Whisper of Thoughts
We were leaving it behind, incinerated in the ashes of the only home we had never known.
"What now?" I asked as we reached the car.
Julian looked at the fire, then at the stars. "Now, we find a future that doesn't have a history."
But as we drove away, I looked in the rearview mirror. I saw a black vehicle parked near the estate entrance, its headlights off, watching us leave.
The Shadow Council had found us, and they weren't interested in the history we had just burned. They were interested in the man driving the car. The war wasn't over. We were just moving to the final, deadliest stage of the game.