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The WeatherMaker Hearts Desire By Lady Lilium Characters: 4532

Updated: 2018-07-11 12:02


The old man was dead.

'Care to fill in the gaps?' Carrot said to Tristan.

Tristan sighed reluctantly.

'My mother is a Weather Maker. Both my parents since the day they met have been infatuated with each other; they loved each other dearly, and would go to the ends of the earth for the other. But one day my mother….something happened to her. I don't know what, but she fell into a coma. She just…' he shrugged, 'collapsed one day, and has never woken since. That was over thirty years ago. Now she sleeps in a great hall. My father believes that because she is a Weather Maker, only another Weather Maker can save her, and make her the way she was before.'

'Why?' Farrell asked.

Tristan shrugged.

'There is no reason for him to believe what he believes. He is a powerful man driven to madness by grief. His wife…my mother…means the world to him, and he will do anything he can to save her. But he doesn't know how, so has decided….that the Weather Makers do know how to save her.'

'That is why he's been kidnapping them' Arlen spoke slowly. 'That is why Amaia…..' he broke off. 'What happens to the Weather Makers that are taken?'

'I don't know' Tristan said. 'I saved Amaia before he could take her, and kept her safe for as long as I could. I don't know what he does with them.'

'You know' Woodworm said, 'you could have just told us rather than bring us all this way.'

'And what better evidence than what you see before you, what you see with your own eyes. If I hadn't brought you here, you would have been less inclined to believe my words.'

'So the woman who was taken from this village' Shawn asked the prince, 'was a Weather Maker?'

Tristan gave a slow nod. 'Yes.'

'How did you know this place would be attacked?' Flute Stick asked him.

'Because…' Tristan answered, 'the king is my father. I know much of what he does.'

'And you didn't do anything to stop it?' Annabel asked.

Tristan gave her a sceptical look. 'He is the king' Tristan said firmly to her, sounding slightly irritated. 'What could I have done?'

Annabel pursed her lips. She bowed her head.

'Poor child' she said sadly to the baby, who was quiet now. 'What should we do with her?'

'We should just kill it' Woodworm said.

'Why are yo

u such an asshole?' Flute Stick asked him.

'I know why' Annabel spoke up before Woodworm could reply. 'It's because you're heartbroken.'

The strange statement, so out of place, made all of them fall silent.

'Is it because she died?' Annabel asked, striking out at a guess. 'The woman you loved?'

Woodworm narrowed his eyes.

'She didn't die' he replied in a flat tone. 'She left me for another man.'

'Amazing' Arlen said to Annabel. 'How could you tell?'

'I could tell' Annabel replied simply. 'My brother was left heartbroken years ago when his wife died in childbirth. He was not the same after that. He died shortly after……. The grief was too much for him to bear. He took his own life.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Time has a way of numbing the pain' Annabel answered, not looking at him.

'You're wasting our time' Farrell said to the prince. 'We should be looking for Amaia.'

'Amaia has been missing for years' Tristan replied, 'for you at least. You can do little more time wasting than you've already done.'

'So what do we do to get her back?' Arlen asked Tristan, ignoring Farrell who ground his teeth in anger at the prince.

'My father is kidnapping Weather Makers all across the kingdom. The only way to stop him, is to stand against my father….in war.'

'Oh gods' Shawn said, slapping himself in the face. 'That is what Danior said in the beginning. Do you remember? He was right all along. He said our path would lead to war.'

'So how should we proceed?' Farrell asked.

'Well' Tristan began. 'I am only the thirteenth son. I am not as good as I could be.' He raised his head. 'We need to recruit men, an army….it will take some time. My father is a resourceful man obviously, being the king. We need an army large enough to stand a chance against his. We have to defeat him, and find Amaia as fast as possible.' He glanced down at the old man deceased at his feet. 'But first' he said turning to Annabel who held the baby, 'we need to find a new mother for this child, someone who will care for her.'

Arlen balled his fists, feeling a flurry of strange and mixed emotions within him.

'I feel in a way that we are closer now' he said to the air. 'I think that we might just stand a chance, even against the king.'

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