Prometheus Rising – a live author reading D. F. Wink

“WAKE UP, SLÀNAIGHEAR. WAKE UP.” 

I jumped up in terror, looking around. 

“Easy.” Fraser’s mighty voice resounded inside my ears. I had fallen asleep in the car. “A decision is made. C’mon.” 

EVERYTHING CAME BACK to me in the morning. Daylight touched the horizon very slowly as I saw a big gathering from the window of the hut where I used to be a prisoner of the chain, now a prisoner of my own guilt. The funeral. 

Clouds of flames and smoke rose from afar. Shouts and gunshots echoed from the mountains. After hours of driving and thought, my worst nightmares seemed to have come true. My heart pushed against my lungs, and my body felt numb for a second ... 

I walked down the street in the pouring rain while my insides twisted.  Stop it now, Adama. Go back home, live your life. This is out of your control now. 

I wanted to forget. Just pretend it never happened and be done with it.  
Suddenly, Amira’s voice echoed in my ears: There will be many deaths. Was she talking about what was to come now? 

My heart began to beat faster. How could he know what I’d done in such detail?
I had been alone. It was impossible. Unless ... Had Rahab been right?

“Will you have me killed?” The question burst out of me before I could stop it. 

MacIan did not give an answer. His eyes just targeted mine for a while with a look that would not give away any intention, just sadness. Sadness about what? That I thought so low of him? Or that in the end, he would need to kill me anyway? That my destiny had been sealed from the moment I got into that trunk?