No longer allowed to perform the rituals of magic sustaining their land by the priests of Hernal, the people have nothing but a prophecy foretelling the rise of a man who would free the people from the ruthless House of Hernal. Very few know where the ancient text is, nor has it been completely translated. Wolfe Mason, a scribe, has the scroll, and is on the run from those who would stop at nothing to steal it. The bounty hunter following him knows it's in Wolfe's possession. Conning Wolfe to take him on as guard, Hawk follows his own agenda. Can the prophecy be fulfilled? And what parts do Wolfe and Hawk have in the prophecy itself? At 2,223, this is another piece of Aurora history.
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| Prophecies of Remena |
Blending into the surrounding camp made Hawk inconspicuous as he watched the lone figure of the man perched on a rock, scribbling away in the light from a fire nearby.
A howl echoed through the trees and the scribe’s head jerked up. He looked around him and almost seemed to draw into himself as he huddled on his perch. He seemed out of place here, so lost among the wild. Here was a man who looked as if he had never stepped out of a library.
Narrowing his eyes on the journal, Hawk wanted to see that book. Inside he knew the scribe had written the Prophecies of Remena. Too many would still be able to translate the ancient words. Stepping forward, Hawk walked over to a tree near Wolfe and leaned against the rough bark. "Has the day been that exciting?"
The scribe scrambled back, tumbled off the rock, and landed on his rear. The book lay splayed out beside him, face-down. "Y-you…"
An appraisingly look ran over Wolfe sprawled on the ground, and Hawk deliberately allowed a gleam of interest to show. Crouching down, he picked up the book and dusted it off before holding it out to the scribe. "I didn’t mean to startle you."
With a shaky hand, Wolfe took the book. "You’ve been following me. Why?" He clutched the book to his chest as he stood, never taking his eyes off of Hawk.
"Not really. I’ve just been going in the same direction as your camp is." Shrugging, a faint smile crossed his lips as he stood and held out his hand to Wolfe to help him up. "I’m Hawk."
Wolfe eyed him warily and finally took Hawk’s hand. As he stood, he said, "Wolfe Mason."
"Relax. I don’t bite unless you want me to." Hawk maintained the lightly flirtatious manner as he let go of Wolfe’s hand. "I’ve been keeping close to your camp since there is safety in numbers in these parts."
Wolfe’s hand dropped limply to his side. "Yes," he said, looking around briefly, "I suppose you’re right." Taking a deep breath, he waved toward the small camp he’d set up. "It’s not much, but you’re welcome to join me. I’m not usually this jumpy; I’ve just…" Trailing off, he shook his head. "Never mind. It isn’t important. Anyway, please join me if you wish."