The Calling (Book 7 of The Blood & Brotherhood Saga) (The Blood and Brotherhood Saga) Read Online Free PDF Page B

what, precisely, has gotten into you?”
    “I’ve decided to change.”
    “Is that so? And how to you propose to do that?” Sara raised an eyebrow.
    “These last weeks have been filled with hurt and pain, but those things do not define who I am no matter how much Ishanya wants it to. They do not make me, they only make me stronger. I have been through more than any other mortal man can say. I have died, and I have been returned. With such a gift as a second chance, who am I to focus on all the negative that has happened when so much good has happened too? I have you. I have Borrik. I still have my brother, only he doesn’t exactly want to see me right now. Sure, I’ve made mistakes, but who hasn’t? How can I punish myself for doing the things I was forced into doing?”
    “I don’t know,” Sara answered, unsure if he was actually expecting her to.
    “I can’t. I see now that bad things will happen, especially knowing that it is the will of the gods to kill all of us. But good can and does happen too. From now on I will do my best to deal with the bad but focus on the good.”
    “I like the sound of that. So what are you focusing on right now?”
    “You and only you, Love. Well, I have to confess that it is difficult with the barmaid’s bosom bouncing out the bottom of her shirt. You must admit, she has a lot to offer.”
    “You are something else, and I would bet that it has been offered to just about everyone here.”
    “Something else, indeed. Now all I need to discover is what.”
    “What do you mean?” Sara asked, her curiosity piqued.
    “From shortly after discovering my abilities, I began to study the auras of those around me. Yours. Borrik’s. Everyone’s. They are all similar but different. It took time and sadly some experiments to begin to sort it out, but I began to recognized things within our auras. I can disassemble them and put them back together. I can mix two or more together, and all the while I have studied the results and never have I seen the same as I do when looking at my own aura.”
    “How are you different?”
    “For all my pieces, I cannot tell. They are all there. Everything is like nearly any other human besides my own alterations, but in me, the different pieces interact differently. In me they work together just like they do in you, only in myself they operate backwards,” Seth admitted.
    “What do you think that means?”
    “I’m not sure, but I intend to find out.”
    “How?”
    “Study more. Look deeper. Find out why those who are blessed can be and why those who aren’t can’t. We’ve both read the scrolls and books that tell of us being pre-selected before birth by a god to carry their blessing. We know that it is up to us to seek out that god and give our allegiance in order to become blessed.”
    “Yeah, but what does that tell you?”
    “I didn’t have to seek out the god. She came to me. I am different. More about me is a mystery than anyone knows.”
    “Okay, but how does that help?”
    “It means that I’ve been looking for answers in the wrong places. They are here, within me. I need to discover why I am different. The answers have to be here.”
    “And that’s why you want to settle in?”
    “That’s part of the reason, the other…”
    “Excuse me, master?” a woman’s voice interrupted.
    “Seth,” he replied, having been cut short. “And this is my lovely wife, Sara.”
    “Good evening to the both of you. My name is Tricia, and I am the owner of the Hen and Den.”
    Sara looked the girl over. She was a small, delicate sort of thing. The type of woman who probably cried when she broke a nail or got a splinter. With a slender frame and no muscle tone to speak of, the woman barely stood five foot tall with ashy looking blonde hair that was braided from atop her head down to her waist. She was not unattractive, in a sort of plain, innocent way, but Sara turned her attention elsewhere lest she be tempted to bite the woman.
    “My woman