And Earoni took pity on the Archeons, foul and cruel beasts of ancient origin. Taking ten of their kind, she molded their bodies into a majestic male and glorious female of each of the five races of Dragonkind and sent them forth to leave behind their brutal cousins for all eternity.
- Legends 23:4
Sheala thumbed through one of the many, newly sorted books Reane kept on the shelves in her cabin. She peeked around the corner into the adjacent berth where Reane was still asleep. Choosing not to disturb her, Sheala continued her mindless browsing.
Reane scared her sometimes, Sheala admitted that to her herself. She could never fully understand what Reane was capable of. Sheala thought that perhaps Reane tested the boundaries of her powers far too often and without enough caution. This time was no different.
Bored with the book in her hands, Sheala gently closed the red leather of its cover. The words upon it were written in some strange language that she could not read. She was only looking at the pictures that peppered some of the pages anyway. Sighing, she replaced the book precisely where she had found it.
Resigned to boredom, Sheala turned to stare out the windows in the back of the ship looking across the open sea. The pitching of the ship did not bother her anymore. She had quickly reaccustomed herself to the movement in the two days since they had fled Catersburg.
There were no signs of pursuit, and she breathed a sigh of relief for that.
She dropped into the swiveling chair behind Reane's private desk, which was held firm by a series of clamps and hooks. Like most everything else in her cabin. She pushed the chair forward and out of its latches so that it could move freely across the floor.
"Perhaps Hassen," Sheala thought out loud. She still resolved to convince Reane to drop her off in the Borderlands before sailing on to Fimmirra. "I've got a few contacts there. And it's outside of Hedric's control. The chair squeaked as she leaned back, kicking her feet up onto the desk.
"I'm not stopping in Hassen," Reane's voice caught her off guard. With guilty quickness, Sheala's feet dropped from the table to the floor. The thief turned to look at the visibly tired captain as she leaned in the doorway separating her berth from the rest of her cabin. "What do you have to fear anyway? Your uncle? I'm sure he'd be thrilled to see his niece again after all these years."
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Daughters of Fate Book 1Fantasy
One soul. Two lives. One destiny. Torn apart by the gods, twin sisters Sheala and Cassandra are each anointed by the Fates to end the war raging upon Geiha. The sisters, one of the light and one of the dark, find themselves on the opposite sides of...