Abyssborn

ht was

ragged. The undergrowth tugged at her gown, branches clawing at her

small form was warm against her chest, his tiny fingers twitching in his sleep. If not for

e was

devoured by the darkness her son had unleashed. What was t

a's hear

those who wielded a power beyond mortal comprehension. Most had been erased f

ing proof that the cur

ad come for him at birth

he was. What

y would never s

-

ter in

nd blood still lingered, but something else st

against a thick oak. Her breath came in shal

s not

darkness, someo

wig. A shift

idwife's corpse. She was no warrior like her husband, but she wo

es rustl

ure dropped fr

sed-only for her wrist to

lack, his face concealed beneath a hood. His gr

ce was deep, steady-but lace

ulse raced. "

hood casting a shadow over his feature

call me

her, but the way he spok

been wait

-

idden

nct told her to be wary, she had no choice. The Inquisition was

rance of a hidden cavern. It was well-concealed, covered

alls lined with torches that fl

d her child close

ack his hood. For the first time, she saw his face-sharp features

wered. "For those the

caught. "

y force that knows about the cursed bloodline

elief and fear. "Why? Wha

ld. For a moment, something unreadable crossed

ed child," Ravian murmured.

ina st

u mean?" sh

th of the cave. The wind howled outside, carrying with i

ng silence

born under the blood moon, marked by the abyss,

er eyes

n said quietly, "

a chill down Se

Abys

f myths. A being prophesied to brin

as lying in her arms,

is true... then the Inquisition won't sto

re him. If he is to survive, he must grow stronger. He

r son tighter. "H

ut time moves swiftly. And t

w through the cave, causi

s, his tiny fingers curling, his bl

ore closing them again-his lips curv

ld was

born had

would ever