Have you chosen?
The voice was familiar as Altina floated in the Orin. “Chosen what?” she asked as she opened her eyes and saw the great Black Raven. Its glossy feathers shimmered in the strange twilight of the Orin. They looked soft to the touch, and she wanted to reach out and touch them.
Thrice, I have held him in my embrace. Once to protect him. Second, to choose the beast. Third, to ignite the Fire. Have you chosen love? Or hate?
The raven morphed into Kieran, and Altina reached out to him. Before she could touch him, something hard and invisible stopped her.
Have you chosen?
Memories filled Altina’s mind and consumed her.
“SF-01, has there been any success?” Altina asked as she faced the sanguinai before her. He was tall, around six feet, with hair like blood-dipped ebony and r
