Blood Solstice: Part Three in the Tale of Lunarmorte Read Online Free Page A

of what the Prophet
was trying to explain.
    “ I can manipulate the trace, however. The gods tell me from
their Mountain that I am the only one who can. I dare not ask why
they’ve blessed me with that little gift, I’m just grateful that
they have.”
    “ Manipulate? How?”
    “ I can hide thoughts, feelings, intentions. I can hide other
supernaturals intentions as well. It is the reason I’ve escaped
numerous times and why I am now sharing your cell.”
    The hours with the Prophet melted by as he told Kirios of all
that was happening above. Many battles had been fought, much blood
shed. The race of Asclepians was all but gone and the few who were
left had hidden themselves away so no one knew who they were. Soon,
the Prophet whispered sadly, there would be none left.
    “ How long have I been down here?” Kirios whispered.
    The Prophet remained silent for so long Kirios was unsure he
was going to get an answer. His heart thudded dully behind its bone
encasement.
    “ Sixty years, my friend. Sixty years.”
    A noise of distress escaped his mouth before he could control
his response and he felt the Prophet sigh sadly. “I am
sorry.”
    Kirios shook his head, blinking back tears of defeat. It
wasn’t his fault, he told the Prophet silently.
    “ It isn’t your fault,” the Prophet replied quietly. “Not your
fault.”
    Kirios squeezed his eyes shut in agony. “If not my own, then
whose?”
    “ No one’s. We are all at the mercy of the will of the
gods.”
     
    ***
     
    When perhaps a few days passed, the Prophet turned to him, his
eyes bright from sleep deprivation. “I must tell you the reason why
I got myself put into this prison with you.”
    Kirios grunted. So the mad man had deliberately had himself
thrown in prison with him. Why? His eyes asked.
    “ I’ve had visions of you, Kirios. I am here to save
you.”
    “ Why?” Kirios frowned. What was so special about
him?
    Tears glistened in the young seer’s eyes. “Oh, Kirios. This
awful war… it’s going to haunt our world for centuries.”
    The hopelessness of it threatened unsuccessfully to end a life
that couldn’t be ended. “Centuries?” He gasped out.
    “ For centuries. At the end of the 2 nd Millenia Anno Domini, Gaia
will set in motion events that will lead to the end of this
war.”
    2 nd Millenia Anno Domini… Dear Gaia!
    “ A child will be born into the end of the
20 th Century… a child with blood of both Covens running in her
veins – a half-lykan, half-magik who will bring this war to a
conclusion.”
    Kirios shook his head in amazement. “What has any of this to
do with me?”
    His eyes blazed suddenly, his face taut with emotion. “I see
you in that future. You are an important element of that future.”
With that the Prophet seized a hold of Kirios’ head and pressed
Kirios’ open mouth to his neck, forcing the vampyre to drink from
his blood. Sixty years of starvation… force was not really
necessary. Kirios groaned with exultation and sank his teeth
through the soft flesh of the Prophet’s neck, drinking and drinking
until the blood flowed into every cell of his being, blood unlike
any other he had tasted. He jerked back careful, even when so
hungry, to take only what he needed. He underestimated his sudden
speed and smacked his head off the wall. He barely felt it. Kirios
gasped, reaching up to feel his skull… no mark, no blood. Nothing.
He laughed and the Prophet smiled wearily, shuffling back up into a
sitting position.
    Kirios stared at his hands, looking for some sign in his skin
to explain this entirely new feeling in his body. He felt stronger
than he ever had before.
    “ What have you done?” he whispered.
    The Prophet shook his head. “The gods… they made me special.
My blood… it has changed you. You will be faster, stronger, and you
will be able to mask other supernaturals’ trace.”
    “ Why?”
    “ I do not know. I am only doing what I’ve been led to do in my
visions.”
    Kirios nodded. “I