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“You know of this?” Zodak wondered, hopeful.
“I think I do.”
“Is it permanent?”
He gave a shrug. “Maybe it is but it doesn’t seem to affect anything important. It actually might help.”
“How?” he needed to know.
“Something similar to muscle memory in a spiritual sense. Like a scar.” Seer traced his finger along his face and a scar appeared to Zodak’s eyes, evoking astonishment. “A great darkness convinced me to inflict this upon myself. And I will never forget this darkness.”
“How was this scar hidden from my sight?” Zodak marveled. “Do others see it?”
Seer appeared mildly confused. “Others see it, yes.”
“I see emotions,” Zodak whispered, perplexed by this.
“Maybe that’s why you don’t see it. It’s fully healed.”
He was guessing again and Zodak found this most bizarre and fantastical. “Your light takes good care of you,” he realized, the notion causing his circuits to sizzle with… “I envy this,” he confessed quietly.
Seer gave him a smile that would surely provoke the sun to jealousy. “Envy no more. My King picked you for a reason. And He takes care of his sons.”
Instant bafflement filled him. “What are you saying, Seer? That I will be seen as a son to him? As you are?”
He nodded with mirth in his eyes. “You will.”
Zodak didn’t understand how. Unless… “Are you a son by adoption?”
Another hearty chuckle came with his nod. “I am. And now you are, if you accept to serve my King.”
Zodak considered this, the immense weight of such an invitation registering in every fiber of his being. “I must contemplate this fully for a time before making such a commitment.”
“Indeed,” Seer said, sounding pleased with that. “As you should.”
“Hate to break up your little love session, but we think she’s done.”
Zodak removed his hands from Seer's head and had to steady himself in the wake of power he’d pulled out of.
“Let’s see what we got,” Seer mumbled.
Zodak watched him walk off, entirely unaffected and oblivious to the immense power they’d both just stood in. Had he not felt it? Was it hidden from him? Protected from it, perhaps?
He flipped his ocular lenses back in place as all his electrical circuits zipped about at what had just occurred and all that had been said. They would work together. Helping people.
And this King of his…possibly his too if he should accept his offer…would he keep the darkness from swallowing him?
CHAPTER FIVE
Zodak froze the moment he rounded the stone perch, staring at the floor covered in sheets of paper. He walked slowly toward them, his eyes moving over each. He stopped, realizing what he was seeing—images of the things he’d syphoned.
He looked around and found the woman in the protective embrace of her husband, his hand stroking over her head and back. The sight soothed Zodak even without feeling it with his gifts. What had this demanded of her? He marveled as he made his way around the pages, wondering if she’d felt all his syphons. He suddenly realized his darkest secrets were staring back at him from the floor. Staring at him and every pair of eyes there.
“Do you see it?” Seer whispered next to him.
Zodak looked again, searching for what seemed plain in his new brother’s sight.
“Holy anomalies,” King Rukem suddenly said. “Look at the big picture brothers. Is that not King Zodak and the Marsh King’s Seer?”
