The sudden cry of an infant across the camp caught Abaddon’s attention. “That must be one of Lukus and Soraya’s twins,” he said, turning to James. “Have you seen them, yet? Ariel, the little girl is the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s a good job that Momma and Nanna Demonica don’t know about them, don’t you know?”
“Why’s that?”
“You really don’t know?” said Abaddon with a flicker of his old scorn. “They think Lukus and Soraya are dead. The last thing they want is for them to live and have a baby ’cause of the proper scene. You know, the proper scene. It’s real important, but what is it?”
For a moment he had everyone.
“Prophecy?” said Owain with a respectfully knitted brow as he stepped forth to spit in the fire.
“Oh,” said James. “Well. It’s when some great seer predicts that something is going to happen in the future. The prophesy that I think you must have heard your momma and nana talking about was made years ago by the Elves.”
“So, what is it?”
“It says that the child born of a Human and an Elf will destroy the Heart and the Staff and the evil foe who tried to wield them.”
Abaddon stared away in awe at Soraya soothing Ariel. “No wonder,” he murmured.
Ch 34, The Burgeoning
Carol Marrs Phipps and Tom Phipps
