THE LEGACY - Chapter 5Beau was aware of two overwhelming sensations as he slowly resurfaced to consciousness. The first was a headache that throbbed and pounded relentlessly through his entire skull. The second was the gentle touch of a hand on his forehead. He knew Margrethe's touch immediately. Many times throughout his childhood, Beau had felt the same soothing gesture of healing and it never failed to bring relief, no matter how great his suffering. Until now! The headache was merciless and even the weight of Margrethe's delicate hand on his forehead was too much too bear.
He stirred restlessly, groaned and opened his eyes. Margrethe was staring at him, worry clearly etched on her pretty face. She jumped at his groan.
"Beau! You're awake!! Thank God!!" Mindless of his pain, she threw herself upon him and smothered him in a hug that normally would have warmed his heart and soul. &
THE LEGACY Chapter Three
"You forbid me?!" Margrethe stared at her brother in disbelief. "You can't be serious Beau!"
"I've never been more serious in my life!" Beaufort's jaw tightened with determination. His eyes were steely blue. Margrethe realized he was indeed very serious.
She had been nervous about telling her brother about Lucius. Her new neighbor had been a daily visitor. She had awaited each visit with increasing delight. His attentions were respectful but his eyes lit a fire inside her that wouldn't be quenched. Margethe found herself seeking quiet moments in his company, so enchanted was she by his knowledge and experience. His voice was a symphony, carrying her away to exotic places and filling her mind with new visions. Cambridgeshire suddenly seemed so small, so stifling. She found herself longing for new horizons. She found herself
The WhisperTHE WHISPER
Morteus watched the boy carefully. He was small but sturdy, with short dark hair and pale, milky skin. a striking combination for a human, most of whom were insipid creatures. They may have one or two outstanding features, but the overall effect was one of stifling, beige mortality. But this boy ..ah, he was different! Morteus couldn't see his eyes, but he knew what he would find there deep, brown depths of knowing, aged beyond their years. Windows to an ancient soul, one that had seen many lifetimes.
Morteus sighed. Finally he had found him. The Fallen One. The Chosen Vessel.
None of this would be apparent to the people in the park where the boy played. To them, he was just another child enjoying the delights of the swings and slippery slide. In fact, none of the parents or children even glanced his way as he played by hi