Present
Christopher Dawson
I add more wood to the fire and poke it—Embers rise, stinging my eyes. Mary lays on a fur rug closest to the fire. She’s entranced by the rising flames. ‘Immortal.’ Mary is immortal. Allison had children with someone, and those children had more children, and so on. And here I am, in a room with one of those descendants. ‘Are they all immortal?’ Did having a new family help Allison move past her old one?
The castle was constructed way before God’s Shadow arrived on the shores of Belzaar. Its origins are unknown, but it was taken over quickly. Allison’s people didn’t use it for much, saying it bore nothing but evil. So, it made sense God’s Shadow would want to call it home.
Maybe the castle reminded the witches of the kings who persecuted them. Or the church that pursued them. Either way, the castle has always been here. And this moment plays back like a memory, a movie on repeat. ‘Why did Allison leave me?’
“So, just how old are you, Christopher?”