The Primordial Record novel Chapter 811

Chapter 811 Take Me Home

What could she ever do at a time like this, when her master needed help that she could not give? The answer came to her, it was simple, she would just have to do the same thing he had once done for her.

Maeve looked up to the sky and then she grinned before saying, "This burden of yours my Lord, I know I can't carry it for you, but I can carry you."

Rowan's gaze was distant, he had been thinking of other things but when he heard her words, he stilled in her arms and he eyed her suspiciously, "Where did you hear that?"

Maeve looked away, her green wings fanning nervously behind her, "Oh, it was something you said to me long ago… In a dream, I think. It has always stayed with me. I never knew how to relate to it, until now. I also have other anecdotes from you, most of them are truly hard to understand. What do you mean by, Get Into Tha Chappah! Or May the force be with you?"

Rowan groaned in embarrassment and looked away, he remembered having a vision when he first merged with Envy so long ago when he was still a Legendary Dominator, in that dream, he had seen Maeve suffer countless tortures in her quest to protect him from his father. She had borne all the pain until it became too much more for her.

Rowan had found her broken, showing wounds that had shocked him to the core, and he had stayed with her for weeks inside that dream or a vision, he could not tell the difference, at that time, this world had been nothing but horror for him.

To console this loyal woman, he had told her many stories, rambled on for days on end, and he was sure in all those times, he had managed to recount his favorite stories to her from a life that was so far away. At that time he had given up the Rowan that came from earth and chose to embrace the horror of this new one.

Maeve had been the one he had given his story of the man from Earth, he never expected her to survive and he had not cared that no one else would know his story, but she did and his story did not die.

Rowan had never sought glory or power for the sake of loading over others. From the beginning, it had always been about survival, but the visions that the Primordial Record had shown him had begun to brew a new type of fever in his mind.

His battles had mostly been silent and unknown, he saw no reason to change that, but now he had so much to prove besides survival.

The visions from the Primordial Record were true, with this treasure, he would be brought to the edge of a Primordial, but he never crossed it.

Rowan believed that this future was wrong.

The Primordial Record could only show the future that it could understand and control. Its powers had brought its previous hosts to the edge, but it had forgotten to account for the presence of Rowan.

The words it spoke were enough, the Primordial Record did not believe in his potential or anyone else. Rowan closed his eyes, during the moments when the weight of survival was too much to handle, he could hear them… in their billions… he could hear the voices of his children.

He heard the songs from his Angels. They called him Creator. The one whose light would illuminate the ages.

Who was he to prove them wrong?

Rowan smiled, "Take me home Maeve, bring me to Trion. it is time I took back what belongs to me, and begin my journey of conquest."