Chapter 11
Vin pushed the button that would
announce his presence to Chris’ room. He
was only a few seconds behind the blond, but the man had quickly entered his
old bedroom and closed the door silently behind him.
“Come on in, Vin,” said Chris’ voice
coming from behind the door.
Vin watched the doors automatically
open and he stepped into the bedroom.
He found Chris lying propped on his bed against the metal headboard
fully clothed and sipping slowly from the bottle he had took with him.
“Ya know there’s not many men who can still
stand after drinkin’ that,” said Vin pointedly taking a seat in the chair
across from him.
“You should know,” retorted Chris
despondently taking another sip from the bottle afterwards.
“How did ya know it was me out there?”
“Let’s just say I felt it,” answered
Chris ambiguously.
“How?”
“Can’t tell ya.”
“It’s a secret?”
“No.
I mean I can’t tell ya. I don’t know.”
“Could be part of what Lyra keeps
sproutin’ about,”
“Don’t know, don’t care. By the way, how did ya do that?”
“Do what?”
“You know, move so fast,” said Chris
bringing his slivery green eyes to bear on the bounty hunter.
“Don’t know, don’t care,” said Vin
mirroring Chris’ reply.
Chris grinned slightly at Vin’s
audacity. “Well, I can tell ya that it
was real amazin’ to see. Never seen a
man move that fast. Only thing that I ever seen move that fast was a Sandman.”
At this comment, Vin eyed the blond
with surprise.
“Ya once met a Sandman, didn’t ya?”
asked Vin testing the waters.
“Let’s just say that we had a
disagreement about somethin’,” answered Chris smirking. He then saw Vin’s face
bow downward and he could no longer gage the man’s emotions.
“Vin?” he called softly in a
question. Vin raised his heads and Chris
saw there much anguish and anxiety in those blue eyes that regarded him.
“My ma was the princess of our
tribe. She was nineteen when she was
suppose to be married off to a young warrior prince of another tribe. The caravan that was takin’ her there was
attacked by Sandmen. My ma was the sole
survivor of that massacre and she never told anyone what happened, not even
me. She died with that secret. But somethin’ happened.”
Chris felt an ominous feeling come over
him as Vin paused in his story. “So…?”
“There was a man, one who found my ma,
out in the desert. I met up with him
one day about two years after she died.
I was a man then. He said
somethin’ to me that has been botherin’ me ever since.”
”And that was?”
asked Chris curiously.
“He said I looked liked my ma, but I
moved liked my pa. I asked him who was my pa since my ma never told me.”
“And what did he say?”
“He said…He said that he couldn’t tell
me his name, but if I wanted to find ‘im, I should go into the deep desert.”
“But the only people who really live in
the deep desert is…” started Chris.
“Yeah, Sandmen.”
“So you’re saying ya father was a
Sandman?”
“I don’t rightly know, Chris. It’s been botherin’ me since that day and I
ain’t found out if it’s true. It’s the
one reason why I became a bounty hunter.
Since it keeps me in the deep desert a lot, I can make a livin’ while I
look.”
“But Vin, it can’t be possible. Sandmen do not keep live prisoners. They have no heart or soul of their own.
They just ain’t human.”
“I knowed that, Chris, but ya got to
see how I feel. I can’t go on livin’
not knowin’ the truth.”
“Tell me, Vin. Will finding the truth make ya more of who
ya already are?”
“Nope.
But it will sure ease my mind, Chris.
At least then I put a name to what I am. Right now, I’m half of nothin’.”
“But ya know your mother was at least
Ravakar. That’s not half of nothin’.”
“Let me ask ya a question. What if it was you who never knew who ya
father was? Wouldn’t ya wan’na know, no
matter what?”
Chris thought about it for a moment and
sighed. He sometimes wished he never
knew who his father was. At least then
he could pretend to be somebody else.
But then he knew Vin was right and that every one needed to their
heritage, good or bad.
“Well, Vin, it looks like ya might have
ya chance,” said Chris. “It seems that the Vicar have a place located in the
deep desert and that’s where we’re goin’.”
“When are ya gon’na tell the others?”
“I was plannin’ on gettin’ some rest
before then. Knowin’ Buck the way I do,
there ain’t gon’na be no rest later on,” said Chris leaning heavy back against
the headboard of the bed.
“Mad, huh?”
“Nope.
Horney as hell.”
“Huh?”
“Once he finds out where headin’ for the
deep desert, he gon’na figure that we ain’t comin’ back alive and he gon’na be
vistin’ every lady in the city just to make sure his needs are covered,” said
Chris smiling wickedly.
Vin laughed heartily at this
comment. “That sure be somethin’ to
see,” said Vin. “Get some sleep.”
“I will,” answered Chris and he moved
down further on the bed until he was lying flat upon it. He placed the bottle
on the nightstand next to his bed along with glasses. As he was about to close his eyes, he noticed Vin leaning back in
the seat he was in and putting his feet up on the bed.
“You plannin’ on sleeping here?”
queried Chris, one eyes quirking at the lounging bounty hunter.
Vin smiled gently back at him and said,
“I promise. I won’t ravage ya while ya
sleep, Cowboy. Go on. I’ll watch ya back.” Vin then closed his eyes and promptly went
to sleep.
Chris eyed him laughingly and then he
also closed his eyes and let sleep take him away to where things were less
stressful.
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Three hours had a passed and Vin was
asleep only for two of those hours when rustling noises awoke him. He looked over at the bed that contained
Larabee and watched as the sleeping blond twist and turn on the bed. No wonder the man ain’t got any sleep. He
keeps scroungin’ around the bed like that and he might fall off, thought
Vin as he kept one eye on the man.
Chris dreams were not pleasant and he
awoke with a start to find Vin Tanner awake, in his room, staring at him.
“What…what…are you doin’ here?” asked
Chris confused.
“Don’t ya remember, Pard. I was watchin’ ya back,” said Vin standing
up from the chair and looking at Chris with concern.
Chris shook his head releasing the
dreams that had haunted him back into the darkness. His blond hair flew into his eyes as he did and he raised and
brushed it back into place with his hand.
“We gotta go,” was all he said as he
looked at the bounty hunter standing before him.
“Somethin’ wrong?” asked Vin seeing
that something was bothering his new friend.
“Yeah…no…I don’t know…maybe,” said
Chris eyeing him sheepishly.
“Which one is it?”
“To tell you the truth, Vin, I just got
a bad feeling about all this,” said Chris pushing another hand through his hair
in a nervous action.
“’Bout what Lyra said?”
“More than that. ‘Bout where we going
and ‘bout who we going after. I just
don’t like being led around by the nose.”
“Ya think it’s a set up?”
Chris placed his hands over his eyes and
then rubbed them hard. “I just don’t
know. I just don’t like it.”
“So what ya gon’na do?”
Chris looked at him with weary silvery
eyes. His face showed the agony of his
indecision, but then it turned to one of determination. “We’re goin’.”
“Ya sure, Chris?”
“Yeah.
Let’s go tell the boys,” he said standing up from the bed and brushing
the wrinkles from his clothes. He
walked out the door with Vin following closely behind.
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When they entered the outer reception
area, they found the others asleep all over the place.
Buck had taken the couch and had his
long legs sprawled over one of the arms.
He uniform was piled on one of the chairs in the room, his helmet
removed.
Chris looked at him and smiled. Now, without the usual Necromonger uniform
covering the man, he could see the face of his old friend. He wore his brown
hair tied in a ponytail behind his head as he slept and his lips were crowned with
a bushy moustache that was cut neatly.
It perturbed Chris to see him so. The man had changed dramatically, from the
undisciplined, naïve young man.
The Buck he had once known was a young
man, caring for nothing but the love of women and fun.
Chris remembered how the two of them,
would cause chaos among Necropolis with their practical jokes, carousing and
all out fights within the city.
At that time, Buck was a clean-shaven,
short hair lieutenant of the Sodikar guards and friend to Chris, the heir and
his commanding officer.
“Yes,” Chris thought to himself. “Things had definitely changed over
the past ten years.” And one of
them was not just Chris Larabee.
He then saw Nathan and Josiah each
asleep in the one of the two big divans that adorned the room. Both of the men had their heads listing to
the side of the divans’ huge headrest.
“Well, they certainly are gon’na wake up in a good mood,” Chris said
sarcastically pointing at the two men.
Vin eyed him as if to say, “no
kidding”.
He turned his vision towards the other
side of the room and found a body huddled asleep on the floor, a long cape
curled around his body as a makeshift blanket.
He knew it was JD by the size and the tuft of hair peeking out from
under his coverage.
He and Vin sought out the last missing
man of their group and when Vin nudged Chris and pointed to the balcony doors
which was now open, they saw Ezra lying immaculately prone, hands behind his
head, feet crossed on an antique boudoir bench made of a plush material on the
balcony.
“Well, he would take the best spot in
the place,” sniped Vin.
“I always said ya can count on Ezra to
know something’s worth,” replied Chris walking over to Buck.
He shook the man’s shoulder, trying to
wake him. “Buck! Get up!” he exclaimed.
Buck jumped up from his sleeping
position, almost falling off the couch and hitting the floor. He would have if Chris had not caught on to
his arm, giving him support and keeping him from his downward trajectory.
“What?
What happened?” asked Buck, confused and still half asleep.
“We need to talk,” said Chris as the
man’s eyes finally focused and Buck realized who had awoken him.
“Damn, Chris! Ya almost scared me out
of my skin!”
Chris ignored the remark and turned to
Vin. “Go wake the others,” he said Vin.
Vin nodded and proceeded to do just
that.
“How come everyone’s asleep in here
when there are so many rooms in this place?” questioned Chris eyeing Buck
suspiciously. “And how come ya still
here? Won’t Madame be worried?”
The Madame that Chris spoke about was
Buck’s mother, who Chris knew was consort to the Damon Vaake, who was now the
new Chancellor before he left.
Buck turned sad eyes to Chris. “No, she won’t,” answered Buck sorrowfully.
“Buck?” Chris did not like the way his
old friend looked at the mentioning of the name.
“She…she’s dead, Chris. Died about five years ago.”
Chris was hit with an intense pain of
sadness, but he kept a strong face when facing his friend’s pain.
“How?” Chris asked.
Buck shook his head. “Don’t know, Chris. The medical team said she died in her
sleep…”
“But?” asked Chris hearing the
uncertainty in his friend’s voice.
“Her heart was as strong as yours or
mine. It just didn’t fit, but I had no
proof of anything otherwise.”
“I’m sorry, Buck. Truly I am.
She was a fine woman.”
“And a good mother,” added Buck. “I haven’t been to the house since she
died. Been staying at the guards’
quarters here in the city.”
“She was still with Vaake?”
“Yeah.
It was why when she was alive I was rarely home. He was always there.”
“Does he live there now?”
“No.
After Madame died, he moved back into the city.”
Chris knelt down until he was eye level
with the Sodikar captain. He said,
placing his hand on to his friend’s shoulder, “I know how important she was in
your life, Buck. She was a great woman
and we will always remember her.”
“Thanks, Chris,” replied Buck putting
his hand on the other’s man shoulder also.
“Now, where are we going?”
Chris watched as the smile came back to
his friend’s face and knew Buck had again buried his pain back down into the
hidden places of his heart.
“Well, pa, we’re going somewhere you’ll
love,” said Chris grinning.
“Yeah?” said Buck mirroring his
grin. “And where’s that?”
“Tiera.”
Buck started laughing loudly. “Ya kidding, right?”
“Nope and ya should know I don’t kid,”
said Chris rising.
Buck jumped up in exasperation. “Are ya
out of ya mind?” he exclaimed. “That’s in the middle of the deep desert!”
“Did you think I would forget?” asked
Chris snidely and walking away from him.
Buck knew Chris would not forget
Tiera. It was where he and Chris had
met their first Sandman and where Chris almost died.
“No, Pard. Never. So when do we
leave?”
“Soon.
I have a few things to take care of and I know you do,” remarked Chris
jokingly.
“Yeah.
I do. ‘Specially if it means I
ain’t gon’na see the lovely ladies again.”
Chris laughed at that and Buck was
happy to hear it. He had not heard that
laugh in long time.
“So, Mr. Tanner says that we are about
ready to leave,” interrupted Ezra, stretching his aching muscles.
“Yeah, Ez. We’re goin’ into the deep desert,” said Chris, walking over to a
door. He pushed a button and they saw that
it was a storage facility.
Chris walked into it and pulled out
several weapons. He passed them around
to the men in the room, all except for Buck and Vin since he knew they carried
their own.
“And what are these for?” questioned
Ezra as Chris passed him a weapon.
Chris got close to Ezra’s ear and said
softly, “For protection. Ya gon’na need
it.” Chris then moved on to the next of
the men and completed delegating out the weapons.
“Mr. Larabee?” called Ezra, his eyes
showing concern.
“Where are we going?” asked Josiah,
also concerned.
“Yeah.
Are we leaving now?” jumped in JD.
When Chris turned to stare at them, but
did not answer, Nathan said, “Chris?”
“We’re goin’ into the deep desert. We’re goin’ to Tiera.”
There were gasps and frantic questions
at Chris announcement.
Buck turned to scrutinize Chris
reaction.
Everyone on the planet had heard of
Tiera and knew the dangers. It was in
the middle of the territory of the Sandmen and the most who had even returned
from there and lived were changed forever.
Most of them that came back had gone
insane and could not speak of what happened to them, or spoke in riddles and
gibberish.
The few that had seemed to keep their
sanity went on to lead normal lives, or so it was to the casual observer. But the people close to them, they knew
there was some different about the person, something that was just not quite
right.
As their lives progress, one by one the
few became some and the some became no more than four. Each of the supposedly sane survivors had
either died from suicide or a violent death.
Now only four were left and no one dared venture to Tiera again.
Chris and Buck were two of the four
that survived. Buck had rescued Chris
from that city, at the lost of many Sodikar men and what he brought back was
less than the man he knew.
Buck remembered that time. He remembered pale Chris was, how his green
eyes seemed to see nothing. He
remembered picking up his body from that cold cell in Tiera and carrying him
out like a baby, the weight in his arms, practically weighing nothing.
He did not remember the ride home with
the ten Sodikar guardsmen that were left out of the fifty that were assigned to
him for the rescue mission. He did not
remember them offering him drink and food, as they rode three days through the
deep desert back to New Mecca and Necropolis.
He did remember Chris moaning in the
throes of pain and how no matter what they gave him, he could not keep it
down. He remembered how translucent the
man’s body looked at sweat ran rivulets down his naked chest and arms. There was nothing left of his uniform,
except for the tattering piece of cloths that made up his Sodikar uniform and
the scratches that scar his chest that were deep, blood welded from them still.
He shook his head to shake himself out
of this memory, trying to forget that sight of his bleeding and dying
friend. It took weeks before he had
finally saw something of the old Chris, but there was always a faraway look in
his eyes, ever so often and it was this look that Buck saw now.
“Chris?”
“Hmmm?” answered Chris looking at Buck
startled.
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah, fine,” said Chris brushing away
his friend’s concerned look.
Vin looked at him too and then at Buck
as if to question him. Buck shrugged
his shoulders and let his reply die.
“Buck, take the guys to get something
to eat and some new traveling clothes.
Ya better get ya some new clothes too.
That uniform ain’t gon’na help ya in the desert,” said Chris walking
towards the door that led to the outer corridors.
“Where you going?” asked Buck
bewildered.
“To see my mother,” answered Chris
quickly walking out of the apartment as the door closed behind him.
Chapter 12
Chris arrived at the apartments of the Lord
Marshal and was lead in by one of the Sodikar guards. He found his mother was out of her uniform and now dressed in a
long flowing red dress, that revealed only her arms.
Aliya turned to find her long lost son
standing before her. She smiled gently
wishing it were under other circumstances that he was here now.
“Mother,” he said gently. “Ya look beautiful.” He then walked over to
her and hugged her briefly.
“From my son, I take it as a
compliment. But don’t you let the
guards here you say that. It would not
be fitting for them to here me being described as beautiful,” said jokingly.
“And how should you be described in
front of your men?”
“Fearful. Strong. Anything that
makes them understand that I am not to be toyed with or taking lightly,” she
said grimly.
“Always keepin’ the strong façade, huh,
Mother?”
“You know me too well, my son. Now, Connell, let us speak of other things
as I know your time is short here,” she sighed.
“I wish it was not. But the Vicar will not wait,” said Chris determinedly.
“I know, my son, I know,” said moving
to sit on the couch that was in the reception area of her home. “Come.
Sit down next to me.” She then
patted the side of the couch next to her.
Chris moved and sat down next to the
woman. His mother did not look her
fifty-five years. She was married and a mother at the age of twenty. It was not uncommon on Helion where life was
sometimes hard and no one expected to live long. But for Chris’ mother, one of
the elite, it was expected, as it was expected of him. Marry well early and have heirs as soon as
possible. That was the Necromonger way
of life. Chris followed this rule and
now he was again alone, without an heir.
“Where you go, Connell, you have been
before,” said Aliya simply.
Chris nodded thoughtfully at this. He could remember only pieces and patches of
his stay with the Sandmen in Tiera.
They were flitting images, just always out of his grasp.
“I don’t remember much,” said Chris to
his mother.
“But you are afraid that once you journey
there that those memories will return?”
Chris did not answer, but Aliya could
see his answer in his silvery green eyes.
“You are strong, Christopher Connell
Larabee. You are heir to
Necropolis. You are also my son and my
children are strong.”
“How do ya know?”
“A mother always knows her child, no
matter how old they get or how hard they try to hide themselves,” said Aliya
gently grabbing his hands into hers. “You are going on a journey and it will
not be an easy one. I have spoken to Lyra and she sees many things to come
during this journey. They are not good,
but her calculations shows that you can overcome any obstacles.”
“Lyra again. How can ya believe her, mother?
She’s an Elemental!”
“Just like you, my son.”
“And just like father was?” retorted
Chris.
Aliya looked at her son with eyes full
of hurt and pain. Yes. Her husband had betrayed her and their son,
but she knew as heartless and calculated as it seemed, it was not something her
husband wanted to do. To her husband,
it was something he had to do.
“You cannot continuing holding so much
hate, my son. It will destroy who you
are.”
“Too late, mother. Prison and losin’ my eyesight has already
done that.”
“Yes.
That is something I must ask you before you leave. About your eyesight, that is. What happened, Connell? How did you loose those lovely green eyes?”
she said touching his cheek gently.
Chris sat there silently, looking into
her eyes and wondering what he should tell her. He had not told anyone including Ezra his business partner and
his long time friend Buck, how he had lost his eyesight. Now, here was his mother, asking the one
question he dreaded answering.
He sighed silently and said, “Ya know I
had escaped prison and it was not easy.
There were four of us altogether.
The plan was to make it to the mountains that were ‘bout 10 miles from
the prison. There was a ship docked
there, waiting for us. I planned the
escape, and my cellmate Badger had contacted his brother who hired a merc to
pick us up. The problem was that we didn’t quite make it. Badger and the other two cons met their
death.”
“How?”
“They were burnt to ash by the planet’s
sun. Ya heard of how hot it could get once the sun came up. Nothin’ left of
them to bring back in a plastic bag.”
“But you survived. How?”
“You really think I survived?” asked
Chris amazed. “Well, maybe a part of me
did. I had at least reached some shelter in the mountain, a nook, but it wasn’t
enough against the sun’s rays. When…when the mercs found me, I had third degree
burns all over my body. My prison
uniform had melted into my skin. My retinas were burnt and if it wasn’t for me
covering my eyes with my arms, I guess my eyes would have been gone too.”
“Oh, my poor child, my poor son,” said
Aliya bringing him close to her and hugging him hard. “So much pain. So much
suffering you endured.”
Chris welcomed the feel of his
mother. It was one of things that he
remembered as growing up in Necropolis that always brought such warmth to his
soul, his mother’s love.
“How…did you get…?”
“How did I get my new eyes?” asked
Chris, his head on her shoulder.
“Yes.”
“The mercs were not generous people,
mother. I am sure ya know that,” said
Chris rising from her shoulder and looking her in the eyes.
“Yes, I do.” Everyone was familiar with
how ruthless mercs were.
“At first they thought I was Badger,
the one whose brother had paid them for their services. They took me to him, thinking that as long
as they brought a body that it would not matter.”
“So what happened when the brother
found out who you really were?”
“Well, I was in the hospital for a long
time, wrapped in bandages while they grafted my skin back onto my body. My eyes were bandaged and I was blind to
what went around me for a while. It wasn’t just not being able to see. I was so
fragged up most of the time I didn’t even know who I was half the time. When they finally finished the DNA testing
and notified Badger’s brother that I was not his brother, he did two things.
First he had the mercs hunted down and executed. Then he asked me if I wanted to live.”
“And you told him you did.”
“If only to get my revenge against the
people who put me there. But Badger had other plans. He fixed me up real good, but he couldn’t repair what was inside. My soul was still damaged and I didn’t care
about anyone or anything anymore. Christopher Connell Larabee was dead and only
Connell and his hatred lived. Badger
offered me a job once I had my new eyes and body. I took it without any regrets.
I became his main gunner and bodyguard.
He found out about my skill with a laser and every since then I have
been planet hopping around.”
“So how did you end up back here?”
“That is another long story which right
now I don’t have time to tell. It is
getting’ late and we are leaving in the next hour.”
Aliya knew she could not postpone it
any longer. She knew she had to let him
go, again.
She stood up, refusing to say goodbye
in anything other than a standing position.
She kept her tears to herself.
She would not show weakness at her son’s leaving.
Chris knew his mother was trying to be
strong for him, but what she did not know was that he was trying to be strong
for her. His weakness was leaving her
behind again with telling her that he loved her.
“Goodbye, mother,” he said walking to
the doors and stepping quickly through it.
He did not hear his mother as she
whispered softly, “Goodbye, son. I love
you.”
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Chris and his companions along with the
Sodikar guards assigned to serve under Buck boarded the ship. It was a tight squeeze with the guards
sitting in the foldout benches on the side of the ship.
Chris took the pilot seat this time,
while Vin took the co-pilot seat. Although Chris was driving and listening to
Vin’s navigation instructions, his mind was still on the incident in his
apartment. He knew he had heard Vin’s
voice in his head, but it had not occurred again since that time.
Chris thought that maybe it was his
mind playing tricks on him. He was
tired, both mentally and physically and had been drugged with one of Nathan’s
concoctions. He could have been hallucinating. All these possibilities turned around in
Chris’ mind.
Suddenly he heard Vin call his name,
bringing him out of his reverie.
Chris turned confused slivery green
eyes towards his brown haired co-pilot.
“Did ya hear me?” asked Vin.
“I’m…I’m sorry, I didn’t hear ya,” said
Chris bewildered.
“I was tellin’ ya that in a couple of
hours we’ll be near Ravak.”
“Ya thinkin’ about home?”
“Yeah.
Haven’t been back for about the past couple of luna inclinos,” said Vin.
Chris realized that Vin had slipped to
a term of his native people. The
Ravakar spoke a derivative of Latin.
“That long, huh?” replied Chris. “Well,
I guess we can make a stop there and get some supplies before we get to the
deep desert.”
He watched as Vin’s blue eyes lit up
with excitement. “Ya really think so?”
“Yeah,” said Chris smiling. “Sure. Why not?”
Chris then turned to Buck and said, “Hey,
Buck.”
“Yeah, Chris.”
“We’re gon’na make a slight track north
and make a stop a Ravak before we go further into the desert.”
“Ya think that wise, Chris?”
“We need supplies soon and I am sure a
side trip ain’t gon’na hurt us none,” answered Chris winking at Vin.
“How are the women there?” asked Buck
smiling widely.
“They don’t come much livelier,”
answered Vin smiling back.
Buck whooped loudly and turned to the
others in the back. “Hey, boys! We goin’ to Ravak!” he shouted.
He was met with some excitement and
some groans. Not everyone wanted to
visit the backwater city.
“Oh, stop ya groaning Ezra! We’re going
whether you like it or not,” said Buck.
He then turned back to Chris and Vin
and said, “How long?”
“About another two hours,” replied Vin.
“I’ll let the others know,” said Buck
starting to move to the back of the ship.
“And Buck? Make sure someone’s on scan,” instructed Chris.
“Right.” Buck then walked over to the others, while Chris continued to
drive the skimmer ship based on Vin’s directions.
Vin smiled as he thought about going
home.
It had been a long time since he had
seen his friends and family. He wondered how they fared.
Considering they might not return from
the deep desert alive, this would be his last chance to let his people know how
important they were to him. He might
never get another chance.
He turned to stare at Chris who was
busily driving and smiled inwardly.
Chris was becoming more and more surprising. The blond had understood how important it was to him without
words and he could never remember anyone else in his life, besides his mother,
who could. Vin knew this was going to
be an interesting friendship.
TBC.
Translations:
Latin Ravakar
luna inclinos - moon turns - months
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