“What do you seek, child? I see your heart is troubled,” the shadowy figure asked.
“Father, I am conflicted within my heart. Our history with the monsters of blood, the day-walkers of old, tells us to beware, to call upon the ancients to protect us as we battle this evil.”
The figure nodded. “It is so, Child.”
“But with the utmost respect, Father, I have met one, and he is nothing as our ancestors have described. He is honest and true, trying to protect his tribe from the very evil we have battled against. I have seen it with my own eyes. How can I destroy what has saved my life?”
“He has tasted your blood?” The shadow recoiled at the thought.
“No! He fought an evil sorceress, his own mother, to save me and my friends. I would have died if they had not called upon the Piasa Bird to save me.”
“You speak of legends long dead, daughter. You were mistaken in your thoughts. The Piasa Bird is extinct.”
“No, Father, he lives. The last of his kind. Unique, just as I am unique.”
She pulled her shawl away from her shoulders, exposing the birthmark of the dragon. It glowed with an inner light of green. The figure stepped back.
“How long, Daughter?”
“Since the day the sorceress tried to take my soul and my powers. The dragon’s tears saved me, but now, my mark aches and glows.”
The figure was silent for several minutes. Delta worried she would never get an answer to her problem. Finally, he spoke, “There is only one reason for your mark to glow, Daughter. You are the key to banishing this evil from your world. You must turn these evils on to each other, so they will each destroy the other and leave your world forever.”
Delta was alarmed. “But, Father, I am a simple shaman who happens to interpret dreams. I cannot create such a fight. It is not within me.”
The shadowy figure closed the gap between them. “You have invoked the ancients to cleanse the evil once before. You must finish it. It is your destiny.” His hollowed orbs shone with an intense red light.
Delta sensed his eagerness, his elevated aura was almost yellow, and she cringed. This was not what she expected, she was but a pawn in this centuries-old fight. It would mean she would lose her friends, her business, maybe even her life, but it was written, so it must be so.
“Very well, Father. I will turn the day-walker against the dragon. My prayers and offerings will be centered on their demise.”
Delta Birdsong, shaman, needs a miracle to change her destiny. Jackson Thibedeaux, dragon shifter needs a miracle to save his species. When they team up to find a magical power, will it be the miracle they desire, or will they unleash the worst evil the world has ever known?
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