Naomi arrived with shortly afterwards, baby Alexa held in her arms. She looked more than a little nervous as she walked up to the table as we all watched. “Is something wrong?”
“Yes and no, dear.” The Frau was the first to reply. “Rusty was simply discussing whether or not our dearly departed friend Drake should have an opportunity to meet your precious Alexa. I reminded him, however, that there are some things where one must consult with the mother of a child prior to deciding.”
Naomi gave me a hard stare as she clutched Alexa closer to her bosom. The defiance in her eyes gave her answer without a single word being uttered.
I held up my hand. “Wait a minute. I never said I had agreed to anything yet, I was simply bringing the matter up for discussion. But, Naomi, since you are here, let me tell you the whole story.” I glanced sideways at the Frau. I saw her little sly smirk.
Naomi’s body language only softened slightly once she heard the entire proposition and was caught up on the discussion to date. Her words, however, shocked all of us.
“I think that this is an offer that we will have to take at some point.”
Everyone’s eyes opened wide, a few mouths dropped open.
She rocked the peacefully sleeping Alexa ever so gently, glanced down at her beautfiul face and then looked each of us in the eye before continuing on.
“In the time that I was...gone...I spent some time at the Tree that Rusty planted. It...spoke...to me. It told me to go down into the cave within its roots and that I should look into the reflecting pool within. When I did that, I saw so many things! The Tree told me that Alexa is more special than I could ever imagine. I saw and heard things I could not believe, that I didn’t want to believe were even possible...”
As she spoke, Naomi’s eyes glazed over, the pupils rolling up towards her forehead until only the whites of her showed. Her voice took on a huskier quality as she continued to speak.
“Amidst Despair and Discord, the Daughter of Death has come!
From Darkness she was born, Descendant of Slaves now seeming free.
Conceived from Greed and Deceit, the Daughter of Death has come!
Through her Dance and her Deeds, Empires fall and the Mighty flee.
“Stricken by Faith and Terror, the Daughter of Death has come!
To War turns the Old Guard, proclaiming loudly the false Victory.
Whilst Wind tears and Waters roar, the Daughter of Death has come!
Tho’ Fire and Shadow may strive, Hope or Peace has no guarantee.
“Riven by Doubt and Fear, the Daughter of Death has come!
Final Victory within his grasp, the Undying Hunter fails in Conceit.
As the Elder Scions gather in Malice, the Daughter of Death has come!
The Hunt begins anew, can the Unliving restore Hope to Humanity?”
Naomi sagged, her head slumping down to rest on Alexa before she came out of her trance. She sat up straight and shook her head. “I don’t know what just came over me.”
Ravyn and I looked at each other. I managed to spit out the words that she was thinking as well. “I’ve heard the first two verses before, T’tubah recited them in a very similar trance state in New Orleans, just before we rescued Alexa.” I left it unsaid that we also failed to save Naomi, who was killed by a very nasty troll-like creature just as we arrived.
Naomi looked curious as we spoke. “What verses?”
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