The Godling Chronicles
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“There is one problem,” he said. “My father is a god. How do you kill a god? And even if I do find a way, how do I get close enough to do it?”
“I don’t know,” she replied. “But I think Felsafell told you of a weapon. Is that right?”
Jayden had half-expected her to know the conversation he’d had with the old hermit word for word. That she did not was surprising. Perhaps he could think it to her?
“I can sense your emotions far better,” she explained. “Words are difficult, at least for now.”
He could not stop himself from laughing at his own ignorance. “This is going to take some time for me to figure out, I suppose.”
He then went on to recount what Felsafell had told him.
“I know the Chamber of the Maker,” she said, once he was finished. “But nothing lies beneath it. As far as anyone knows, it has no lower levels.”
“It’s all I can think of.”
She steepled her fingers below the bridge of her nose and thought for a time. “It will take many weeks to get there. And if we’re wrong, it might be too late to search elsewhere.”
“I don’t see another choice.”
She drew a long breath. “Then it is decided. And may the Creator guide us.”
“It’s funny,” remarked Jayden, as much to himself as to Gia. “My mother often spoke of the Creator. She said that our lives are our own, and the choices we make are made freely. The Creator doesn’t bind us to Her, yet she is always there to show us the way to our destiny.”
“Your mother is wise.”
“I never really believed her. I always thought it was just her way of making sense of a confusing world. But now…I think she was right.”
They decided to leave at first light of the next day. They spent the remaining hours going over their route. The lands between the Spirit Hills and the Chamber of the Maker were crowded with human cities, towns, and countless small settlements. Getting there unseen would test their skills to the full.
Jayden was amazed at the transformation Gia had undergone. Where before she had been unwilling to offer him even the smallest courtesy, she was now pleasant, considerate, and even playful at times. By sundown he had almost forgotten how she had behaved when first meeting her. And their bond…it was amazing how quickly he was growing accustomed to someone else being inside his mind. He found himself wondering how his feelings for her would grow. He did not love her. And yet she was a part of him, their spirits inseparable. Had it been this way in the beginning with his mother and father? Something told him that it probably had.
That night, after a hearty meal, he lay in bed staring up at the ceiling. Gia was in the next bed, already in a deep slumber. He could feel that her dreams were untroubled, and this pleased him. No, he did not love her. And she did not love him. But there was no denying that something inside him was changing. He could hear her voice in his mind as clearly as the moment she had actually spoken.
Our spirits know the truth of our hearts.
Felsafell had been right. His path was now fixed, and Gia would walk it with him. For good or ill, they would see this through together. To the end.
End Book Seven
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