Truth of the Whisper

Chapter Fifty.

This is a warning. This chapter is quite emotional, and especially the end was quite emotional for me to write. 

Please keep in mind, that I do have a plan and that there is a third book. 

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Chapter Fifty.

The temple of the Whisperers of the Mountains of Myrna looked just like I had seen it the last time. Of course, it did. Why should it ever change? The buildings held the same white, magically brightened colour, a stark contrast to the dark mountain behind it. There were the same fields to our right and to our left, and there were probably even the same people working on those fields, even though it was still early morning.

I'd kept silent most of the rest of our ascent, and so did Nyshard. Both of us were either deep in thoughts, or trying to keep our mind as blank as possible to not think about the various opportunities that now lay ahead, knowing, that we couldn't influence a single one of them. We just couldn't. So many things of the Whispers had already come true and sometimes I wondered, if they only did so because we subconsciously let them come true, or because they were just bound to happen.

Would I have acted any different than I had, had I not known about the Whispers?

Had I fled Ilyria? – Yes.

Had I fled Fersia? – Yes.

Would Nyshard have bound me? – Yes. But only, because the damn Whisperers had demanded it from him.

Was I bound to forgive Nyshard? – Well. I wasn't sure about this one. Had it been my own decision to forgive him? Yes. Had some of my experiences in Fersia, the time where he had been my anchor, my voice through the shard, the one that had kept me sane, influenced it? I didn't know. But I had forgiven him, and it had definitely been the right decision.

Would the seal have broken – Yes. That had just been bound to happen.

And for Nyshard...

Most of his first Whisper had come true, except the part about him falling in love. He had gone to Kalash, into the unknown, he had broken a woman's heart, he had saved my life before I even had been born and I had refrained to be anyone's wife. It was only the last part, which had not come true. That part of friendship and love.

And as for his second Whisper, he had killed my father after being forced to give him a promise, had brought me to High Ilryn, had never lied to me, had lost me to Phylon, and had bound me forever, which I had forgiven him, but would never forget because of the prominent 'N' with the two wings and the shard on the inside of my left wrist.

Those Whispers... were fulfilled. Almost.

He didn't love me, and he wasn't my decay.

I couldn't dare to think about that little, small word that crossed my mind.

Yet.

He didn't love me – yet

He wasn't my decay – yet.

If those two worked together, if one caused the other... then I was almost sure, that it wouldn't happen. Nyshard care about me, he liked me, he wanted to keep me safe. But he had never said anything else. Apart from that one time when he had kissed my neck and that time the last night... he had never let any indication slip that he was interested in me. So maybe, he wasn't.

And maybe, we would never find out, not, with the new Whisper.

We still didn't talk, as we slowly walked along the path that led directly to the temple.