The Primordial Record novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188 The Tales of Erohim (6)

"they are saying you're truly Erohim, and you're going to be leaving us to save your mother and if you leave you will not be coming back anymore, but I don't want you to leave because you are my… my friend, and if I…"

She paused as a blush stained her cheeks and her rushed words turned to a whispered mutter.

Rowan wanted to roll his eyes in exasperation, but he knew that would hurt her, and he was not such an ass*ole that he could not appreciate the strength it took for her to speak her mind, many adult men would never be able to do so.

Yet he also found it funny, how closer to the truth they were, but their logic was coming from an entire direction from his own.

'That was quick.' Rowan thought as he began considering her words. Was she already considering him a friend?

He was surprised that she was not more afraid of the powers he had displayed. But the minds of children were purer than adults, and this reminded him of the story of Erohim being narrated to him by Circe which had been cut short.

He wasn't concerned about such tales, but he needed to understand the name that he had been tagged with, for every name comes with its own burden, and although he would not carry it, it would not hurt if he knew of it.

Rowan had been silent for two seconds, but Diane had already begun sweating buckets, he sighed, "You don't have to worry Diane. I shall keep you and your family safe until we reach the underground city."

"I know that. But what about after… can you? Will you take me with you when you leave?"

Rowan's eyes widened a bit, "why would you want to leave with me, Diane?"

She appeared to search for words and her eyes lit up, "Because I'm your maid, my lord."

Rowan smiled, "Are you my friend or my maid?"

She had a silly smile on her face, "Can they be mutually exclusive?"

Rowan smiled deepened in amusement, and he stood up and placed a hand on her shoulder, with his height, her head was closer to his belly button. He detected a slight shiver run down her frame.

Mortals were so… fragile. She could as well be a balloon filled with air, and a slight puff from him would erase her from existence.

"Diane, I'm going to tell you the truth because you're my friend as well. Where I'm going, you cannot come with. It will be a place far beyond all concepts of distance. But I promise you something. I shall keep you and your family safe from every harm until we reach the city."

Stubbornly sticking to her guns, she said, "Is it because I'm…weak, that I cannot be with you my lord?"

"It does not matter that you're weak or strong, Diane. It is just the natural order of things. The path I walk, you cannot follow it. This path is for me alone."

"Will it not be too lonely, my lord?"

"well, loneliness is subjective to an individual conscious mind."

Diane sniffed, "why the big words, my lord?"

"well 'miss mutually exclusive' I would have you know, you started it!"