A Court of Heritance and Destiny

Chapter 12 Orion

The female in front of him was dirty, the brown hair was in a tangled mess of a braid and her skin covered in dirt But Orion could see that she was a beauty in her own right. Not one that could rival The Morrigan, but close. He hunched down before her, this was a new experience, they usually avoided taking females to the dungeon. But this time everything was different.

"I will ask again. What do you know about the texts on moving magic?" He asked, the female didn't move, she had her legs crossed, her hands folded before her, her head tilted down. A low murmur of words came from her. Prayers. "You must understand the importance of this information?" He tried to change his tactic.

"The Mother gives us all a task in life, Demon." Now she spoke, slowly lifting her head. "She gave me mine loud and clear years ago."

"To take the texts?" Orion asked.

"Some knowledge is too great for this world. All I did was The Mothers wish to shield it from them."

"Well, someone has that knowledge, and now we need it." He was not a good talker. His victims often talked long before he needed to do this, but he had promised to not use his tools on this female. They were only a last resort. Leaving him to do all of this talking.

"No one can read them." The female blinked a few times, her lips frozen in a smile. "Demon, don't you understand? The Mother talked to me, she gave me a task. The texts are gone."

"Destroyed or hidden?" No answer. "Fine." Orion got up and started to walk around in the space. "How about we start with you telling me when The Mother talked to you?"

"The early summer, she came to us under solstice, she talked and told us that the old texts Ianthe had hidden needed to be lost." Orion froze.

"Ianthe had the texts?" They had that as a theory but now it was confirmed. Good work Etera.

"Yes!" Now the female looked at him with different eyes. "She had started something you know! A change, a new way of life!" The shadows in the room darkend, signalling Azriels presents.

"What type of life?" Orion hunched back down. Maybe they could get a different type of information from her.

"Fate!" She started to look around "Fate is everywhere!" she lost him.

"Fate?"

"The Mother gives us blessings, gifts, The Cauldron gives us hardships, sickness and sorrow. Then we have Fate. Fate is the one who makes sure that The Mother doesn't give too much, and that The Cauldron doesn't take all that we have. Fate is the forgotten deity in this world, but they are the one who keeps the balance!" Orion just looked at her. A fanatic, delusional.

"So you needed to take the texts, to keep a balance?" How in the fucking Cauldron did any of this make sense?

"Yes!" She nodded. "Demon, our leader has a direct connection to The Mother, Fate and The Cauldron. They talk through her!"

"Who is she?" Orion leaned in, the brown eyed female lost her smile. Her eyes widened in fear.

"You don't believe?" She asked. "You have no faith?"

"Does it matter?"

"Only believers can know." She whispered. "Her plans are greater than only one of us. She is changing the world."

"I grew up with one from the Order, I know all about The Mother's words and teachings." His mother, Gwyn had taught him that.

"From a fake." She spit back, her face twisted again. Around them the shadows changed. Orion could practically feel his fathers presents behind him. "Gwyneth Berdara and the others like her follow a false path, one that only will give them pain."