To What They Were Born E-Book

Julie Steimle

• Herausgeber: BookRix
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

They have awaited a Messiah for over ten thousand years to save them from the oppressive regime of the High Class—but when the prophesied day came, he didn't appear. And the High Class would once again systematically slaughter children born on this day, hunting for the last remnant of the royal line. When all is assumed lost, they receive a sign that they are not only mistaken—but that their prophesied savior is a little girl…who just needs to grow up.

Leseprobe

Julie Steimle

To What They Were Born

Martian Prophecies Prequel: Story One

To Joan of Arc, who led with inspiration. BookRix GmbH & Co. KG81371 Munich

The Seers Do Not See

“As sure as you can’t steer a train, you can’t change your fate.”—They Might Be Giants—

It was supposed to be a day of rejoicing. Supposed to be.

The Day of Adaral. The first day of ‘summer’, though they had not lived in the sun for ten thousand years. It was the day celebrated with flowers. With bright colors, and good food and great company. But in the seer halls of Arras, the old caretakers of the green fire stared with mourning at the flames as they showed… nothing.

Not a thing but fire.

The seer fire was supposed to be a source of revelation from the Creator of All. It was supposed to be a window into the future, or the most pertinent present, as it had for the seers generation after generation.

Yet today, on the most important of days, it showed nothing.

Nothing but the flames.

And the Saving One was supposed to free them—this day. This very year. This very hour.

“Read the prophecy again,” Sir Shuldan ordered the keeper of the records who, up until then, they thought carried the gift of fire keeping.

Sir Benzen’s aged fingers stroked the pages to the preserved bound-parchment record with a worn look at his Elder. “The words will not be differen—”

“I said, read it.” Sir Shuldan cast Sir Benzen another of his many disdainful looks, his eyes enviously accusing the record keeper of neglect, as he had confidence he would have been a more worthy keeper of the records than this doddering old man.