A royal bloodline gets divided by rebels' attempted regicide, casting Alvina from her throne and into hiding, as Quinn, the bastard brother, is forced to take her place.
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Alvina was supposed to be queen, but when her coronation is abruptly stopp...
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I gasped and jerked up, Dy helping me.
"He was there. In the temple in Andaheim. I reached him," I panted and looked up at her.
"So? He knows you're alive?"
"I don't know. I kept getting blocked by something. I think. It was like I was in one room, trying to speak to him while he was in another. Does that make sense?"
Dy frowned. "Kind of. The spirits said he was blocked, so..."
I shrugged a shoulder and swung my legs over the edge of the alter.
The temple had been fairly easy to find and gain access to. It was completely abandoned, and Dy thought maybe the alter would be the centre of it all, making it so much easier to tap into the spirit powers. She had been right. It was just really weird. It was the same with the colours again, them getting so much brighter. And I felt the warmth again.
I had focused on Quinn. I wanted to reach out to him. And then I hugged him. It felt so nice to just hug my brother again. I just wanted to hug him again.
"So, what now?" Dy asked and helped me down from the alter.
I sighed and shrugged, looking around the temple. It was made of stone, and most of the interior had been washed away by the weather. The dragons' heads were rounded off, and they lacked almost all of their teeth. Moss was growing on every surface, but I felt the spirit's presence here. And it was almost as if they were trying to make me stay. My body was heavy, and I honestly just most of all wanted to sleep. A nice nap would be everything to me right now.
Dy helped me out of the temple and back to the car. I looked back at the ruin of what had once been a magnificent temple.
"Dy?"
"Yeah."
"Why didn't they keep this temple?"
"The Bursaaq aren't every religious anymore. They believe in themselves."
I frowned. "That doesn't sound very good."
"Depends on who you ask, I reckon." She shrugged a bit and looked briefly at me before looking back at the small dirt road.
"How can they not believe when the spirits are literally real?"
"When I tattooed you, you said you didn't know if you believed in them or not. It took them actually appearing in front of you for you to believe," Dy pointed out being super annoying and poking holes in my fallacies.
"I guess you're right," I huffed. "Why don't the spirits not just show themselves to everyone then? Then everyone would believe."
"What would that benefit the spirits? I don't think they particularly care if we believe in them or not. It doesn't make them any less real. They can still intervene in our lives in ways we probably don't even realise. Or notice." Dy reached out and patted my thigh without looking away from the road. "It's all getting very weird, huh?"
