Jul 01, 2004 04:56
They hurried about, and for once there was no arguing.. the laughter would start and suddenly stop as they realized once again that a Fight was coming.
Del's house was busy and cramped full with dreams of war.. The young Sluagh could barely find a space unoccupied by a person or a Dream.
And it was then that Fate's cruel hand reached out and sent a shiver down their backs.. looking around he knew that everyone felt it.. the Dreaming held its breath.. and the Seers knew that Death rode on this exhalation.
He was not exempt from that seeing..
Turn back now.. or risk your life.
And yet he could not leave.. not now.. not over this. He was a Seer of this Kingdom.. the Last of the First and the First of the Last. Chosen by Fate to bear this burden.. Chosen by Death to Speak.
And Speak for Death he would.
He would watch Del carefully.. and make sure that she did not overtax herself too much.. and he would watch those that she cared for and he would ensure that Death got his due.