The Mirror of the Moon (Revenant Wyrd Book 2) by Travis Simmons Read Free Book Online Page A

her mouth hang open in revelation.
    “What did she change her name to?” she whispered.
    “She changed her name to Misha; the man she married gave her the surname of Neferis.” Grace looked around at the stunned, silent three who sat around her. They all wore a similar expression of dumbfounded understanding.
    That was the name of their mother.
    “’We are no ordinary family,’” Jovian quoted Porillon.
    “Indeed you are not.” Grace conceded. “Now there is still more to be revealed. I can understand that all of you are very anxious to know all you can, but let me finish with my telling before you go on with all that.” Grace waited for them to nod, but it never happened for they all stared in shocked disbelief at the old woman.
    “I will tell you next of what happened to Cianna, for she is rightfully your cousin and your elder by twelve years. After she was found alive, she was taken to live with my sisters Sara and Annbell in the Realm of Earth. We figured this would be a safe place for her to live. We also figured she should not go to live with Sylvie for she was much the traveler until she met Dauin. It is there Cianna matured into a bright individual, looking for all the world like a replica of her mother Pharoh. The shin-buto that Sylvie used on Arael—”
    Suddenly Jovian came to life and looked at the sheathed blade in his hands.“No, child, you do not possess that blade. The one you carry is rightfully your mother’s, but it was misplaced the night they fought Arael. Later she found it, and its legacy was great among the heroic legends passed down by bards. Know that the blade you possess is a worthy relic being the one she killed countless dalua with, but it is not the same as the one your mother used to slay Arael.
    “Anyway, the shin-buto Sylvie used on him, Pharoh’s shin-buto, was lost, some think forever, but I have my suspicions that it is around the Great Realms somewhere. Who knows though; maybe it was lost when Spirit was.
    “Now for yet another revelation, the item in which your Aunt Pharoh’s essence was stored was none other than the medallion that went missing the night Amber was abducted.”
    There was a collective intake of breath, and Grace was slightly pleased to get such a response. She felt as though she should bow or flourish her wrappings. She did neither, for in the state the palisum was putting her in, the old woman doubted very much she would be able to stand without assistance, let alone flourish.
    “Now can you understand why your father desires its retrieval so much? It is a dangerous artifact in inept hands, let alone in hands as talented as Porillon’s are. She knows what that medallion is, and she would inevitably be able to cause great devastation with it. Know that Pharoh had control over how the medallion came into this world; she even had slight control over how it was used. After all, she gave it to her sister for safekeeping. But much like a genii, the medallion answers to the one who holds it, and it does what the holder commands.”
    Joya frowned. “But why’d Pharoh make it that way? Why’d she have make it so the medallion could be controlled in ways she didn’t want? Why would she give up her control over what she was asked to do?”
    “I am not sure. I don’t think your aunt intended for it to fall into the wrong hands, but someone as smart as Pharoh must have seen the potential for such a thing, and would undoubtedly have set up precautions. General consensus says that one from her holy bloodline must be in possession of it to operate the wyrd it holds, but this has never been tested. The truth is I don’t know why it does whatever the holder asks. It could really be a number of reasons. It could be that it is the wyrd of Pharoh trapped in the medallion, not her conscience, and whoever holds the necklace is imbued with her power, or it could be the medallion is infused with the wearer’s desires, and so the one who controls it also controls the