Ayi Orman had boarded the train leaving Budapest bound for Istanbul. In less then eleven hours he would have what he had spent his immortal life searching for when he opened the portal to the mortal realm almost twenty-three years ago. Ayi not believing his luck had contacted the book dealer to confirm it was the book he had been searching for.
As Rayven turned the corner to find the train was pulling away from the platform. As she raced toward the train it began to pick up speed. She pumped her little legs as fast as she could. There was no way on earth she was missing this train. She leveled up to the caboose and leaped onto the train with all her might, slamming into the conductor knocking them into a heap on the floor. Untwining herself from the young conductor, she leapt to her feet. Rayven looked down at the young man, offered a hand to help him. He ignored the gesture, grumbling as he made his way to his feet.
Rayven walked away from the village, passing the Internet café on her way to the train station. In less than twenty-four hours, Rayven would hold the answers to the secrets her uncle had kept from her all these years.
He stared at his knuckles. The scattered scabs looked like geese, dark flecks against a winter sky. He stretched his fingers out, then closed them in a fist. Small trickles of bright red escaped the hardened crust. He…...