The Return: Midnight Chapter 44

On the smal est moon of the Nether World fine ash was fal ing. It fel on two already ash-covered bodies. It fel on ash-choked water. It blocked the sunlight so that an aeonian midnight covered the moons ash-coated surface.And something else fel . In the smal est imaginable droplets, an opalescent fluid fel , colors swirling as if to try and make up for the ugliness of the ashes. They were tiny drops, alone in that respect were tril ions upon tril ions of them, fal ing endlessly, concentrated over the spot where they had once been part of the largest container of raw spring in three dimensions.There was a body on the country on this spot non quite a corpse. The body had no heartbeat it did not breathe, and there was no brain activity. But somewhere in it there was a slow pulsing, that quickened very slightly as the tiny drops of Power fel upon it.The pulsing was made up of nothing but a memory. The memory of a girl with dark blue look and golden hair and a smal face with wide brown eyes. And the try out the taste of two maidenstears. Elena. Bonnie.Putting the two of them together they formed what was not exactly a thought, not exactly a picture. But to mortal who only understood words, it might be translated They are wiating for me. If I git figure out who I am.And that sparked a fierce determination.After what seemed exchangeable centuries but was only a few hours, something moved in the ash. A fist clenched.And something stirred in the brain, a self-revelation. A name.Damon.