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THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
When Bard entered, the two Alphas straightened.
“We’ve heard,” Kelzar said grimly. “The boy… did something to you.”
Bard didn’t speak at first. He only lifted his shirt, revealing the jagged black bruise that still lingered over his ribs.
“He did more than ‘something.’” Bard’s voice was low, venomous. “He didn’t touch me. He didn’t even snarl. But he threw me, with power I’ve never seen from one so young. Power I couldn’t stop. And neither could you.”
Kelzar and Thorne exchanged uneasy glances.
“This child,” Bard continued, stepping into the torchlight, “is not just a threat to me. He’s a threat to all of us.
Surganah has placed him on a pedestal already, naming him heir, calling him the future Alpha of Altvall.
And what happens to us when Jeun rises? Hmm? What place will there be for you, Thorne, when he sees what you’ve done to the villagers?
What place will there be for you, Kelzar, when he learns of the children you dragged from their homes?”
“Lies can be hidden,” Kelzar muttered.
“Not from him,” Bard snapped. “He sees too much. He hears too much. He knows.”
“But Surganah—” Thorne began.
“Surganah,” Bard growled, “doesn’t even know if the boy is his. You both know the stories. Gaige could be the father. The pot showed nothing.
Surganah is clinging to that child like a mad beast clinging to a mirage. But if Gaige’s blood runs through Jeun’s veins, then mark my words: we are all already dead.”
Silence followed. A heavy silence filled with truth no one wanted to speak.
Bard pressed forward. “You’ve seen how he heals. How his wounds vanish before they bleed. That is Gaige’s blood, not Surganah’s.
Gaige—the one Surganah feared. The one who almost killed him. And now his son walks among us, protected, growing stronger by the day.”
He stepped to the center of the chamber and unwrapped a cloth from a velvet case.
Inside lay a blade unlike any other. It was curved slightly at the tip, forged from an obsidian-black metal that shimmered with ancient runes.
The handle was wrapped in serpent hide, and the edge pulsed faintly, as if it breathed.
Kelzar drew a shaky breath. “Is that—”
THE CURSE OF ALTVALL : CHAPTER 51 – 60
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