It was unreal, the way the dusting of snowflakes sparkled in the sunlight around his mother's black hair like a golden halo with orbs of gold. She looked for all Markos's imagination like the goddesses he'd met in his journey. The power that poured off her was restrained in a way he didn't understand.
She was fighting just now with a handicap? Why?
His brows furrowed as he wiped the sweat from is brow.
Still, I just do not understand…
He had agreed to move forward to face what was to come but his thoughts returned to the matter of his birth.
How could a woman this powerful be force to do anything against her will? Was that story just a cover to protect me?
As if she read his thoughts, his mother met his gaze with a patient smile. "Come ask your question. We have a moment to recover before we need to ride north toward the cavern again."
