“It’s not love I’m chasing.”
“Isn’t it? Love. Honor. Remembrance. Not for yourself.”
His eyes see more than the woman that stands before him. He sees the woman that is inside.”
“Go, Abini. You shall have what you seek. Honor. Remembrance. Legacy.”
His words are always ominous, but this time feels more of a warning.
No.
A promise.
There will be blood.
The journey to America is long and part of me fears the promise will be broken by time I arrive.
From what I know of the American South, there are more monsters here than just the demon I’ve come to deal with. But we in the Order of the Black Sword do not turn our blades towards a living human, no matter how deserving they may be.
It’s late and the road to the monastery is dark even to my eye. The storm that is rolling in may be the ill omen I’ve been waiting for.
The horses that draw the carriage seem to know something their master doesn’t. The rhythmic clopping of their feet on the ground has turned erratic, but he tries to move them forward.
“Driver! Let me out here!”
“You sure!? I can get you closer!”
“Your kindness is not necessary.”
I throw on my cloak and leap from the carriage. My own two feet can take me there faster than the horses ever could anyway.
A young woman stands at the sanctuary door. Her heart is racing and she is shivering violently from the cold.
“There was no need for you to wait out here for me.”
“I… chose this watch. Better here… than up there.”
“Take me to it.”
“Mother Mary Agnus awaits you inside.”
ASH 9/17 
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