slowly but surely began to join his trickster of a dragon in a good laugh.  He fought his way back to his feet, and after rubbing his eyes several times to clear his vision, moved to stand next to her massive, golden eye.

You know you got lucky.  Oh, yes you did. Yes, it was luck, Kade said, answering the dragon’s unspoken words.  You better sleep with one eye open, he said playfully as he cleared his throat one last time before leaping onto the dragon’s back.  Rayden was careful to hold still until her cherished Chosen was properly seated. 

How did it go? Ven asked as she reached for his hand and let him pull her onto the dragon’s back.  She smiled happily while struggling not to laugh at his defeat.

It went as it always does, Kade said as he ran his conversation with Zayle through his mind.  The longer Ven watched, the more her smile melted from her face.

You have learned what you needed, yes? she asked, watching him as worry started to slip in.

I have, but it has also created several more mysteries, Kade said as he waved her away and tried to give her a genuine smile.  Let’s leave.  We have much that needs to be planned and discussed, he said.

Kade settled in, and Ven shifted until she was comfortable, leaning back into him as she did.  She turned, the worried look still on her face.  Kade wilted slightly.  He was certain she was not done pressing him for more answers.  She was definitely one to fuss over him too much.  He pushed it out of his mind and let the dragon know they were ready for flight.

As soon as Kade gave the signal, Rayden spun hard and then put everything she had into her run as she readied to launch into the sky.  He grinned and reveled in her power.  She was strength and agility all rolled into one.  And when her wings came out, she was a marvelous work of nature.  She leapt, and the ground grew more distant with every powerful pump.

Rakna, I am returning to the North.  Please do not plan anything for me.  It would appear that fate has chosen my path for me once more.

My king, Fate has not been so kind to you in the past.  Please be careful, and keep me informed.

I shall.  I trust you will keep the clutch well taken care of.  I will be in touch.  Farewell, my Queen.

Safe travels, my King.

You are worried about something, Ven said bluntly, half turning to look at him.

It is nothing that I can do anything about at the moment, Kade said as he looked into her eyes and tried to convey confidence.

Kade? Ven asked, not liking his answer.  She had come to know him so well that no matter how hard he tried to hide something from her, she knew better.

Always a riddle, always a mystery, always a question, but never an answer.  I am an animal chasing its tail.  I feel as if I am being led around without knowing where I am going to end up, Kade said as he shook his head and let the smile go away completely.

Tell me, she prompted.

I am not sure, Kade said hesitantly as he recalled the way Zayle watched him while the Ancients spoke.  He also recalled his grandfather’s warning about not sharing too much information.  He played the memory over and over again and could not shake an uncomfortable feeling that there was much more going on than he was aware.  He ground his teeth and shook his head in frustration. 

Ven recognized when it was time to back off, and this was one of those times.  If she continued to push, he was sure to become impatient.  Once he got to this point, he needed to be left alone. 

Kade settled in for a smooth ride.  As the wind whistled through his hair, he recalled the last time he had flown north.  It was a long trip that put him so far in the frozen lands that he feared they would die.  He absently fingered the amulet that hung around his neck.  He ran his nail along the crack that had formed.  It appeared to be deepening with every cooling and heating.  Something continued to hunt him, but at Zayle’s urging, he ignored it and considered it nothing more than a daily occurrence he would have to tolerate. 

Time passed as Kade enjoyed the relaxing way the dragon would pump its wings and then glide.  It lulled him into complacency until he felt himself jerk awake and latch onto the rigging with a death grip.  A firm hand grabbed him by the arm and held him in place until his mind was clear.  His heart was pounding, and the lump formed in his throat.  He looked down at the ground and felt himself become dizzy at the thought of that fall.

Don’t tell her, Kade said as he twisted in his seat, looking for the additions that had recently been added. 

She is going to give you a tongue lashing if she finds out, Ven said, her tone indicating that she just may tell the Essence Guardian.

Yes, if she finds out...which she won’t, Kade said firmly.  Ven just sighed.

He pulled at several straps that had been built into the saddle and secured himself firmly in place.  Ven was right.  If Darcienna had seen him, she would be scolding him with plenty of, ‘I told you so’s to last him a lifetime.  Even with this scare, he knew that the next time he jumped onto the dragon’s back, he would probably neglect to strap in.  Kade relaxed and found himself enjoying the ride once more.

Chosen and shapeshifter tried to talk, but the conversation always turned toward what they were going to do and then eventually, back to the mysterious meeting with Zayle.  Kade found himself becoming frustrated.  Even though he knew his grandfather needed to do things the way they were being done, there was always a question of whether he was just a pawn in the game.  He knew Zayle loved him as much as any grandparent would or could love a grandson, but Kade knew Zayle was looking at a larger picture.  The Adept wondered if there was a point where Zayle would actually sacrifice his only grandson for a greater cause.  He had, after all, known he himself was going to die and still let it happen.  This was all too confusing, so he did what he always did; he put it off and decided to figure it out as things unfolded.

Kade found himself eager to be on the ground, so he could get the circulation going in his legs again.  No matter how he shifted and tried to sit, his legs were knotting.  He was eager to feel Darcienna’s hands as they made the cramps melt away.  As comfortable as the saddle and its plush padding were, his legs were not meant to be in this position for eight hours straight, but he was not willing to stop.  He needed to get to Darcienna and explain what he had learned so they could plan.

As soon as the cabin came into view, Rayden inhaled deeply and threw her head forward with a mighty pump of her wings, letting out a blast of dragon roar that easily could be heard five times the distance to the cabin.  Her body tensed hard as she pushed her call out over the land.  She spread her wings wide and started a slow glide. 

Five shapes came from the house and stood, waiting for the approaching dragon.  Rayden started to flare her wings and had to watch carefully where she touched down due to two young children who laughed and eagerly pawed at her as she sank to the ground.  Darcienna shielded her eyes from the dust that the children appeared to be immune to.

Rayden folded her wings tightly to her body.  Kade quickly slid down, helped Ven and stumbled toward Darcienna.  It was comical the way he struggled to walk, but he was not going to be denied the feel of the one he loved in his arms.  He embraced her and used her to help hold himself up while he kissed her deeply for several seconds.

You two act as if you have not seen each other for months, Garig said playfully.

It feels like it, Darcienna said as she tilted her head to the side and pulled him into an even tighter hug.

It’s been a week, Kade said playfully as he tried to loosen her grip.

A week is still too long, Darcienna said with a grin.  Kade laughed and gave her arms a light tap to indicate for her to relax her grip.  Fine, she said as she stepped back, still holding onto him.

Kade braced for the hit from his children just as they charged him.  He suspected strongly that their goal was to drop him to the ground one of these times, but so far, they had only been able to cause him to stumble.  He reached down and scooped them into his arms, pressing his bristly chin into their necks until they squealed in surrender.

Feed your dragon before she starts drooling on all of us, Judeen said as she smiled at the way Rayden waited impatiently for her meal.  The dragon watched Kade intently with wide eyes.  Her body almost quivered in anticipation of the steamy meat.  It was always the routine to feed after a long flight, and Rayden was very ready to be fed.  Soon, the strong aroma of cooked meat would fill the area, and the dragon would be in ecstasy.

Stand back, Kade said as he conjured the dragon’s meal.  It hit the ground with a thud, and she pounced.  The kids squealed in delight.  Leave her alone while she eats, Kade chastised and then turned to walk toward the house.

The Adept could feel his mother’s eyes on him as they walked.  He knew the question was there even though it had not been asked.  It was always there when he came back from the cave.  He took a deep breath and let it out.  He turned, and before he could even get out one word, she held up her hand, forestalling him from speaking.

Not the right time, she said in irritation.  When is the right time?

You know your father, Kade said with a shrug.

I think we should all get washed up for dinner, Judeen said dismissively with an irritated wave of her hand.  She walked ahead and ushered the children into the house.

Kade looked over his shoulder just as Ven changed from the beast into her female form.  He gave her a meek smile and then pulled Darcienna tightly to his side as he walked into the house.  As usual, he paused to look in his room at the silky black animal curled around his sack of books on the bed.  If Darcienna did not put the bag on the bed for the mythical creature, Chance would haul it up onto the bed himself.  Kade disengaged from Darcienna and walked into his room.

Ever the watchful guardian, Kade said as he scratched under the creature’s chin.  Chance let out a rumble, and his eyes closed in pleasure.  I would say I wish I could spend more time with you, but I am not even certain you care if I am here or not, he said as he considered the mysterious animal.  With a shrug of his shoulders, he turned and left the room.  Both women followed as they worked their way to the kitchen where his mother was starting to busy herself with preparations. 

You have that look, Garig said with a seriousness that caused Kade to pause.  He had not realized that his father was analyzing him because he was replaying the scene with his grandfather through his mind for the hundredth time.  He opened his mouth to speak, ready to deny what his father meant when Garig continued.  That look that means you are going off to do whatever it is you are supposed to do without really knowing what you are going to do.

There is a look for that? Kade asked, trying to liven the mood and failing.

It’s right there, Garig said as he nodded his head in Kade’s direction.  It’s a look of uncertainty, but you are still going to plunge headlong anyway, he said, irritation slipping through.

Garig, Judeen said with sympathy in her voice.  She wanted to say more, but nothing she said was going to change that her husband was right.

I will be okay, Kade said with his chin slightly raised.  Zayle has faith, and so do the...Ancients, he said, pausing as he played the scene in the cave through his mind again.  He shook his head and realized that his mother and father were waiting for him to explain what had put the look of concern on his face.  Again, he recalled his grandfather’s warning.  He shrugged his shoulders and motioned for his mother to return to the food.  When she hesitated, he squared his shoulders and gave her the serious look he always had when about to call on the Divine.

No you don’t.  Fresh cooked food is always better.  You save that, Judeen said as she put her hand on his and pushed it back to his side.  Out so I can cook, she said as she grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him toward the door.  She gave him a gentle shove.

How long? Kade asked as he craned his neck to see what she had in mind for dinner.

As long as it takes, Judeen said as she pointed for him to leave.  Kade gave her a genuine smile and walked through the door.

You know your mother does not understand why her father would not want to see her, Garig said quietly when the door was closed.  Kade sighed and fell heavily into his seat next to Darcienna, who smiled warmly at him.

Yes.  Father, I wish I knew why, but Grandfather has his reasons.  What’s even more confusing is he won’t even allow me to speak of family.  I can’t discuss you or her.  I am not allowed to use names.  It’s as if he is still trying to keep everyone a secret.  It makes no sense.  All I know is he is adamant about it.

Are we in danger?

I sense that Grandfather is still trying to protect me.  It’s as if... it’s as if keeping who you are a secret is as important as everything else.  He assures me there will be a time, but that time is not now.

Darcienna reached a hand over and put it supportively on Kade’s, sensing his frustration.  He had not realized how tense he had become until that moment.  He gave her a pat and let out a relaxing breath.

Kade avoided addressing his father’s question about danger because, in all honesty, he could not say.  The answer had to be yes if Zayle still needed them kept a secret, but it could just be a precaution.  He hoped someday to understand why, but for now, he had to be content with trusting that his grandfather would not let harm come to them. 

They chatted casually about nothing important while his mother cooked.  A short time later, Kade could smell the food cooking, and his stomach rumbled.  He smiled just as the door to the house opened.

Have I missed anything? Judeen asked casually as she stepped onto the porch.  She was moving gracefully to sit next to Garig, but she did not take her watchful eyes off her son.

Kade has not said much...yet, Garig said, making it clear that he was very aware that the young man had not told all.  The Adept pressed his lips together as his mind considered what he was going to say next.  A minute passed before he made his decision.

Zayle wants me to bring Morg to him, Kade said flatly, watching his mother for her reaction.  She narrowed her eyes, trying to see if he were playing a prank or if he were telling the truth.

Why would Zayle want to see him?  And, you know Morg will not go.  You have tried to resolve the issue, but neither man is interested or willing to meet, Garig said gruffly.

Father has always refused to see Morg in the past, Judeen said, giving a slight shake of her head.

What does this mean? Darcienna asked.  Kade was barely aware that she had been gently moving her fingers back and forth across his arm.  It was soothing and helped him stay calm.  His eyes followed her hand for just a moment.  Every little thing she did was full of love for him, and he knew it.  It was just a moment and then his mind was back on the topic.

I don’t know, but something tells me that Morg is critical to Zayle’s plans, Kade said as he ran his hand over the slight bulge of his pocket where the note always stayed.

*CH2*

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Kade, Darcienna said as she lightly shook him, trying to wake him from the terror only he could see.  The Adept jumped hard, and in a flash, had her wrist in his hand.  He was squeezing and twisting before he knew what was happening.  Sensing her beloved Chosen’s panic, Rayden let out a roar that shook the house from roof to floor.  Darcienna let out a squeal of pain.  Rayden’s worried eye was peering intently through the open window, as she huffed several times in agitation.

I am sorry, Kade said as his vision slowly cleared.  He let his hand loosen and pulled her close.  I did not mean...

Shhhhh, she whispered lightly as she rubbed the spot where there was sure to be a bruise and wrapped her arms around him, pulling his head against her chest.  It’s how you are as you get ready to run out and save the world, she said with a smile, attempting to help him relax.  It worked.

I have had enough sleep, Kade said as the night terrors faded away.  I think I will just get up and enjoy the morning air, he added, gently unwinding her arms and turning to let his legs hang over the side of the bed.  His heart was beginning to slow, and his breathing was returning to normal. Care to join me?" he asked as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

I would, she said as she crawled across the bed and wrapped her arms around him from behind.

Kade turned to look into those loving eyes and then craned his neck just a little more to give her a kiss.  She returned that kiss and gently ran her hand along his cheek.  He melted under that sweet caress, and the night terrors faded away.

It will be nice to watch the sun come up, she said as she held his chin and looked deeply into his eyes.  He smiled, reached up to put his hand on hers, and the love they felt for each other blossomed.

Kade stood and held her hand as she stepped down onto the floor.  He picked up his suede pants and pulled them on while Darcienna quickly threw on her loose top and pants made out of a light silky material.  A piece of paper sitting on a table caught her attention.  She saw that it was the one Kade had scrawled on to show Morg that his handwriting matched that of the note from the book.  As Kade struggled to pull on his boots with his back to her, she folded it in fours and readied to toss it in the garbage when she paused.  She opened it and placed the sheet on the table and then carefully unfolded the one from the ancient book.  She laid them side by side and stood, stunned.

Let’s go, Kade said as he headed for the door.

Kade, she said, but he was already walking down the hall.

She quickly refolded the sheet in fours and again, froze.

How? she whispered as she studied both sheets.  I am the one who folded this? she asked, her mind struggling to understand.  She slipped the new piece of paper into her pocket and turned slowly toward the door.

Are you coming? Kade said as he ducked his head back in the room, startling her. 

Yes, she said, putting her hand over her heart.  She cast a glance at the old piece of paper still on the table.

You okay? Kade asked.

Yes.  Why do you ask?

You look a little pale, he said casually while slipping the note back in his pocket.

No, I am fine.  Still waking up is all.

Then, let’s go, he said as he held out his hand for her to take.

They walked from the room and down the hall.  There was movement here and there as the house started to show signs of life.  Kade walked quietly, eager to make it to the back porch without causing any more commotion.  He stepped through the doorway, but before he could sit in his usual chair, he stopped.  He was no longer breathing as he stood still, watching.  Darcienna stepped around him and froze also.

What is he looking at? Kade asked in confusion.

I wish I knew.  I have only seen him do that a few times, but it seems as if his... different side is coming out more and more lately.

Different? Kade asked as he turned to look intently at her.  Are there things you have not been telling me?  What do you mean more and more lately? he asked as he faced her.  Darcienna turned her head with her eyes still on Kade’s and then let them shift to her son.  Darcienna? he asked gently as he forced her to look at him once again.  Her eyes went distant as she recalled a memory.

Kade turned and watched as Bale stood not more than two strides from the silver-colored tree that had been used for knife throwing practice.  The little boy’s head was moving slowly up and down and side to side as if watching something.  Almost like someone would watch a leaf drifting on the surface of a stream as it moved past.

Sometimes I think there is something wrong with him, she said quietly.  It was clear she did not want to speak the words, but she knew Kade was not going to let it go.  You are gone so often.  You have not seen it.  I was hoping it was just a phase, but it happens more and more the older he gets.

Kade walked to the edge of the porch and watched as the boy swayed and moved while his eyes followed something unseen.  Kade felt fur rub along his leg and looked down to see Chance leaning against him, but when the mythical creature turned to look at the boy, he stopped as though he were focused on prey, or maybe watching for danger.  Kade could not be sure, but Chance was definitely very alert.

Kade shook his head at yet another mystery that his protector of books displayed and turned his attention back to the boy.  He lowered himself to the ground and quietly walked toward his son.  Chance glided past him silently and turned his body to block Kade from walking any further.  The Adept watched the creature’s odd behavior, wondering why it was acting the way it was.  He could almost swear that the black, silky animal took an aggressive stance.  He gave a slight shake of his head and proceeded to walk around the Mordra but it matched him, barring the way.  Kade turned to go the other way, but Chance, again, matched him.  The muscles in the creature’s shoulders bulged as it took step for step with Kade.  Its hackles were up and its head was low to the ground, not looking at either boy or man.  Kade took the hint and stopped.  Chance did not move.  The creature was barely breathing.

If only you could talk, Kade thought and then returned his attention to the boy. 

Bale had not moved, nor did he give any indication that he was aware of his father standing so close.  Kade watched for a minute and then turned to see if Darcienna was still where he left her.  She had not moved.  Even from this distance, he could see she was unsettled.  When he turned back around, he startled, almost taking a step back.  Bale was facing him squarely, staring at him, not smiling.  No, not him, but at Chance.  The silky creature was on its feet now with its claws extended into the dirt.  The hackles along its back were up, and it was focused.  The hairs on Kade’s neck stood on end.  For a moment he was sure there was something strange with his son’s eyes.  He peered a little closer and saw nothing but the normal color of brown with little veins of green running through them.

I’m hungry, Bale said happily, a smile breaking out on his face as if just recognizing his father.  Chance sat down and started to clean his fur casually as if nothing were wrong.  He completely ignored the boy as Bale put his hands up and ran to Kade to be picked up.  The Adept gladly obliged and swung him high into the air before letting him settle against his hip.

How about a few weeds with sprinkles of dirt for breakfast?  Sounds pretty tasty, eh? Kade asked as he tweaked the boy on the chin, trying to hide the knotted feeling in his gut.  He cast one last glance at Chance and let out a breath to help relieve the stress.

Daaaaad, Bale said and then laughed.  That is for youuuuu, he said as he poked his father in the chest.  I want something from Grandma.

Oh, I think we can manage that, Kade said and then paused as he looked at the tree.  What were you watching? he tried to ask casually.  He did not know if he wanted to hear the answer or not.

It’s pretty, the boy said as he twisted in his father’s arms and looked the tree up and down.  It was not the slow, methodical movement the boy had made just moments before.  He twisted quickly to face his father with a huge grin on his face.  I like that tree.

I like it too, Kade said as he studied the two knives still sticking out from the large knot.  I like it too.

Kade let out a deep sigh and turned for the house while patting his son on the back.  Chance led the way.  The Mordra leapt onto the porch and disappeared through the door.  Kade walked up the steps and set the boy down.  He caught Darcienna’s eye.  She was not smiling.

Why don’t you go play in your room until food is done, Kade said as he pointed to the door.

I am hungry, Bale said as a reminder.  As he was walking in, Judeen was walking out.  They squeezed by each other.

Your dragon, Judeen said accusingly.  It was all she needed to say.

Sorry.  I..., Kade tried to say, but Darcienna cut him off.

He is having dreams again.

You worry me, Judeen said as she laid a hand alongside his cheek and then moved to take her normal seat.

Mother, you always worry.  You worry if I go for a walk or take a bath, Kade said, trying to lighten the mood. 

She smiled slightly, but there was no improving the mood.  Everyone knew that Kade was readying himself to begin another quest that was sure to be more dangerous than the last.  He could feel it in his gut, and he wondered once more if Zayle were willing to send him on a journey that would end with him on the other side of the arch if it was for the greater good.

She has reason to worry, Garig said gruffly as he slid past to get to his seat.  I guess we all have the pleasure of seeing the sun come up.

It’s not very often we get to spend time like this with our boy, Judeen said, watching her husband.  He looked up and readied to give his own retort but stopped as he caught a look in her eye.  And just like that, the contest of wills was over.

Well, I would have appreciated a more gentle wake up call over one that shakes the very foundation of the house, Garig said tight lipped.

Darcienna let out a chirp of laughter before she could help herself, and Kade fought to hide the grin spreading across his face.  Garig’s head shot up, and he tried to glare at the Essence Guardian, but the grumpy look on his face quickly melted away.  After a few moments of light laughter, everyone settled down.

Last night you said you needed to go to Morg, Judeen said, doing her best to keep any emotions