This is Book 3 in the 5 part series, The Two Moons of Rehnor
In Book 3 of the series The Two Moons of Rehnor, Senya and Katie have settled into a somewhat normal life. It does not last long though as Senya is plagued by a strange and debilitating blood condition brought on by the task he has been sent to Rozari to complete. In a moment of weakness, he is captured by his nemesis and uncle, Prince Akan. Commander Katie and the crew of the Starship Discovery fight to save him, eliminating Akan as a threat, and leaving Senya’s path to the throne clear. Now Katie must learn to live within the restricted rules of the Rehnorian Court or escape back to the stars for her last chance of freedom. There is other evil in the galaxy though and for their own safety, neither Senya nor Katie may have a choice.
Excerpt
It smelled of decay and the air was thick with the dust. There were no droppings of any sort, just tiny skeletal remains of insects scattered about. The windows and doors were long gone but the lamp was still there swinging above the altar on a rusted chain. He approached the altar and the lamp cautiously, his bare feet disturbing that which had been untouched for ten millenniums, kicking it up into clouds behind him. Then he turned and surveyed the cathedral, hearing the songs of the ancient people who had worshipped here, who had celebrated their lives and rituals here. He heard the whispered voices of those who had died here too, their bodies and bones vaporized, their molecules joining together in the dust.
He knelt down before the altar and he prayed. This was a tremendous task. This was more than anything he had done before. His resolution faltered.
“I don’t want to,” he said aloud. “I don’t want to do this!”
“You must,” a voice said. “This is why you are here.”
“This is your mission,” another voice added. “This is why you are as you are.”
“You have become too attached to your mortal being,” a third chastised him. “You have forgotten.”
“I haven’t!” Senya protested. “I know, I remember. I want…”
Senya felt the warmth of his companions surrounding him and filling him with their light and their strength. His body surged with the power they bestowed upon him. He would accomplish the tasks that he had been set down to achieve. He would do as he had been bid. He would not want nor would he ask again for his freedom. All would be as it should be. He prostrated himself beneath the lamp and begged forgiveness for his selfishness.
“Goodbye, brother,” the voices called and disappeared into the oblivion.
Senya rose slowly to his feet and dusted himself off. He would start here. He scanned the decrepit ruins of the building once again and then raised his hands. He willed the dust to form into the stained glass panes that had once filled this room with multi-colored light. He willed water to rain down upon the walls and floors and wash away the remnants of insects and cobwebs and to polish the floors until the smooth granite stones glowed with lustre. He willed the holes in the roof to close and clay tiles to form in the ridges where they had gone missing. Lastly, he willed the sacred lamp to shine again and he called upon the flame within it to burn forever more. When that was accomplished, he held up his wrist and brought forth his knife to consecrate the sacred Temple with his blood. His cell rang, interrupting him. He sent the knife away and reached in his back pocket for his phone.
“Hi!” his wife’s voice called. “Where are you? Are you still at the office?”
“No,” he replied softly.
“Ok. Are you coming home soon? I’m leaving the Landbase right now. I was just wondering what you felt like for dinner. Shall I pick up something or do you want to go out?”
“I don’t want to go out,” he whispered, leaving the cathedral. “I want to stay home.”
“Ok, I guess I’ll figure out something. Why are you whispering? Did I interrupt a meeting?”
“No. My meeting is over,” he replied, swinging shut and then locking the newly created door. “I will come home now too.”
“Good,” she said. “I’ve missed you all day. Love you!”
“I love you,” Senya replied as the call disconnected. He held the cell in the palm of his hand for a moment, as he turned back to the Temple which glowed in the twilight of the coming evening. He could feel the warmth of the sun reflecting off the newly clean granite walls. He would consecrate it another time. His brothers were right, he was too attached to his mortal being. He was too happy in this life, too in love with his wife. Though he said he would not want, he still did.
“Let me be free,” he whispered. “If only for a little while, please let me be free.”
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