“Where to?” she asked.
“To the end.”
He let that hang in the air, resonating with honest yearning like a pure musical note. The end of the sacred arts. It was the definition of a myth, the unattainable goal sought by every Path.
“You think Lindon can keep up?” He had his story about a celestial visitor, but Yerin would think it impressive enough for a lifetime if he hit Gold someday.
Eithan gave a little shrug. “He’s a gamble, I’ll admit. But if it pays off, then I’m more worried about you keeping up with him.”
Yerin stared at him.
“Unless, of course, you come to terms with your…unwelcome guest.”
She kept her hand from moving to the blood-red Remnant she kept wrapped around her waist like a belt. He knew. He’d known, and he invited her anyway.
“I already had a master,” she said at last. “I’m not calling you that.”
“Eithan will do fine,” he said. And smiled.
THE END
Cradle: Volume Two
Soulsmith
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BLACKFLAME
Cradle: Volume Three
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