Four women stood at the flat peak of Mount Sonsi. Three wore white gowns that rippled at the beat of the high sun. One woman, wearing black, stood before the rest.
Her arms stretched out and up toward the sun. Her head was tilted back, her eyes were closed, and her lips were moving in silence she called upon the guidance of the gods Logath.
The three women behind her stood with their heads bowed, palms pressing downward to the ground.
"Spirit of Logothara, hear your daughter!" High Priestess Sithana beseeched to the sky, "Hear the one who giveth breath, the first of your daughter, the holder of Sight of All!"
One of the other women stepped close to Sithana's shoulder, "High Priestess, a man comes. He is near."
"He is weak, but he comes, High Priestess," said another of the women who had also stepped closer.
Still facing upward with her eyes closed, High Priestess Sithana took in a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders. "The king is here to speak with us, my Sisters. Gods Logath was expecting his arrival."
She lowered her arms, face still raised to the sun, and she waited. Clasping their hands in front of themselves, her sisters waited also.
A pink and blistered hand gripped the peak's edge and a man groaned as he hauled himself atop its flat surface. He rolled onto his back, arms and legs spread wide. He breathed deeply and then passed out.
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Voices of Legend: Ode to Logathara
FantasyEmbark on a journey into the world of legends in "Ode to Logathara," book one in the Voices of Legend series. Unravel the clandestine struggles of a king fighting to cling to the throne, where the influence of gods casts a veil over the fate of mort...
