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save Rozari? Unless, this was
how time was supposed to happen. Was Karukan another Noah sailing
forth in an interstellar ark?
“Am I?” Karukan asked the air. “Am I merely
the pawn played at the hand of the Divine King?”
“Would that make you feel better?” the voice
replied, although his image could not be found. “Would you absolve
yourself of guilt if I told you your destiny is Commanded by
God?”
Karukan wasn’t certain. How could anyone
forgive themselves after all that had been wrought? Especially, if
this voice was nothing more than misplaced ionic impulses, charges
that could be eliminated through medication or electric shock. In
his madness, he had brought about Armageddon, and in his further
madness, he had absolved himself of guilt.
The voice laughed.
“You are indeed mad, Ruka. Would that I could
join you in your drink.”
“Fuck off,” Karukan mumbled, shaking the
specter and his taunting from his head.
He extracted a cigarette from his single desk
drawer, resolved to commence the task on the table before him. Fill
this page and a thousand more like it with the history of his
people. Explain to future generations all the reasons why they
came. Record as many of the sacred words and chants that he could
recall, honoring the God that had guided his hand.
"Papa?" Behrat interrupted before Karukan had
transcribed a word. “Papa, Kirat’s bleeding. Dr. Beryl says you
ought to come right away.”
“Kirat?” Karukan’s heart thumped hard in his
chest, as his breath caught in his throat. “Kirat? No. It can’t
be.”
Behrat blinked rapidly, his small face pale
with fear.
“Kirat,” the King repeated for the third time,
unable to raise his legs, to lift his body from this
desk.
He knew instinctively what was about to
happen, or had he been told?
“Did you tell me this?” he screamed, raising
his fist, and shaking it at the air.
“I…” Behrat cried.
“No, no, no!” Karukan raged. “Not Kirat. Not
my eldest. Not my heir! Do not take him from me. I beg of you. Take
this one instead.”
“’ Tis too
late,” the voice replied. “I have told you all would not survive
the transit. This one has been selected, and it has been
done.”
Journey to Rehnor
The series continues with Departure
Episode 2 – Shortru
To find out more about the Two
Moons of Rehnor series and all of my works
find me online at
www.jnaomiay.com
www.facebook.com/jnaomiay
www.jnaomiay.wordpress.com
@jnaomiay
how time was supposed to happen. Was Karukan another Noah sailing
forth in an interstellar ark?
“Am I?” Karukan asked the air. “Am I merely
the pawn played at the hand of the Divine King?”
“Would that make you feel better?” the voice
replied, although his image could not be found. “Would you absolve
yourself of guilt if I told you your destiny is Commanded by
God?”
Karukan wasn’t certain. How could anyone
forgive themselves after all that had been wrought? Especially, if
this voice was nothing more than misplaced ionic impulses, charges
that could be eliminated through medication or electric shock. In
his madness, he had brought about Armageddon, and in his further
madness, he had absolved himself of guilt.
The voice laughed.
“You are indeed mad, Ruka. Would that I could
join you in your drink.”
“Fuck off,” Karukan mumbled, shaking the
specter and his taunting from his head.
He extracted a cigarette from his single desk
drawer, resolved to commence the task on the table before him. Fill
this page and a thousand more like it with the history of his
people. Explain to future generations all the reasons why they
came. Record as many of the sacred words and chants that he could
recall, honoring the God that had guided his hand.
"Papa?" Behrat interrupted before Karukan had
transcribed a word. “Papa, Kirat’s bleeding. Dr. Beryl says you
ought to come right away.”
“Kirat?” Karukan’s heart thumped hard in his
chest, as his breath caught in his throat. “Kirat? No. It can’t
be.”
Behrat blinked rapidly, his small face pale
with fear.
“Kirat,” the King repeated for the third time,
unable to raise his legs, to lift his body from this
desk.
He knew instinctively what was about to
happen, or had he been told?
“Did you tell me this?” he screamed, raising
his fist, and shaking it at the air.
“I…” Behrat cried.
“No, no, no!” Karukan raged. “Not Kirat. Not
my eldest. Not my heir! Do not take him from me. I beg of you. Take
this one instead.”
“’ Tis too
late,” the voice replied. “I have told you all would not survive
the transit. This one has been selected, and it has been
done.”
Journey to Rehnor
The series continues with Departure
Episode 2 – Shortru
To find out more about the Two
Moons of Rehnor series and all of my works
find me online at
www.jnaomiay.com
www.facebook.com/jnaomiay
www.jnaomiay.wordpress.com
@jnaomiay
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