I returned to my mother's room. She addressed me without turning to face me. "He wasn't always evil, you know."
"Who wasn't?"
"Kurohomura. The Black Flame. Your father."
"Well the fact that he's killed thousands says otherwise."
She chucked absentmindedly."I should know. I knew him before he snapped."
"How so?"
She turned to look at me, but I could tell she was thinking of memories. "I'm your mother, and according to the Prophecy, Kurohomura is your father. Do the math, Kaizen."
After a few seconds of thinking it over, I understood what she meant. "You....you're Rozu."
She nodded silently.
"But you've told me the story, you said she was killed." Mother pulled down her shirt collar, letting me see the scar on her neck.
"I was. But the woman who killed me used an enchanted wind dagger. That's what gave me the Oracle spirit."
I was stunned at learning this. My mother was a dead woman. And the lover of the Shadowflame, no doubt.
She came towards me, and placed her hand on my face. "You look just like him. But I have no idea where this silver hair of yours came from." She chuckled again, leaving me to my thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
Shadowfire Book Two: Ice Cold
FantasyThis world is no longer free. A man- no, not a man, a monster- has taken control of it. A beast of black fire. But this beast is my father. And I am destined to slay him.
