Sword Of The Gods: The Chosen One - Plot & Excerpts
"May you never know hunger or thirst again," Ninsianna chanted in a sing-song voice. "And may the goddess always grant your spirit pleasant dreams." She poured the first bowlful onto the head of the cairn marking the grave, then moved on to the next one to repeat the ceremony until she got to the seventh one. Chills ran up her spine as she felt the dead touch her. Revulsion. Their hands were wispy and insubstantial. Somebody with unresolved issues, pleading with her to give them a voice. Although she could sense the disruption they made in the flow of the dreamtime by lingering here, she'd never been able to understand what they asked. She'd always hated death rituals for this reason. Despite all of her talents, she'd never been able to communicate with the dead. "Papa?" Her voice came out as a fearful squeak. "It's just Ashusikildigir," Papa whispered. "Worried who will take care of her children. You must ask someone to step forward and swear the death oath that they'll care for them, and then she will cross over." Ashusikildigir had been unfortunate enough to live in one of the newer houses built outside outer ring. They had gathered the archers and banged upon the doors to rally the warriors, but by the time they'd gotten to the gates, the Halifians had already raided the houses built outside their village. While privacy was nice, it was also an open invitation to raiders. The Halifians had tried to kidnap Ashusikildigar's two daughters. She and her husband had died protecting them. The daughters stood now at their parents grave, sobbing. One was eleven, the other nine.
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