How far would you go to save your family?
Adilan Brennan knew from a young age that Elementalist blood was in her veins. She’d seen her sister look at her with fear, sadness, anger, hope--all before ever speaking a word. She grew up behind the sandstone walls of Ardonia, meant to keep the Council out, and her sister Celosia within them.
Adilan was never much of a talker. She saw too much. She had a fate that was intertwined with Celosia’s from the moment she was born. An Enivisoner whose gift was not the immediate future, but a concrete vision of what was to occur many years later kept her from giving away what she saw when she closed her eyes. It was something unable to be put to words.
When she saw her sister’s flames burn her mother alive at Daybreak--she knew it was too monstrous to speak of. That words could never do it justice. They would give things away. Betray her, and all the secrets she kept locked behind her lips.
The Council recruited her with a hefty payoff in the aftermath of Daybreak. She recalled her father’s face, his shock and dismay at her proud chin. Her angry words--the first she had spoken in years. She rose quickly through the ranks of the Council forces, a brilliant, strategic mind hell-bent on capturing all that resisted the Council’s reign. Take the plea bargain, or death was certain. That was the rule. She commanded soldiers with a wave of her hand, pointed to areas on maps she’d never been to--destroyed cities she had never seen. Such was her gift, and her curse. The Council exploited her knowledge with glee, thrilled to have a powerful Envisioner on their side in the 120 years since the Cleanse. Most of all, she wanted beyond reason to destroy Celosia. To take away everything she ever loved, and make her pay for the horrible things that she had done. Any Council soldier could tell you of Adilan Brennan’s hatred for Daybreak, rivaling that of her fellows ten-fold.
Adilan set her sights a little higher as the years went by. When she heard Celosia’s thoughts in her mind years later, she Spoke. Taunts, jeers, anything to chip away at Celosia’s fragile sanity. Hard-wrought barriers crashed down as Adilan threw Celosia’s past in her face, rendering her unable to call upon her magic. Celosia never expected that the person causing her such pain would turn out to be her own flesh and blood.
Nobody, not even Celosia--Expected her to be such a gifted liar.
Find out more in book two of the Embers of Redemption trilogy -- Arriving in 2018 from Kraken Collective Books
Kiran Oliver is a 31 year old writer and author residing in New Zealand with his wife and their cat, Ember.