by Kurtis Smith
“I was there in Lemirre the night your mother was taken, but I have no memory of it. Through your memory I saw the face of your mother’s captor. I was the one that took her.”
Davin reacted with sudden jerk. “Where did you take her? You must know what happened to her.”
Egan remained stoic. “I have no other knowledge except what your mind provided. I’m sorry, Davin.”
Davin was speechless. He had no words. He wanted to be angry, but that wouldn’t do any good. He wanted to know more and understood that wasn’t an option either.
They stood there on the balcony for a few minutes, just staring at the horizon. Davin tried to quiet his thoughts.
Both of them knew the fact that they shared the blood of the Ancients made them feel like family in some distant way, but neither of them said it. It didn’t need to be said. The sky continued to darken and the wind picked up while they enjoyed the silence. The noise of the city had even passed to nearly nothing. It was certainly calming.
At last, a voice broke the silence behind them. Davin and Egan turned to find Niahm standing in the doorway, her arms wrapped around her the body of Roland.
“I apologize for the interruption, but Roland and I wanted to say goodnight.” Davin looked to Egan and Egan nodded.
“I will be there in a minute.” Niahm and Roland acknowledged him and disappeared through the doorway again.
Davin finally broke the silence after a minute of staring at the sky. “It’s funny; I assumed the rain would have been pouring down by now. I was waiting for it.” He gestured up to the sky.
Egan put his hand on Davin’s back for a moment, and then started forward. “Come on in and visit with your godfather, Davin, this storm will break soon enough.”
