Shadow Master (1st Book)

Chapter 15: Deity of Darkness

The morning light found Brom and Alianor curled up in Brom's bed, Alianor lying on his chest, fast asleep. The surroundings were calm and serene, though it was broken by Ayleth barging in and shouting very loudly,"Good morning!"

"Mericus's flame!" Brom swore, jumping up, knocking Alianor out of his chest, and almost falling to the floor if not for Ayleth catching her. In a stroke of luck, Alianor wasn't the least bit fazed, much to Brom's relief. He glared at Ayleth, who only gazed back at him with mock innocence."Why did you have to barge in here? Do you know how to knock?" 

Ayleth's facial features showed a sheepish grin,"Apologies, but Fendrel ordered for you to be at the training room. He said he has something to show you."

"Fine," The Silencer grumbled, climbing out of bed. Ayleth suddenly blushed, confusing Brom, until Ayleth pointed at him, and he realized he was only wearing his undergarments. With speed that matched an elf, he immediately dressed in his purple outfit that was for his rank, while Ayleth  watched him with eyes that gleamed with an insinuating shine, though he did not notice it. Ayleth had to admit, Brom was not only attractive with his short brown hair and straight face, but he had a strong and lean build. His toned and tanned chest, his muscled arms and legs, it was enough to make her knees weak, but she held it back.

It wouldn't end well if she decided to seduce Brom, now would it? Still, fantasies of her and him doing 'things' made her blood boil with desire and again, she did all she could to not tackle Brom and take him then and there.

Meanwhile, Brom, having finished getting dressed, turned his attention back to Ayleth who still held a dozing Alianor. Much to Brom's bemusement, Ayleth was furiously blushing, and she was occasionally chuckling nervously. Not to mention the fact that she was also gazing at him kind of differently, creeping him out. He was about to walk, or rather run, out of there when he remembered his baby sister. Who was going to take care of her? Oh well, maybe she can.

"Ayleth?" Brom asked.

Ayleth stuttered around her words for a few moments till she finally had the will to reply back. "Yes Brom?"

"Can you care for my little sister for a little while?" Brom requested with a slight smile adorning his features. Again, Ayleth blushed hard, confusing Brom even more.

"O-of co-course Brom," Ayleth stammered back, still tomato red from a sudden bashfulness. 

"Thank you," Brom told her, grinning. Then he hugged her to show his gratitude, but to Ayleth, her core become hot with lust. She hesitantly returned Brom's gesture.

"No pr-problem Bro-Brom," Ayleth said. Gods, can this day get any worse? Apparently it can, for Brom kissed her on the cheek before running out of the door. With trembling arms, she touched the place where his lips had contact with her skin, particularly, her right cheek. She was so surprised she almost forgot she was carrying a baby in her arms. Thank Merec for that. With a sigh, she set Alianor on the bed and procceeded to stand vigil over her for Merec knows how long.

Brom was walking down the hallway of his home, on his way to the training room when a sudden throbbing hit his head hard. With a grunt of pain, he went down on one knee, clutching his head which was suffering from an agonizing pain, as if a thousand arrows were piercing his head. His horror intensified when a snide voice echoed from inside his head.

The same one that spurred him to become a Silent One. The same one that fought with his conscience.

"My champion."

"Who are you?" Brom snarled, still holding his head. An occasional groan of pain escaped his lips as the pain increased. He screamed in pain, but no sound managed to escape from his lips. It was as if it was snatched away by forces unknown.