A tear slid down my face and onto the picture of the Denai holding the baby. I wiped it away before it could ruin the ink, but not before the wetness created a faint outline of wings behind the Denai. I stared at it until it faded away.
I was wrong about the Denai. I never understood them until now. I blacklisted them and thought that they were evil beings only to realize that they were the ones that were the protectors of the human race. I thought about the proud race and how much they gave up trying to live among humans for it to only lead to their downfall. I understood why the Queens wanted to protect the race that saved the country. The Denai could have taken control of Avellgard, but instead they gave it back to the people.
The Denai today are nothing but a faint echo of what the Denai were at one time in all of their glory and beauty. Syrani’s earlier statements about bloodlines made sense. It made me wonder what blood ran through my veins and what I was now. For I couldn’t possibly be human anymore and I wasn’t Denai; so what else did that leave? Something inhuman?
My body gave a shudder at the thought of the Raven and his experiments. The numerous serums and colored vials of potions he injected me with. I remember screaming for hours at the pain, and feeling as if my insides were turning out. Maybe Breah was right. Maybe I was a monster.
Sighing in frustration I closed the book and put it on my shelf, reminding myself to thank the professor for it. I had no sooner closed and latched the window when a huge raven smashed into the glass with a loud thud, making me jump. The bird was huge, at least three times larger than a normal raven. My heart pumped in fear as it kept trying to force itself into the window, pecking, cawing and scratching at the glass.
Pressing myself against the bookshelf, I watched in horror as it bashed itself until it was a bloody mess, cracking the glass. The bird’s eyes looked dead and glassed over. It finally flew away cawing and screeching.
I thanked the stars that I wasn’t sitting in the window seat any longer, if that had happened ten seconds earlier, I would have been seriously injured. I knew it had to be coincidence that I was thinking about the Raven and his experiments, and then a few moments later one flew into my window. But coincidence or not, I didn’t want to stay in my room because I felt a little spooked sitting here alone.
Jumping up, I grabbed my cloak and headed down the nearest stairwell to freedom. Breathing a sigh of relief as I felt the fresh air hit my face, I made my way toward the stables. Over the past weeks, I had made many trips here to spend time with the horses. The stable master had grown used to my presence and would often hand me a curry comb or a pick on my way in, knowing that I would put both to use as I was not one to sit idle. I smiled in greeting when I saw Stable Master Grese.
“See if you can do anything with that new one?” Master Grese said. “He’s not letting anyone near him. We may have to get rid of him.”
I nodded in answer. Making my way over to the newcomer horse, I verbally introduced myself and slowly stuck my hand over the stall near his nostrils. I had learned this was the easiest way to get him used to my scent. The horse was at least 16 hands tall and was so dirty with mud it was impossible to tell his true coat color.
The horse tried to bite my hand and I pulled it back quickly. Nickering and flicking his head, he stomped in impatience.
“Wherever did you find this one?” I called to Master Grese.
“Strangest thing I ever saw, I found him standing outside the main gate as if he was waiting to be let inside. Put up a fight when we tried to approach him, but he wouldn’t leave the vicinity of the gate. Only took five of us to rope and bring him in, and we haven’t been able to touch him since.” Master Grese came over and shook his head. “He’s got such spirit. I would hate to break it.”
“What are you calling him?” I asked.