To form the heart of a powerful man
Wrongly sent to you so long ago
Let him live and return to this Earth
So that he may destroy it.”
The chanting finished, and silence filled the air. His eyes darted around between the druid, the polar bear, and the scorching column of light. Samuel started screaming. His cries sounded like he was being tortured, but nobody made any move to help him. Mr. Ross could feel his heart starting to speed up. This was far from natural. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. It was otherworldly and scared the shit out of him, not literally. The beam of light grew brighter and brighter. He squinted, but it was no use. He had to shut his eyes against the burning in his retinas. All around them was silence, except for Samuel’s screams. Eventually they stopped, and he dared to open his eyes. The light had vanished, and the freezing rain returned. Samuel had also disappeared and was replaced by a man he didn’t recognize. Nuka, who was still standing next to him, stepped forward.
“Grandfather, I can’t believe it’s you.”
The new man before them opened his eyes. They were not human in appearance. They were as black as night.
“You’ve done well,” the stranger said. “I knew you would come for me one day. This is a fine body.” He shook his head and fluttered his eyelids. Gradually his eyes turned human in appearance.
“He’ll continue to serve us well. His position is on the Council. His appearance, especially the ability to appear as Samuel and my grandfather will allow you to rule over everything.”
“Wise my grandson, very wise.”
The man turned his head to face Mr. Ross.
He sniffed. “Human?”
“Indeed,” the polar bear answered.
“A gift?” the man asked with a smirk crossing his face
“Of course.”
“Then the war to end all wars starts here and now. The sacrifice you’ll make will be for the greater good of the magical shifter race.” The newly created being prowled toward him
“What?” he spat out. The word sacrifice didn’t sit well with him. The last thing he wanted was any of that magical crap being carried out on him.
“I’m weak, but I can still smell the evil oozing from his pores. It stinks. A typical human with no compassion for what’s different. You deserve this.”
The man reached him and stretched out a hand to touch his forehead. He tried to move, to fight back, but he couldn’t run. He was transfixed in position. His mind started to jumble, and when he looked up, he saw energy floating from him to the person in front of him.
“What are you...” But no more words came out. He had lost the ability to speak. His hearing disappeared next as all around him fell silent. What the hell was happening? Then his sight went, and he was plunged into darkness. He felt as though everything, which made him who he was, was leaving his body. He felt his heart slowing down, and his organs ceasing to function. He’d made a terrible mistake. He’d trusted a creature and.......his brain shut down, and his heart beat one final time. Isobel and Kingsley’s father was dead.