Page 52 of Shattered Heir
“Which is why I find it odd that the Corruptor is requiring Cade to put these soulless peoples’ melodies inside of midnight crystals. What could be the benefit from that? There has to be a way to reverse it, or else the Corruptor is not gaining anything in all of this, and he is greedy,” Keil added.
“It has never been done without the soul being completely lost. We must move on, and go back home,” Glasson insisted.
“He was chosen,” Keil argued.
“We were all chosen,” Glasson said softly. “All for different things, and if we fail, we don't get second chances.”
“I don’t know if I believe that. Hope is important, Glasson. Do not forget that the Ancients can do as they wish,” Keil added.
“What, so there is no saving him?” I turned to Keil.
“It is true that there has never been a successful attempt of putting a melody back if a midnight crystal was used to take it away; however, this is a special circumstance. They are brothers, Emma, and Shad has a song. Those are factors that could make it possible.” Keil looked around the room.
Glasson was silent.
“It is worth a shot then; I mean, everything is different now,” Mary agreed with a weak smile. “If you are willing, Emma, of course.”
Glasson looked irritated and sat down again. Ryker glared at Mary, whispering something to her.
“What do I need to do exactly?” I asked, looking back to Keil. “Do I really have to, like, date Cade?” I felt myself wanting to vomit at the thought.
“Not really dating, just trying to win him over.”
“I don't know. He could probably tell that I am faking it, especially as I suck at soul-shielding.”
“Yes, but you shielded your soul for most of the day today, did you not?” Keil asked. It was true. I did a pretty good job, but hedidn't know that it was only because I had let the monster inside of me take over when it became too difficult to do it on my own.
“He has Shad’s melody, and practically the same face as him. It could be pretty easy to pretend that he is Shad if you really have to go through with this useless plan,” Glasson added.
I looked at him, he was insane if he thought I could just pretend that Cade was Shad. I mean, I had become mixed up the other day, but that was because I was engaged in wishful thinking. They were nothing alike.
“We are nothing alike, Emma,”I heard Shad’s words in the cave echo inside of me.
“You really think that this is a good idea?” I eventually asked, looking around the room. Glasson had a blank stare, and I wondered why he was so against having hope.
“What are you worried about?” Keil asked.
“I hate Cade. Cade stole his soul, murdered my parents, and beat Ryker to death.”
“Actually, not to death, I am very much alive,” Ryker added, and I glared at him.
“You would have died,” Keil added to Ryker before motioning for me to continue.
“There has to be a better way. These memories, can't you get them out of me?” I
looked over at Keil.
“I have no way to extract them. You have to learn to access them, and that could take months of soul-training, Emma.” I heard a huff from Ryker and chose to ignore him.
“What would Shad think if I befriended his enemy? My enemy?”
“He won't stop loving you, Emma,” Keil said softly.
“What?” I asked.
“It is accurate that he is annoying and doesn’t give up,” Ryker shrugged, aware of Shad's feelings, it seemed.
“So I need to try and seduce the enemy?”
