The Fate Of The Marked

Epilouge: The Fate of the Marked

The boy lay before, face twisted in pain. A face so familiar that it hurt. I spun the vial between my fingers and fought myself.

Ellias would be a problem. There was no doubt he would contact the child again, no matter how many times Zelphia took his memories. Something told me the boy would could no be separated from his powers. It was far too late for that.

Ragnar would not stay gone for long. A few days at the most, just until he could manifest himself.

The boy shifted uneasily, skin burning with fever. His face was flushed, and sweat dripped down his temples. He only had another hour, at most.

I could not let him die.

The thought startled me, though I had it many times before. It would be better for both sides if he did, but I could not let it happen. He would rise to power, change the course of Angels and Demons alike, for better or worse.

But I could not let him die.

He was a Fate Changer. He was Marked for great things.

By delaying him, I would make him wiser. The Roberts girl would get her chance to discover her identity by herself, if not for a while. She only needed a little help to get started. Elliot could join her later, when he awoke.

I uncorked the vial and pulled the boy up as I had so many times before. I tipped it down his throat, and lay him back down gently.

This would be the last time I would see him for a long while, I knew. Everything was about to change. His face drained of it's color, and I could see his breathing even out. I grabbed the pengalent out of my coat pocket and gripped it tightly, waiting.

The girl came in not long later, quickly, as if she feared being caught. She jumped when she saw me standing over Elliot, and her eyes widened when she saw my wings. Emmaline took a step back, pulling something out from under her heavy jacket.

The maledictus blade. Elliot's blade. I smiled for a brief second.

"There is no need to fear. Your amicum will be fine." I said.

I held out the necklace for her. She took it with a shaking hand.

"This will be your key to the Otherworld. It will only open it twice. You must decide what path you will take. I assume Elliot has already told you that you must put out the fire of Enico?"

She nodded, eyes wide.

"Do not." I said. "You must, however, find the healer Zelphia. She holds all the things you will need to continue."

"What about Elliot?" She asked. "I don't want to leave him for those things to come pick off."

"He will join you along the way."

She nodded again.

"Where do I start?"

I smiled wider.

"That is for you to figure out, though I would suggest looking somewhere you would never expect. The answer will be obvious once you look hard enough."

I began to make my way out, but paused.

"And do tell the Donovan's to take Elliot home. The healers here can do nothing for him. He will awaken three weeks from now. Do not wait for him."

With that, I disappeared, leaving behind my only hope in the hands of the two Marked who would destroy me.