Devoid Chronicles : Book 1 Blood Secrets

Where it all began.

My feet pushed hard in the direction of my home. The residual effects of my demon powers were wearing off and my body was increasing more sluggish with every step. I had fought so hard in order to make it home and here I was about to pass out before I got there. Taking another step, my knees buckled from under me, my body slammed into the ground with no strength in my arms to stop me. 

Lying face down in the dirt, I struggled to roll over onto my back, with one last grunt I managed to get to my back. The training grounds were well aways behind me, Xandra or her brother wouldn't be able to track me.

 Xandra.. the thought of her betrayal made my heart squeeze. I tried to tell myself that she was obvious to the fact but to many coincidences lead me to think otherwise. A tear streamed down my face, not from sadness but mere frustration. 

Was this all life had to offer? 

More images of Xandra filled my head as my eyes grew heavy, If I planned on ever getting home I would need to regain my strength. Sending a silent prayer up that I wouldn't be found and slaughtered. Before my eyes fell completely shut a beautiful blackbird landed on the branch overhead and locked its eyes on me. 

 I fell into oblivion.

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Sebastian pov

My feathered friend crowed before he flung itself into the sky, Taking the hint I pushed to my feet and followed. In the past when he crowed like this he was either leading me to food or away from danger. 

The way his wings cut through the sky with such precision made a familiar image of my only living relative appear in my head. Romans wings matched this creature wings even to the fine details. As of late, he hasn't been on my mind as much, thoughts of survival come and go. He left for reasons I don't know and slowly I was finding my way without him. I pushed my hair from in front of my eyes and with that thoughts of Roman. 

A couple of drops of rain fell from the heavens as lightning cut across the sky; the thunder never followed. Another crow brought my attention back to my feathered friend. He landed on a branch keeping his full attention on the ground. Transitioning into a slight jog hurried to close the distance, stopping short of the tree it felt like a cold hand reached out and squeezed my chest. A man laid there with his face and hair caked up with blood. The storm above intensified as lightning illuminated the entire like the sun. Taking a step back from the stranger the raven crowed again before dropping down and rested on the man's chest. 

He wanted me to come closer, 

The fear that squeezed my heart intensified as I grew closer, streams of red drained down the strangers face pooling in his tattered blue tee. I was unable to hide my surprise when the rain revealed the stranger at the bottom of the tree to be my father. With haste I dropped down to his side, searching for traces of his wounds. No visible cuts showed on his body yet there was so much blood. The rain continued to wash the blood from his face and with every drop, his face came more and more into the frame.

This man wasn't my father, he mirrored his face in every way y,t I knew without of a shadow of a doubt he wasn't my father. The encounter from earlier played in my brain and I looked at my feathered friend confused. He crowed, before pushing off the stranger's chest and back to the branch above his head. Lightning continued to brighten the sky above as I called out to my father.

"Father I know you're watching, who is this man, and why does he favor you so?" I waited for a response with no luck. I looked back down at the stranger and wondered about his connection to my father, to me.

Regardless I was no help to him, standing up to move before I became to invested I turned to return to my camp as an arrow whistled through the air missing my face by inches. Intercepting the nd arrow in midair I began searching for the unknown attacker.