seymoure | "Heart of the Crown" Chapter 70

Chapter 70

Confluence

The room was dark. It was not coal black, but there was a loss of facial features, and little color made itself prominent.

Cela of Tar looked about the place, first noting that the floor was uneven and, albeit hard, was composed of dirt. The dirt was not dusty, but neither was it muddy.

Robez was instantly aware of his adversary. He was also cognizant of the presence of a number of others who might be her allies.

Hawk was busy inspecting the walls, and while finding them substantial, was more taken by the fact that none of them was interrupted by anything so insignificant as a window or doorway.

Sandor held the child as he leaned against the intertwined dragons. He was aware that the only light in the room came from the slight flames sparking from the nostrils of Morgana and her mate.

Count Gerathio leaned quietly against the wall, trying to be as invisible as possible. He was conscious of the reality that he had no one in this room that he could consider a friend. His jaw tightened as he considered what he could have done to have himself included in this grouping, and who he would have to convince that he did not belong here.

Slip had moved to Smiga, and the two were standing close, brothers in not belonging.

It was not long until the comrades, along with the Zazzcat, had moved to the center of the room, with the Count solitarily standing on one side of them and Robez positioned in a corner on the other side.

Each dragon seemed not to notice anyone being present but the other of his or her kind.

Just as Hawk was about to say something about the situation . . . the room was vacant again.

There was not a sound to be heard nor a person present to hear it.

That was when the Onyx Man, watching from miles away on his crystal tapestry, stood and smiled.

“It is about to begin,” he mused.

Then he, too, was gone.