This final installment includes an Emerald Seer short story and is the longest of all the Emerald Seer books. To that END, I am unveiling the prologue.
Prologue – The tragedy
of Morrigan
His hands roved over her bare flesh with such
familiarity. His lips found her neck
sending shivers down her spine. Long
black hair fell in his face and hid his piercing eyes from her. She brushed the hair away and stared into
them, the swirling greenish-blue. He was
beautiful.
“Morrigan.” His voice came out breathless followed by a
guttural moan as she ran her nails up his back and over his shoulder blades. She pressed into him with the length of her
naked form wrapping a leg around his waist in an effort to pull him deeper. They moved in rhythm as he pressed deeper,
holding her hips and thrusting harder until she screamed his name. He groaned deep in his chest and collapsed on
top of her, tracing kisses along her jawline.
“You are divine.” His whisper
tickled her earlobe and she laughed lightly.
Sliding out from beneath him, Morrigan pulled her robe from the floor
and covered herself.
A soft breeze rippled in through the cave’s only
entrance. Like many of their kin,
Morrigan loved the cool recesses of this world’s caves. There was much to be seen in their crevices
and hidden pools while affording them protection and privacy. Especially now that she had taken a
lover. Morrigan looked over her shoulder
at her lover, one of the finest of her kind.
He loved her. He chose her.
“We chose each other, Morrigan.” His arms wrapped casually around her waist and
he laid a head on her shoulder. “What
shall we do this day? What realm shall
we travel to?”
“Let us stay here. I
wish to watch the growing of the world.”
Morrigan sighed as she looked out through the entrance to the vast
flatlands that would soon become so much more.
“I do not care to see this world any longer, Morrigan. Let us go.”
He tugged at her playfully but his voice betrayed him.
“I am not leaving today.”
Morrigan turned to face her lover.
“I will not be leaving for several months.”
He looked at her, confusion etched in his features. “But why?”
“I am with child.” Morrigan
grinned, waiting for her lover to mirror her own joy. He did not.
“It is not possible.”
He backed away from her, his facing changing.
“But it is.”
Morrigan’s heart sank. “We are
fortunate. She will be born to this
world with a purpose.”
“No. It is not
possible.” He backpedaled to the
entrance of the cave. “I cannot have a
child. How could you do this to me?”
Morrigan frowned.
Tears burned at her eyes. “What
are you saying?”
“I am leaving. Get
rid of the child and I may return. I
cannot be a father.” His eyes were cold,
his tone cruel and he spun away from her to disappear into nothingness.
Morrigan fell to the floor, the chill of the smooth stones
seeping into her frame. He was
gone. How would she choose? Was there even a choice?
“There is always a choice.”
The voice emerged from the small, clear pool at the back of her
cave. It was followed by a tall, thin
male with glowing sapphire eyes and shimmering, almost iridescent skin
stretched taut over flawless bone structure.
“The Tuatha De have sent me forth with a proposition for you.”
Morrigan wiped at her eyes, “Yes, my lord.”
“We wish to alter your purpose, Morrigan.” The male moved toward her and offered his
hand to help her up. “I am known as the
Angel of Death to your people and I wish to tap you as my Priestess in this
realm. Your child shall be raised here
and given a destiny to fulfill. She will
be instrumental in many things that must come to pass in this realm. Do you accept?”
“What happens if I follow him instead?” Morrigan thought she knew the answer but
wanted to know for sure.
“His choice has been made.
He allowed something in, something that gnaws away at his beauty from
within, something that darkens his true purpose. Either
way he will go down a destructive road.
That cannot be helped now.” A
frown crept across the beautiful male’s face.
“If you follow him, your light will be extinguished as well as your
child’s.”
“Then there really is no choice, is there?” Morrigan sighed hopelessly.
“There is always a choice.
It is just a matter of your desired outcome.” The male looked toward the entrance of the
cave, “He is returning. I will return
for your answer.” Her visitor fell back
into the shadows as her lover appeared at the mouth of the cave.
“Morrigan?” He was
wet. His long hair dripped as it hung
against his still bare chest. “I – I’m
sorry.” He walked toward her, hands outstretched
and pulled her into his arms. His chest
was cold and wet as though he’d been in the rain. “Please just come with me. Let us forget about this for a while.”
“No. I do not think
so.” Morrigan withdrew and met her
lover’s eye, seeking the truth. Was
there really a darkness in him? She
stared into his eyes, the pools of turquoise and sea foam. There it was.
In the center of his pupil Morrigan saw the small red dot whirling
against the stillness. The mark of true
darkness. She gasped and backed further
away.
“Why do you recoil?”
He reached out to her again.
“You must leave. I am
having this child.” Morrigan turned from
him but did not get far. His hands
snaked out and grabbed her wrists. He
turned her to face him, eyes blazing with fury.
Before she could react, he dealt a staggering blow to her right cheek
and threw her onto the bed.
“You do not leave me.
Nobody leaves me.” He appeared
possessed. The small red dot overtook
his entire pupil and was multiplying as he beat her. Everything went blurry and the last thing
Morrigan saw was a pair of blood red eyes glaring at her.
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