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behind his back, a visible
sign of tension, visible only to his father.
Back and forth
it went and the two watchers were aware of increasing pressure in
the brothers, and within themselves. The twins played each other as
if unwilling for matters to come to a head. This was probably a
final remnant of years of dual protection. Their symbiosis
prevented a first blow. Sometimes that kind of familiarity could
lead to inaction.
Torrullin was
quite happy to accept that.
Ice flowed
through his veins. Comprehension trickled into his subconscious in
indistinct form. He recalled what he told Taranis about the
symbiosis of these two.
They are each
other; they exist because of that. The two halves of my power. If
one falls, the other inherits.
Tris will
receive Tymall’s power and it will kill him.
Ty will take
on Tris’ and it will kill him.
He could lose
both of them. Grey eyes lifted in dawning fear.
Their destiny
is to confront one another. Why, if both are to succumb to the
result? What is the meaning of this?
He rose
thinking frantically. What? What?
Then it was
there. A word, a concept, a state, the way.
Choose.
Torrullin
forced nonchalance for Margus’ benefit. Choose, because his sons
were the players in his destiny. He would be a step closer
to a greater truth soon. The future beyond this.
“Goddess, Ty,
draw that sword now and let us be done.”
No!
“Not yet,
Tris. Let us reach for maximum effect here. We will wait until
Nemisin shines bright, what say you? How often will we get to
indulge in theatrics in the future? This may be our swan song.”
“Rather poetic
for you, Ty.”
“I have my
moments.”
Torrullin
released an inaudible sigh. Tymall obviously stalled for time, no
doubt upon Margus’ command - for something to be in place - and he
had never been this grateful for the Darak Or’s machinations. He
had time. How much time? Half an hour? Gods, he had lost track.
Quilla, are
you with me?
Always,
Enchanter.
Do you know
what happens here?
I
do .
Tell me what
to do.
I
cannot! Quilla’s usual serenity was absent. I do not know
what to tell you.
Surely it
should be easy? Tristamil?
Then you can
no longer employ Destroyer to track Margus.
I do not care
about that.
Maybe, but
will the light of your nature be enough for you?
Torrullin
groaned aloud, drawing the twin’s gazes.
“You may not
interfere, Enchanter!” Margus snarled from the other side.
“I am not, you
imbecile.”
“Ty, can we
not walk away?” Tristamil suggested.
Yes, yes.
“It is too
late, brother. We end it tonight.”
If I choose
Tymall for power over Margus, I lose …
It did not
bear thinking about. It was not an option. It was therefore greater
than a choice of a son. It was greater than saving one of them. It
was greater than the issue of the Darak Or and the factor that
would prove victorious over him.
If it was
simply one of these things it would be easy, for it would be,
without doubt, Tristamil he held back in this realm. Losing Tymall
would hurt, but he had already lost him in life. Death may even be
a release.
He had to
choose himself.
Admit you are
enamoured of the dark side, the total liberation, even as you seek
to subjugate it. The power of Light is intense and entrancing, but
for you it is weaker alone. You love power.
His thoughts
were truth … right? He would not have thought he was in love with
power, but had to confess he did not want to lose it.
Y ou
can have it. Stand back and watch them kill each other and nothing
changes for you. Do nothing, and no one will blame you.
I shall know,
always.
The spectre of
the dead Murs arose to taunt. You must choose one son. And
Abdiah sagely telling him he had not chosen with his soul - how
true. He had chosen with his heart, but that had no meaning
here.
This battle is
for my soul.
Tristamil
stood with lowered head. He knew something was wrong.
“Speechless,
brother?” Tymall taunted.
“Shut up. You
cannot see what is in front of
sign of tension, visible only to his father.
Back and forth
it went and the two watchers were aware of increasing pressure in
the brothers, and within themselves. The twins played each other as
if unwilling for matters to come to a head. This was probably a
final remnant of years of dual protection. Their symbiosis
prevented a first blow. Sometimes that kind of familiarity could
lead to inaction.
Torrullin was
quite happy to accept that.
Ice flowed
through his veins. Comprehension trickled into his subconscious in
indistinct form. He recalled what he told Taranis about the
symbiosis of these two.
They are each
other; they exist because of that. The two halves of my power. If
one falls, the other inherits.
Tris will
receive Tymall’s power and it will kill him.
Ty will take
on Tris’ and it will kill him.
He could lose
both of them. Grey eyes lifted in dawning fear.
Their destiny
is to confront one another. Why, if both are to succumb to the
result? What is the meaning of this?
He rose
thinking frantically. What? What?
Then it was
there. A word, a concept, a state, the way.
Choose.
Torrullin
forced nonchalance for Margus’ benefit. Choose, because his sons
were the players in his destiny. He would be a step closer
to a greater truth soon. The future beyond this.
“Goddess, Ty,
draw that sword now and let us be done.”
No!
“Not yet,
Tris. Let us reach for maximum effect here. We will wait until
Nemisin shines bright, what say you? How often will we get to
indulge in theatrics in the future? This may be our swan song.”
“Rather poetic
for you, Ty.”
“I have my
moments.”
Torrullin
released an inaudible sigh. Tymall obviously stalled for time, no
doubt upon Margus’ command - for something to be in place - and he
had never been this grateful for the Darak Or’s machinations. He
had time. How much time? Half an hour? Gods, he had lost track.
Quilla, are
you with me?
Always,
Enchanter.
Do you know
what happens here?
I
do .
Tell me what
to do.
I
cannot! Quilla’s usual serenity was absent. I do not know
what to tell you.
Surely it
should be easy? Tristamil?
Then you can
no longer employ Destroyer to track Margus.
I do not care
about that.
Maybe, but
will the light of your nature be enough for you?
Torrullin
groaned aloud, drawing the twin’s gazes.
“You may not
interfere, Enchanter!” Margus snarled from the other side.
“I am not, you
imbecile.”
“Ty, can we
not walk away?” Tristamil suggested.
Yes, yes.
“It is too
late, brother. We end it tonight.”
If I choose
Tymall for power over Margus, I lose …
It did not
bear thinking about. It was not an option. It was therefore greater
than a choice of a son. It was greater than saving one of them. It
was greater than the issue of the Darak Or and the factor that
would prove victorious over him.
If it was
simply one of these things it would be easy, for it would be,
without doubt, Tristamil he held back in this realm. Losing Tymall
would hurt, but he had already lost him in life. Death may even be
a release.
He had to
choose himself.
Admit you are
enamoured of the dark side, the total liberation, even as you seek
to subjugate it. The power of Light is intense and entrancing, but
for you it is weaker alone. You love power.
His thoughts
were truth … right? He would not have thought he was in love with
power, but had to confess he did not want to lose it.
Y ou
can have it. Stand back and watch them kill each other and nothing
changes for you. Do nothing, and no one will blame you.
I shall know,
always.
The spectre of
the dead Murs arose to taunt. You must choose one son. And
Abdiah sagely telling him he had not chosen with his soul - how
true. He had chosen with his heart, but that had no meaning
here.
This battle is
for my soul.
Tristamil
stood with lowered head. He knew something was wrong.
“Speechless,
brother?” Tymall taunted.
“Shut up. You
cannot see what is in front of
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