TWENTY-ONE
BIFLUX
“Destroyed? How?” Kyra asked, rubbing the last vestiges of sleep from her eyes.
“They do not know yet. They are not ruling anything out though. I really hope it is not the stirrings of another crazed faction.” Trevik looked at his daughter, a feeling of unease settling over him. Outside the wind was stiffening, the trees swaying and protesting against the coming storm. White-caps could be seen by the shore, the waters becoming choppy and angry.
“I must tell Torben.”
“Okay. I have a few things to take care of. Elsor will be down shortly.”
“I will come back in a bit, Father.” She walked forward, embracing him. Trevik closed his eyes, enjoying the moment. Moments that were too scant for his liking.
Kyra walked down the pathway to the cabin, steam from the mugs of graf
