Chapter 72: Parentage

Chapter 72: Parentage

Chapter 72

Parentage

One of Sylas' major headaches was resolvedhe knew how to stop the invasion and save the castle. But with the disappearance of one, another came strolling right inthe boy. He never left Sylas' side, and the kid's gaze followed his back coldly everywhere. At least, that was Sylas' impression after the first two hours they spent together. While the castle was celebrating yet another victory and collectively wondering whether their Price was a God among men, Sylas was trying to enjoy the silence and recollect his thoughts inside his room. Trying being the key word, and woefully failing due to the fact that the boy kept staring at him.

He never uttered a word, or even did anything, just stood a few paces away from Sylas and stared, as though the latter was some carnival attraction. Realizing he wouldnt be able to concentrate and do anything productive, Sylas sighed and turned to face the boy and his chilly eyes.

So, uh, are you hungry? he asked.

No.

Alright. Thirsty?

No.

Happy? Sad? Constipated? Are you anything?

You are not a Prophet, the boy said suddenly. All human Prophets are blind and rife with disease from the early age. Their Gift is a Curse. No human Prophet had lived past childhood and almost all ended their lives due to the visions of horror. So, if you are not a Prophet what are you?"

Sylas wasnt worried that his disguise had been seen through; by now, he had understood that nobody was quite certain what a Prophet was. Unlike the idea of it from back on Earth, here, it didnt seem to bother anyone that he never prayed, that he never chanted or preached or anything akin to that. All that mattered, it seemed, was that he could see the futureall his eccentric behaviors were simply explained away by him seeing the visions. At least, that was the case with people. Clearly, there were always those more knowledgeable around. Dont you know that its quite rude to ask someone who they are without introducing yourself first?

I am the Thrall of Frost, the boy replied candidly. Entrenched soul cast in chains of ice to forever bear its curse. I am dead yet living, ghostly yet corporeal. I have been roaming the Realm of the Living for fifteen hundred years now.

A Kingdom's Prince was a public figureas such, it wasn't easy getting rid of one without ringing alarms. If a Prince disappeared, the commotion would have been too large to ignore. Similarly, it was unwise to simply send the Prince somewhere and make it public knowledge as that was essentially declaring him a target for assassination. It had to be subtle and extremely vague, a story coated in seemingly normal behavior yet with strange interludes and conclusions.

Why did the King spare Valen? Though he heard the Prince talk about the King quite a few times, Sylas never got the impression that the two were ever particularly close or that the King favored him over his other sons. If anything, even Valen implied that he was surprised that his Father pardoned him and sent him away safely.

The entire story was slowly, but surely, falling apart. And Sylas nearly beat his head against the stone wall for not seeing it before. He was too quick to relegate it to simply being a tale of factions, a bias from his knowledge back on Earth no doubt, and didnt look into it any further.

Are you alright? You started mumbling to yourself. Are you trying to convince me you were having a vision?

"Yatan, did you ever see him yourself?" Sylas asked.

No. Why?

His descriptiondoes it in any way resemble Valen?

Humans are all the same to me, the boy said. Only the eyes are distinct. And those are, undoubtedly, his.

"Then, would all children who descended from Yatan inherit his eyes?"

No, the boy shook his head firmly. I have heard the Preachers numb our senses with the story, to convince us wed never have to face those eyes againthe eyes are only awakened when another, equally strong bloodline interacts with the eyes. And even then, only one human child is ever bornwith the female of the species either immediately dying or becoming permanently dry.

Ah, motherfucking shit it all made sensekind of. Mildly. Possibly. His brothers and sisters Gifts were linked to their Fatherthe bearer of another fairly strong bloodline, something that Valen himself confirmed. But he was an anomalyjust like his Father. In both cases, it was likely that the two equally strong bloodlinesno, wait, its not a fucking bloodline, its just genesor, rather, two complementary genetic lines bearing a very specific, mutated genome converged into one, creating a very specific and beyond rare mutation.

At the very least, that was Sylas' non-magical explanation for it. For all he knew, however, it truly was in the 'blood', and by mixing different 'types of blood', a new, 'stronger blood' was formed. Though unlikely, since magic was involved anything was possible, really.

What was certain, however, was that Valen being in the north was not a coincidence-- that much Sylas could ascertain unquestionably. Another thing that was likely was that whoever was after Valens String, his gift, probably knew that there was something unique about it, even if they didnt know precisely what. I cant ask Valen about any of this since he probably knows fuck all about it, Sylas sighed, taking a sip of wine. But his return to the Capital would likely cause chaos beyond comprehension. Ill need to go back with Derrek after the Winter and try and meet the King myself and hear the full story.

Another line of inquiry openedas if Sylas wasnt already overwhelmed by the sheer amount of them. He was yet to even retrieve the Shard and see whether Valen could see anything nobody else did. Furthermore, he was still uncertain as to why the invasion happened much earlier than he was expecting it, even if he could project that it had something to do with Dyns death. The cult behind Dyn, the existence of the Well, and now Valens parentage couldnt you just have tossed me into some dog-eat-dog world or something? At least living there would have been simple