The Claiming of the Children (The Veil of Death) Read Online Free PDF

are no energies at Thalia’s disposal that can protect the mortal body from within!”
    “Eurynome,” Zeus embraced her into his arms. “We will find a way,” he whispered. “We will find a way to release them all from their attachment to the Earth.”
     
    ∞
     
    Euphrosyne stood within a large room and faced a large group of people who appeared to be transfixed by what she was saying.
    Her hair was cut very short and no longer cascaded down the length of her back.
    “No matter,” Eurynome said, “strength for our daughter lies not within the length of the hair.”
    “The mortals call her ‘Faith’.” Zeus said and realised why that was. “It seems that our daughter is a messenger for the ghosts of the humans. She brings comfort to the ghosts and the mortals_.”
    Zeus stopped talking.
    Eurynome had gasping aloud.
    “What is it?” he asked.
    “Look at what our daughter has been using her abilities for…” and Eurynome pointed down to what awaited within the shadows of Euphrosyne’s mind.
    “Our daughter has used her abilities so that she can contain the many voices of the ghosts as they speak to her. But look how Madness hovers… waiting to claim her Sanity as soon as her abilities equal that of a mortal’s_.”
    “What is that?” Zeus interrupted her and pointed to the mortal woman sat in the front row, facing their daughter.
    Eurynome looked at the tiny thread that had a dark inky blue and crimson liquid pulsating through it before searching the room - expecting to see more of these species - but there was only the one.
    Then as quickly as the thread appeared - it disappeared into the woman. “What species is permitted to journey within the living?”
    “None.” Zeus replied and looking to his daughter he realised that it was only the Human Ghosts who communicated with Euphrosyne and sharing his thoughts aloud said. “Whatever species it was, it did not communicate with our daughter.”
    Eurynome, wanting to understand what the creature was, wove her senses into the woman’s breathing pattern but all so quickly, her senses came screaming back out before they were consumed within a substance as thick as tar.
    “What is it?” Zeus asked.
    “I smelt the essence of Hera.” Eurynome said. “And I also smelt stardust.”
    She stared into Zeus’s eyes of sky blues, whites and greys that mirrored thunder and lightning.
    “Hera…” he frowned, “but she is empty? Emptiness has no scent.”
    “Zeus.” Eurynome interjected, “Hera is not empty.”
    As they held the eye contact of the other, realisation flashed within their eyes at what they had done by casting Hera into the Void of Emptiness with particles of stardust.
    “We have created a monster…” Zeus faltered.
    “… and unleashed it onto the Earth.” Eurynome finished Zeus’s sentence for him.”
    He continued to stare into Eurynome’s eyes and when the colours shifted into symbols, he caught the meaning of the message hidden within their depths.
    “Yes.” Zeus muttered and he moulded the small silver cup into the shape of a small silver ball before handing it over to her.
    He watched quietly as Eurynome etched a warning:
     
    Choose wisely the vessel that protects the existence of our Self.
    It is that that protects the memory of it,
    When it is lost in what we become.
     
    And when she had finished, Zeus embraced her within his arms. “Until then,” he simply said and stepped back.
    Eurynome transformed herself into echoes and settled within the small silver ball to join the stardust of the children. She cast into Zeus’s mind; let it be written that I am ‘The Protector of Memories’.
     
    ∞
     
    Zeus clasped tight the small silver ball and journeyed out of the Universe and as he approached Earth’s atmosphere, he transformed into a Golden Eagle.
    His beak was scorched bright yellow.
    His body felt as if it had plunged into the element of water and not that of air and the feathers ruffled out of control and