1,574Posted 2024-07-19; beta'd by Eeyorefan12
Having laid flat on the rooftop where he'd awoken some time ago, the man stood slowly. The unfamiliar aches in his body made him cautious, but he didn't want to lose sight of the two he was watching. He'd heard a little of what they'd said, first in Sabellian and then in English. Though surprised, he wasn't shocked. He'd listened to the elders' terrifying stories and knew well enough to stay away when the building on the hill lit like a beacon fire. While he'd kept to the far woods that circled the building as he hunted, he must have gotten too close. He grimaced, suppressing the strong swell of emotion as he thought of his wife and children waiting for him at home. Who would feed them now? Protect them?
He closed his eyes and shook his head, recalling again the near blinding flash of light and how he'd run. But not far enough. He scanned his surroundings, tasting the air. If the bitter and pungent odors weren't enough to convince him of his new location, the foreign constellations and single moon were. He'd been taken to Earth, and he knew exactly what—and who—had brought him here. She, at least, was from here. Had those who had paid him for her capture sent her home after all?
Clenching his crooked jaw, he stood watching the couple walk towards the distant road, memorizing their already familiar scents, committing to find them, and with them, his way home. And if he couldn't have that, he'd at least have his revenge.
- The End of Book One -
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