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Chapter Thirty-One: Eternal Promise (Deleted Chapter from The MPire: In search of the Lost)
Mallory drove up to Brielle’s loft. He couldn’t decide whether he wanted to get out or not, so he sat in the truck for a while. He looked though her window and he thought he saw her in the loft. He decided to get out and walked to the door. He knocked on the door several times but there was no answer. He decided to leave, but as he turned away, she opened the door.
“Mallory?”
“Hi, Brielle,” he was embarrassed to look in her eyes.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Yes, I would.” She moved away from the entrance and he entered. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” They started to speak at the same time then stopped and broke out in nervous laughter. “I need to go first,” he requested. “I’m sorry for running out. I freaked out and I was confused and … I know you were trying to help me and I wanted to thank you.”
“Are you finished?”
“I think so.”
“Do you remember that night?”
“Vaguely.”
“The last painting …”
“That was Marek holding my hand. You knew.” He shook his head. “Okay, so tell me what happens next?”
“I can’t tell you that. You have made your Proselytization. My tasked is complete.”
“I thought you were looking after me?”
“You’re fine. You’re strong and well on your way to taking your position.”
“But I’m still clueless.”
“Clueless, huh? Don’t play dumb so well.” She grabbed his hand and led him back into the room where he was supposed to receive his conversion. He looked over at the paintings again. “What questions do you have?”
“I’m the forth horseman, Death. So am I supposed to just go around killing people?”
She laughed. “Oh Mallory, you are supposed to cultivate the environment for death. Assist your brothers in their quests, and if you are the chosen, to fight.”
“Fight? That’s not one of the F’s I’m good at.”
She laughed again. “You have a strong passion and a brilliant mind. There are many ways to fight, many battlefields. Choose your battlefield. Perfect your craft.”
“This chosen one, it wouldn’t be the final, would it?”
“Yes. You know about that?”
“Yes, Matthew is searching for him.”
“Why?”
“To kill him.”
“Be careful, my almighty.”
“Could I be the chosen one?”
“Only you can answer that question. Follow the signs.”
“Brielle, whose side are you on?”
“No side. I’m a watcher. I’m supposed to keep balance.”
“But you helped me.”
“I know. I wasn’t supposed to, but my father loved you and so do I. I would give anything to be your goddess.”
“You are my goddess.”
“But not your greatest love,” she said sternly. Mallory retreated his eyes in disappointment and didn’t want to make eye contact with her. She walked over and held his face. “Mallory, I see that you will have many loves. Some great and some not so great.”
“Are you there?”
“Yes.”
“As a great love?”
“Yes.” He smiled with his heart. “You will come to me. I will be there for you.” She kissed him softly. “Be careful of your greatest love. That love is your enemy.”
“Who is it?”
“Only you know, Mallory.” He held her closely. She melted into his body and he began unraveling her braid. He felt her smile on his chest. He looked around the room and noticed a new painting.
“A new painting?” He pulled away from her and walked toward the painting.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“A love affair.”
“I thought you paint only pain.”
“Yes, but this one comes from inside of me, my emotions.”
“It’s beautiful. A love affair.” He looked deeply at the painting. He looked at her again. He walked her back to the altar. As he walked her up the steps, he kissed her and unbuttoned her dress. She laid down and he laid beside her.
“Your task is complete. But mine isn’t. I remember promising your father that I would protect you. And I will. I love you my goddess. And as yours, I honor my love you. No man, woman or spirit shall harm you. I promise my life. Anyone who harms you won’t live to take his last breath. I swear on my life.”
To read more, check out The MPire: Search of the Lost @ www.mpireonline.com
TL James
author of The MPire Trilogy and MPire Chronicle Series
www.niapresentstljames.com
www.authortljames.com
“Mallory?”
“Hi, Brielle,” he was embarrassed to look in her eyes.
“Do you want to come in?”
“Yes, I would.” She moved away from the entrance and he entered. “How are you doing?”
“I’m fine.” They started to speak at the same time then stopped and broke out in nervous laughter. “I need to go first,” he requested. “I’m sorry for running out. I freaked out and I was confused and … I know you were trying to help me and I wanted to thank you.”
“Are you finished?”
“I think so.”
“Do you remember that night?”
“Vaguely.”
“The last painting …”
“That was Marek holding my hand. You knew.” He shook his head. “Okay, so tell me what happens next?”
“I can’t tell you that. You have made your Proselytization. My tasked is complete.”
“I thought you were looking after me?”
“You’re fine. You’re strong and well on your way to taking your position.”
“But I’m still clueless.”
“Clueless, huh? Don’t play dumb so well.” She grabbed his hand and led him back into the room where he was supposed to receive his conversion. He looked over at the paintings again. “What questions do you have?”
“I’m the forth horseman, Death. So am I supposed to just go around killing people?”
She laughed. “Oh Mallory, you are supposed to cultivate the environment for death. Assist your brothers in their quests, and if you are the chosen, to fight.”
“Fight? That’s not one of the F’s I’m good at.”
She laughed again. “You have a strong passion and a brilliant mind. There are many ways to fight, many battlefields. Choose your battlefield. Perfect your craft.”
“This chosen one, it wouldn’t be the final, would it?”
“Yes. You know about that?”
“Yes, Matthew is searching for him.”
“Why?”
“To kill him.”
“Be careful, my almighty.”
“Could I be the chosen one?”
“Only you can answer that question. Follow the signs.”
“Brielle, whose side are you on?”
“No side. I’m a watcher. I’m supposed to keep balance.”
“But you helped me.”
“I know. I wasn’t supposed to, but my father loved you and so do I. I would give anything to be your goddess.”
“You are my goddess.”
“But not your greatest love,” she said sternly. Mallory retreated his eyes in disappointment and didn’t want to make eye contact with her. She walked over and held his face. “Mallory, I see that you will have many loves. Some great and some not so great.”
“Are you there?”
“Yes.”
“As a great love?”
“Yes.” He smiled with his heart. “You will come to me. I will be there for you.” She kissed him softly. “Be careful of your greatest love. That love is your enemy.”
“Who is it?”
“Only you know, Mallory.” He held her closely. She melted into his body and he began unraveling her braid. He felt her smile on his chest. He looked around the room and noticed a new painting.
“A new painting?” He pulled away from her and walked toward the painting.
“Yes.”
“What is it?”
“A love affair.”
“I thought you paint only pain.”
“Yes, but this one comes from inside of me, my emotions.”
“It’s beautiful. A love affair.” He looked deeply at the painting. He looked at her again. He walked her back to the altar. As he walked her up the steps, he kissed her and unbuttoned her dress. She laid down and he laid beside her.
“Your task is complete. But mine isn’t. I remember promising your father that I would protect you. And I will. I love you my goddess. And as yours, I honor my love you. No man, woman or spirit shall harm you. I promise my life. Anyone who harms you won’t live to take his last breath. I swear on my life.”
To read more, check out The MPire: Search of the Lost @ www.mpireonline.com
TL James
author of The MPire Trilogy and MPire Chronicle Series
www.niapresentstljames.com
www.authortljames.com
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