Excerpt: Prophecies: Book One in The Destinies of Mirnth

Long Ago…

I have never liked this. Coming to my queen and knowing that she will be instantly on alert; even as she is happy at my presence.
I dread even visiting at all, because in truth- her fear is justified. I have come with news. Hard news for anyone to hear. It seems that is all I have in these troubled days.
“Enter Aaront, please.” She calls. I see a smile in her eyes, yet I know as she straightens she expects something.
“I thank you, Most High.” I tell her, bowing low before her door.
“Brother, you honor me too well.”
“It is your due- as my queen, as my elder….” my words fail me and I dread yet again that she knows me to clearly.
“Sittorah! Come!” I hear her call, her voice urgent and commanding all at once. I long for the old days when we were young, when these worries were beyond us. At least in part.
“What is it Nasynth…Aaront…?” Sittorah sees me in my position, and I am sure if I could see his face; it would be etched with a new found worry.
I hate myself for what I am to them. I am no brother, I am the bringer of disaster, the messenger of death. This is why I have resolved to live apart, against all the counsel’s protests.
They could never understand the pain in just being with them now- knowing as I do.
“Please Aaront. Please tell me.” Nasynth begs. Her tears are for what she thinks I must befeeling. She does know in part, the stresses and utter terror. She however, has no idea this time.
No idea.
After taking a deep breath to steady my sudden weariness, I open my eyes hoping I can finally face them again, and say what must be said.
“The time has come to choose.” I say, my voice falling to a transic tone that I can not
hear. I stare past both their shocked faces into the blackened void that overwhelms me.
The picture clears.

“For destinies path hath made its mark- and all who
Can heed the call… must do so in hast for fear
that our legacy most certainly will lose all…

We the holders of truth and knowledge must help
Them all to see… that even in our differences, we
Can all live happy and free…

We’re charged with giving them the way. For showing
them the light… We must do this or suffer still, even in
all our might…

Give that which you cherish most, let your fears all slip
away… For in the end our two races strong- will learn
to find a way…”

My head slumps forward before I can regain enough balance to stop it. I am exhausted and ashamed. My sister, the queen of our race, is most intelligent. She and her Sittorah will know what was said, remembering every word as if burned upon their skin.
They will know and understand. And as my vision clears, I can already see that their
resolve is set. They already have a plan in place, and that relieves me some.
I can’t know it. I can’t listen to them, or say anymore, even if I wanted too. My part has been played for now; I must retreat back to my silent place to rest.
This is a torture I have endured for so long- the agony is almost too much to bare. I rise from my place on the cold stone floor feeling as gray as it looks, even in daylight.
“Aaront…” she calls. I don’t turn back though. I bow again from my position.
“I beg your leave, Most High.” It comes out raspy and low.
“Nasynth, let him go.” Sittorah says softly from behind her. I don’t need to see them to know he is giving her consol now. He is the perfect match of patience and vision to her strength and determination.
It takes all of my collective will power to leave their residence unassisted. I must never let them see the toll this takes on me. Their natural reaction to our situation is so much more important than I am. I will recover, I always do. I just need my solitude.
I pray to all the stars in the heavens that our kingdom will move favorably into destinies sight. For even I can only see what will be; only if the path is correctly chosen…