I am finally finishing up the last chapter in Book Three Healer. I decided to bring in a few notes from the next novel into this one to suggest why the unicorns did what they did. But I plan to elaborate more when I start writing the next book.
EPILOGUE – SNIPPET
“They’re not going anywhere.” Abraham watched the swirl of clouds rotate lazily overhead. Even with the horn’s power at bay, the storm never fully disipated. A few rumbles suggested another shower. With a sigh, he closed the balcony doors.
It was his father’s room, and largest of the bedrooms. But it was not where Abraham slept at night. No matter how many times he walked its generious space or admired its grand balcony overlooking the courtyard, that eerie feeling that this was where his father was slowly consumed as he lay sleeping did not sit well. Instead, he kept the smaller bedroom where Jenario had first placed him. It was about the same size as the one at his own little cottage back in Lexington – or at least the one had. The war had completely demonlished the city walls and much of anything else surrounding it. Downed trees, he had heard, had leveled the place to the ground.
“So much for going back,” he whispered, his eyes trailing to a peculiar glass dome sitting on the mantle.
With a sigh, Abraham strolled out into the hallway and down its length to what he considered a frequented favorite. Upon entering the library, he could sense the glass dome materializing through the wall. He checked, to be sure it was the same one from the bedroom. The container served as a temporary prison, and through magic Abraham had designed it so that his father’s necklace was suspended within. This way, it touched nothing. Abraham was taking no chances with the way the horn manipulated its environment. By having the container follow him from room to room, he could always keep an eye on it.
A chortle, then it was back to searching through his father’s notes. Books already scattered across tabletops where he had last left them.
OR PERHAPS IT’S JUST EASIER FOR IT TO KEEP AN EYE ON ME, he thought grimly. The last moments of his father’s life came to mind, a warning to never touch the horn. IT WOULD JUST END THE SAME WAY.
“YOU ARE NOT LIKE JENARIO,” came a raspy whisper.
Having heard the horn’s voice before, Abraham merely ignored it. When it came again, he glanced over to the dome.
“You’d be right on one account,” he returned. “I’m NOT like my father…because I won’t be using you anytime soon.”
“WHEN HE USED MY ABILITIES, HE ALLOWED IT TO BECOME A PART OF HIS INNER BEING,” the horn continued softly. “THAT IS WHAT DESTROYED HIM.”
“And I’m assuming if he had just let you take reign without any resistance, he’d still be alive?” Abraham shook his head. “Yeah. Right.”
“NO DIFFERENT THAN THE HEALER’S PREDICAMENT. SHOULD HE ATTEMPT TO USE MY SISTER’S POWER, THEIR SOULS WOULD FUSE TOGETHER.”
“Huh.” Abraham flipped through the pages of his fathers notes, studying formulas written for a particular spell. He peered closer, trying to make out the wording. “Like I said. Free reign and he’d have been a puppet. Hell, he already was!” He slid a finger down the page until he found what he sought – the pronounciation guide.
“YOU CAN TRY, BUT WITHOUT PROPER UNDERSTANDING, THE SPELL IS USELESS.”
Abraham balked. “And you know better?”
“I AM PART OF THE SAME. I WAS BORN INTO IT. I UNDERSTAND IT. THOSE WITHOUT MAGIC DO NOT. THEY TRY TO PUT A NAME ON THE MEANING OF HOW ITS ENERGY WORKS, BUT OFTEN TIMES ENDS IN A MASH OF DISARAY AND DESTRUCTION. THE KEY IS PRONOUNCIATION.” It paused, but by then Abraham had given the horn his full attention. “WHEN I FIRST APPROACHED JENARIO, HE WAS THE ONLY ONE AT THE TIME WHO HAD A BASIC UNDERSTANDING OF MAGIC’S FUNCTION. HE GRASPED ITS MEANING. SAW POTENTTIAL. HIS NOTES REFLECT HIS THOUGHT PATTERNS. HE…SAW…MAGIC.”
Abraham lowered his eyebrows, then looked back at the book. “He might’ve seen it. Maybe understood it. Yet he couldn’t use any of it.” He suddenly slapped the book shut. “So what was the point?”
“NATURE HAD GIVEN A TASK. THE ELEMENTS ARE SPLIT, BOUND IN A DOWNWARD SPIRAL OF HATRED THAT WILL BRING AN END TO ALL SEASONS. MY SISTER AND I COULD SEE THIS. BUT OUR FORESIGHTS ARE SPLIT. WHERE ONE LACKS VISION, THE OTHER CONTINUES. I WHO FIRST SAW POTENTIAL IN JENARIO, BUT THAT IS AS FAR AS I COULD GO.”
Abraham stepped away from the table with a shake of head. “Now I’ve heard it all! First you want a body. Then power. Now you’re telling me that all of it this was planned from the beginning? Due to what? Seasonal changes?”
In a huff, the young man stormed from the room. His mood matched the stormclouds gathering outside the window when he entered his father’s bed chambers once more. On the mantlepiece, the glass dome materialized; however, its presence only strengthened his resolve to ignore it. Instead, he sought the bedside decanter where some of Nathaniel’s leftover wine had been stored. It now served a better purpose to calm Abraham’s nerves. And yet he could not help but wonder. Was he a mere pawn in a larger game, or was this just another fabricated story to win another host?