The Primordial Record novel Chapter 989

Chapter 989 Do Not Weep For Me

Elura's tone broker no space for arguments, and Rowan opened his mouth to protest but she placed a hand on his shoulders to stop him, and she unexpectedly drew him to herself, hugging him tight, she spoke in his ears, softly,

"Let me finish with what I have to say. Rowan, I am dead, and some part of you can understand that this is the truth, and so no matter how much you wish to lay your head in my care to rest, you can never do so."

Rowan wanted to push himself away from her, but she held him more firmly and continued speaking, "It was always so hard to blind your eyes to the truth, I should know, it is my everlasting shame that I tried to do the same, I followed the instructions of my Maker, and found a way to hold a portion of you so that I could create a bargaining chip, something to tie you to her side. As if that would ever work, you have always been wild and untamed like the breeze. For a time I believed that you could never be caught, but your enemies were too powerful, the game was rigged against you from the start. You don't know how amazing it is that you are here, now, before my gaze, shining and splendor despite all the odds."

Rowan could feel tears from his mother's eyes flowing down his back, "Oh, my dear son, I am so proud of you. You went through and survived what no one should ever hope to survive and you prevailed. Yet, your heart is broken, but I should not be surprised, you got it from her, but you are more, where she is helplessly consumed by her past, you still have the power to reshape your future. You will have to let me go, so you can continue on your path, I just need to remind you that you can find another… you can find a new place to lay your head."

Rowan shook his head, like a child who could not talk, and held his mother closer.

Elura sighed,

"You know that I speak the truth, Elura is your ally, but her plans for you should not be what you should follow, she is not deserving, no one in creation is deserving of controlling your path. Who in all of creation is worthy to stand before my son?! Let them step forth and be shamed before the least of your feats. Your Path remains yours alone, and no matter if her intentions for letting me see you again may seem rooted in good, ultimately it serves her agenda,"

His mother suddenly laughed, surprising Rowan, "She thinks that in the end, she would be the one in control, and yet she does not understand who you are. My Maker is surprised at how much I was able to hold back from her, how shortsighted, your freedom and power bamboozle their mind. Haa!"

A note of anger entered her voice,

"No matter how much I tried to fight against her wishes, I am still her creature, how could I have ever succeeded against her power? So she scrubbed through what was left of my memories, hoping to find, to recreate the miracle of your existence. They all discounted you Rowan, all of them. The Reflections, Elura, … you were small, weak, ignorant, and they had never imagined that my little green-haired boy with his heart filled with dreams would be able to fight back against them all and win. Elura desperately searches for the flaws in my design, and she forgot that everything I was able to do was with your help."

Elura looked at the setting sun again, the shadows of darkness were already stretching across the earth, and the sun above had only a small part of itself shining above the hills,

"I do not have much time left," Elura gasped, "When we last met I had thought that it would be the last time I set my eye on you child, but…"

Rowan growled, "No!" He held out his left hand, and for the first time since he recreated his flesh, he activated his innate Telekinetic ability, purple lightning sparks ran down his arms as a faint gigantic shadow of his palm appeared over the setting sun and he… held it.

The sun overhead was not real, it was nothing but a concept, and the spell Elura created to bring back her long-dead shade to life was tied to this concept, so it should be impossible for anything to manipulate the workings of this spell, for there was nothing to touch.