was
appalled that she had been forced into such close contact with
Gryffon and - that girl - and worse still, that she had been
duped into working for the bastard King once more. She was not a
little put out by Devon’s keeping that particular secret from
her.
He claimed that he had been told by the King
that mentioning it while she was in her healing state could send
her over the edge, but this excuse only revealed to her that he had
also been in contact with the King. And what the two of them had
discussed while she was unaware made Jezebel both curious and
angry. Granted Devon had not been there the night that - that the
unspeakable had happened - but he still should have been aware of
what her feelings would be about returning to duties under that
usurpers control.
She had barred Devon from her bed since
regaining her powers. She told herself that it was because it was
no longer necessary as she had already healed completely and no
longer wanted such a needless distraction. Deep down, though she
would never admit it even to herself, she was warring with emotions
of hurt and betrayal as well as the unexplained feeling she got
every time she talked to him…like she missed him, even when
he was right there in front of her. Right within
reach… Jezebel slammed the letter opener she’d been holding into
the desk, stabbing a large hole in the parchment there.
She let out a sharp breath and pried it out,
picking up the letter and rereading it for the umpteenth time. It
was from her father, written before his death and intercepted from
being delivered to her at the palace in Endlyfta by one of Devon’s
new contacts. Its contents were mystifying.
Jezebel,
I realize that we haven’t always seen eye to
eye on matters, and lately more than ever. But you must understand
that there is more going on than you have imagined. I am part of a
secret society called the Order which has been shaping mankind’s
history for generations.
There are books out there whose pages
contain unimaginable power. Some of these books are held by members
of the Order, their secrets guarded with our lives, but others have
yet to be discovered, especially those thought to be in Treymayne.
These books also speak of a Bloodstone, through which the power of
the gods is obtainable. But I have learned that it is truly the
source of the Bloodstone’s strength that holds the real power, and
if you find where this secret place is, you would be
unstoppable.
I have had many unfortunate occurrences
lately, one of which I believe may spell my doom. As my fortune
teller likes to say ‘I cannot escape my fate’. But you, however,
may live to carry on our family’s legacy. Find the Bloodstone’s
source, find these hidden books and use the knowledge within them.
The name Alamanni will not be forgotten.
Take this emblem. It holds the key to
finding all that has been lost. I have researched it for years, but
to no avail. I am sure that you will unlock its mysteries and
succeed where I have failed.
Good luck.
Best,
Karl
Jezebel picked up the circular emblem and
held it in her palm. It wasn’t much to look at, but it must have
been very important for her father to have sent someone across two
countries to get it to her. It was just like him to keep something
this big from her while he was alive and then give her only the
tiniest of hints about it when he knew he would soon be dead and
could no longer give her any more information. The fact that he
knew he was going to be killed surprised her, along with the
revelation that he had also been in the Order - though it was some
consolation that by his wording he must not have realized that she
was too. She wondered if the Order had been involved in his death.
It hardly mattered now, the emblem was much more interesting. She
drew her index finger along the outline of her lips and pondered
its meaning.
It was a round, two-sided disk of metal with
a dragon imprinted on one side