Chapter 261: I am Fate
Thunder filled the sky. Lightning flashed. The wind howled.
A silver eagle glided on the turbulent flow of air. Silvera’s bond with it helped steer it without much effort.
"The weather did change out of nowhere."
She grinned as she avoided the lightning strikes.
"It’s like the Altar foretold. Make haste. Waste less time admiring the mortal grounds. We need to reach the ruins on time."
"I know. We will be in time," Silvera eyed her companion and sighed. The Altar partnered her with this young Templar – the youngest ever she was told – when she returned to the High Temple. The girl was diligent. Almost too much if you asked Silvera. She stuck to the rules. And she hated being late. Silvera would like to believe, like a younger version of her. But she would be lying. She never followed rules and the one time she was on time, her old teacher nearly died of shock.
She loved to be back in the little temple in that little town. At least, she could do as she wished there. The near-infinite number of rules inside the High Temple suffocated her. But she couldn’t leave. Not until her partner completed her quote of mandatory tasks. Come to think of it, this would be the last one. Spurred by the possibility of leaving the High Temple, Silvera put some haste in her mount.
The sooner they received her and returned, the sooner she could fly away from that nest.
’Let’s soar, Soran.’
Soran whistled and spread his wings even more. They pierced through the winds.
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