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Like how he could control which parts of him shifted to ash. How he could send those ashes into a body, wrap them around hearts or lungs or bones.
“A dreamer’s lie is that all nightmares have an end.” Another strangled cry. “The truth is, some nightmares go on forever, and yours is just beginning.”
“That is what you are. Not who you are. And even then…” Rayner whirled, the voice coming from another spot in the cave now. “Even then, that is not entirely what you are. You are more than ash and smoke. You are more than Fae. But none of that is who you are. So many names in your past. So many names in your future.”
“That is what you seek, Ash Rider. Not your memories. Not your past. You wish to know who you are, who you are supposed to be.”
“Make your choice, descendant of Anala and those who hunt.” “What does that mean?” “There is so much more to your gifts than you know. So many futures,” the child mused. “I wonder which will come to pass.”
“The more power I can breed for my king, the more power he will bestow upon me. And now that you are back where you belong, I can finally make progress. I am hoping that one of your offspring will be able to activate the—”
When you have finished with those inside, let the Reaper die here with me. Only let him rise again to save your family.”
“Promise me you will move on from this nightmare.” “Some nightmares never end,” he murmured through his tears. “Yours will,” she countered gently. “If you let it. Promise me you won’t be alone anymore, Rayner.” “I promise, Aravis,” he whispered. “I promise.” And he held his sister while she took her last breath, staring at the sunny sky with a smile on her face.
“Together. If we can all learn to trust each other, to depend on each other, we can face those nightmares. If we can do that, we will be a force on this continent.”
