The Warrior (The Rebellion) (9 page)

E P I L O G U E

A Light

The white crack of light never wavered. It remained still, completely motionless against the oppressive darkness that loomed around it. Even so, the light failed to illuminate even a single inch of the black room.

His eyes never left that light. Its image would float before him every time he closed his eyes. Upon first awaking, he had tried to glance around the room. When he did though, the bleakness of the domineering shadows pierced his heart, and his eyes once again searched violently for the sliver of light—heart pounding at the very thought of its demise.

Then it changed. He wrenched with all his strength against the chains that held him to the wall as the light halved in length. A bellow sounded from deep inside his chest, and panic began to worm its way to the surface of his countenance.

Then the most beautiful thing he had ever witnessed happened. The light, which had before been so diminutive, suddenly exploded in size, and cascaded into the room. He closed his eyes against this onslaught, and his heart beat faster with happiness and anticipation.

Then it stopped. The door closed
, and he was left with the same sliver of light. But something was different this time. Someone else was in the room.

“Who’s there?” His own voice sounded foreign to him, more gravely.

“Do you remember?” A silky voice answered back.

“Remember what?”

“If you remembered you would know.
”

                            He thought hard, trying to recall even the slightest thing, “I don’t remember anything. Just here.”

“And where is here?” The voice asked.

He
shrugged, “I haven’t the slightest.”

“Good,” The voice purred.

The rustling of clothing and he quickly realized the voice was going to leave.

“Wait!” He shouted hoarsely, “Who am I?”

The rustling stopped and the voice answered, “Good question. Lets just call you Barst.”

With that, the door briefly opened flooding Barst with light. The door slammed shut, and Barst was left to himself, starring at the thin sliver of light that penetrated the gloom, his mind already forgetting the conversation that had just happened.

The End

Will be continued in the sequel
The Smith