Ffion
There were no more tears. The others wept but not me. I’d cried myself dry and had nothing else to give.
My old life had died with Anton. My new one was lain in front of the me. The path I needed to follow was dark and winding, but I wasn’t afraid of following it now. Because Anton had told me the truth. I knew my destiny now. I knew it and I welcomed it. There was a strange sort of freedom in knowing your fate in advance.
The pain of loss was an ache in my chest, but it wouldn’t stop me doing what I knew I needed to do.
As the flames of the pyre rose up into the cloudy night, I watched them for a while. He had held on for as long as he could, long enough to spill the secrets of our kind to me. they weighed heavy on me, but Anton was right, he had raised me well. I would deal
