Search for the Extinct [Last of Elves book 2]

Eight: Aura

Aura

I think the priestess feels sorry for me.

I know the younger warriors do. After all, I’m only ten, yet I’ve spent more years than they have in the temple.

I want to get out.

They have a choice. I didn’t.

I’ve never had a choice.

For a moment, the quill paused. Thinking.

I know that the only way to get to know who my father is, is to get out of the temple. Somehow. He has to be out there somewhere, and I want to find him. I want to know if he is dead, or alive, whether he left me, or my mother left him.

I want to know his name.

Maybe, if I can convince the high priestess that I will promise to do everything I’m told, I can go out with a warrior.

I hope she lets me.

The quill clattered against the parchment, leaving an inkspot, but it wasn’t noticed. The quill was still, the parchment was unmarked, for a long time. When night fell, and the desk candle was lit, the quill was still motionless, the parchment still unmarked.

I think I convinced her. I hope I did. I want to go outside these walls, even if it is only once. I told her that I would do as I was told. I promised her I would. And she told me that she’d think about it.

That’s better than any previous time I’d asked. I hope she says yes.

The candle flickered out, darkness concealing the parchment and quill, where it was picked up again. The quill shook with excitement and nerves.

She said yes.