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.Since she was not going to kill herself today, Bronwyn knew she must yield to the fact that she was going to do what her aunt demanded.She stood, and accepting the depressing reality, commenced the walk home, albeit with slow steps.Bronwyn reached home and went straight to the kitchen, as she always did, to see what goodies awaited.Avruellen and her fox Flux sat at the kitchen table, a sight that had always made her smile; until today.Her aunt pointed toward a fragrant cup of tea and freshly baked biscuits.Bronwyn took her place at the table and stroked Flux’s soft, furry head.She lingered among the familiar aromas, committing all to memory.Flux nuzzled her hand as Bronwyn sipped her tea.“Do we really have to go tonight? Why not another night, maybe another week?” Her eyes pleaded with her aunt.Avruellen spoke with a firm voice.“You know better than to ask silly questions, dear.A lot of things in life would be different if I could change them, but I can’t.Now, I’ve told you as much as I’m going to and it’s not open for discussion.Make sure your bag is packed by sundown; we’re leaving immediately after dinner.” She rose, her own sorrow momentarily shadowing her face.“I’ve a lot to do before we leave, so I’d best get started.” Brisk footsteps emphasizing her point, she left the room.The ginger biscuits tasted so good, their crunchiness so satisfying that Bronwyn, despite her inner turmoil, couldn’t help but enjoy the second-to-last meal she would ever eat at this table.Bronwyn stood as she swallowed the last morsel.“Well, Flux, I suppose it’s time to pack up my whole life.Do you think it’s too late to change her mind?” Flux didn’t answer, just led the way to the door.Bronwyn regretted the desire to kill herself and knew she was being an ungrateful child.All the lessons her aunt had given her in the art of realmistry, the skills she had acquired over many years, were for what lay in the immediate future and not to be thrown away in an immature bout of self-pity.She anticipated her future with fear, feeling dismally unprepared.Bronwyn pushed her anxiety aside and, adopting her aunt’s brisk manner, quickly bundled necessities into a woven leather bag.Contemplating what lay ahead, Bronwyn felt she could confidently say today had been the worst day of her life.If the prophecies were right, it wasn’t going to improve any time soon.2Arcon and Blayke ploughed through deep virgin snow.They approached their cave within the white-covered mountains, leaning into a fierce northerly wind, their faces burning with the cold.Two freshly killed rabbits hung from Arcon’s pack.It may have taken them all day but at least they had found food this time.The unexpected blizzard had held them captive for days, and dried rations collected in early summer had provided their only sustenance.Starved for variety, Blayke could almost smell the rabbits roasting over their fire; saliva exploding within his mouth at the thought of tender rabbit shank.He was sure not even Arcon could ruin this meal with his dubious culinary skills.Arcon halted under an overhang.A smooth mantle of ice sheathed the section of rough stone in front of him.Removing one of his gloves, he traced a series of lines over the rock until he heard a familiar click, and the door opened slowly, silently inward.They rushed in, the rock closing behind them.Both men ran to the dwindling fire like two little boys: shoving, pushing, and jostling until both basked in an equal share of the heat.Arcon removed his other glove and threw both on a chair to dry.He was a wide-shouldered man of medium height, lean yet strong and many years older than his companion.His ageless, albeit weathered, face had seen almost two hundred years.Arcon’s clear, blue eyes held secrets he wished to forget.Blayke, his protégé, was a descendant of a relative.A loving boy, he had been given into the older man’s care at birth.Arcon had taught him a variety of survival skills including hunting and fighting, and a rudimentary knowledge of the spiritual craft of realmistry [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]