10-14-2020, 02:35 AM
The words blurred on the page.
He couldn’t believe it. His brother jumped from a bridge. Dead. Andreu was dead by his own hand. Lept from a bridge. Drowned in the waters below. How. Why. What.
He just read the letter over and over again with each reread hoping the meaning changed. That buried deep in the script was a code meant for discovery.
And the signature at the bottom. Her name. She wrote it. But she wasn’t the witness. She told him before someone else did. Before the news reached through the board and meant to shove him around at the hand of a greater player. To use it against him.
Heat rimmed his eyes. A tightness squeezed his chest to pulp. When he looked up, the face of the Aes Sedai was porcelain concern. Did she know the contents? Was she the witness come to tie her strings? Had she read it?
He filled himself with saidin. She couldn’t have known he had but for reading the shadow that fluttered his face. When he stepped forward, she didn’t flinch, but there neither did he miss the sharp intake of her breath and the flare of her pupils.
Before accusations could spill forth, she interrupted with a question that halted him in his tracks.
“Is it from Nythadri Sedai?” she asked.
He blinked as if he hadn’t heard correctly.
Sedai?
Any plans that meant to wring the truth from her disintegrated with speaking her name.
He gripped the letter to a crumple in his palm and ran through a gateway that sliced the air bright behind him.
After he left, the Sister settled her wits about her, except for a slim smile that none was there to behold.
He couldn’t believe it. His brother jumped from a bridge. Dead. Andreu was dead by his own hand. Lept from a bridge. Drowned in the waters below. How. Why. What.
He just read the letter over and over again with each reread hoping the meaning changed. That buried deep in the script was a code meant for discovery.
And the signature at the bottom. Her name. She wrote it. But she wasn’t the witness. She told him before someone else did. Before the news reached through the board and meant to shove him around at the hand of a greater player. To use it against him.
Heat rimmed his eyes. A tightness squeezed his chest to pulp. When he looked up, the face of the Aes Sedai was porcelain concern. Did she know the contents? Was she the witness come to tie her strings? Had she read it?
He filled himself with saidin. She couldn’t have known he had but for reading the shadow that fluttered his face. When he stepped forward, she didn’t flinch, but there neither did he miss the sharp intake of her breath and the flare of her pupils.
Before accusations could spill forth, she interrupted with a question that halted him in his tracks.
“Is it from Nythadri Sedai?” she asked.
He blinked as if he hadn’t heard correctly.
Sedai?
Any plans that meant to wring the truth from her disintegrated with speaking her name.
He gripped the letter to a crumple in his palm and ran through a gateway that sliced the air bright behind him.
After he left, the Sister settled her wits about her, except for a slim smile that none was there to behold.
Only darkness shows you the light.