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Silent Sound is the second book in the Angel’s Voice Series, continuing the story about Selissa and the other characters from Resounding Echo.
As a little preview, here is the current draft of the first chapter. Enjoy!

Silent Sound – Chapter 1
Her footsteps echoed against the walls as she walked through the gates. It felt like an eternity since she had last set foot in this place, but in reality it had barely been a year.

As she looked around, she noticed that nothing had changed. The temple still looked exactly as she had left it. Exactly as it had looked like all the years she had lived there.

But still it seemed foreign to her. The halls she had walked through thousands of times seemed unfamiliar and strange despite the fact that it was the exact same halls as back then.

The temple might not have changed, but she had. She was not the same person who had left a year ago.

She pulled her hood closer as she walked through the almost empty hallways. Twilight had already settled and only a few priests passed by her. None of them paid her any notice.

It didn’t take her long to reach her destination. She stopped in front of the heavy oak door and hesitated only for a second before she knocked.

She faintly heard a voice telling her to enter and she slowly opened the door. It creaked loudly as it swung open. The sound seemed like a roar in the empty hallway. She entered silently and pushed the door shut behind her.

“So you decided to come after all?” Selissa shot a hard look at the old man behind the wooden desk.

“Didn’t you expect me to?” She asked calmly.

“Actually, I didn’t. I hadn’t expected you to return at all, no less at my call.” His lips moved into a wry smile as he returned her stare.

Selissa suspected that the High Priest of Issara had been an impressive man in his days, but age had not been kind to him.

Years of worries showed clearly in his worn face. It was set in a permanent stern expression that made people automatically think they had done something wrong. Thick hair that might once have been black had long since turned grey and was beginning to thin. The only thing not affected by the years was the sharp grey eyes that watched her calmly.

He motioned to a chair opposite his desk. “Please sit.” He said.

Selissa crossed her arms over her chest. “I’d rather stand.”

The old man sighed. “I guess you’re curious as to why I have called you here.” Selissa raised an eyebrow at his obvious question, but kept quiet.

“I assume, that after the whole ordeal with the Demios clan, you now know about the powers you possess as the host of Cadeyrn.” He said slowly, watching her carefully.

She stiffened as realization sunk in. “You knew…” She said.

“Selissa, let me—“ He started, but she interrupted him.

“For years I tried to find out what that mark meant… I asked everyone. And you knew all along.” She said coldly.

“I thought it was safer if you didn’t know…” He said. The remorse in his eyes didn’t touch her.

“Safer? You thought they wouldn’t find me?” She almost laughed at the thought. “Well, that plan certainly worked out fine.”

“You were protected here. I knew you would be going after them if you knew.” He said. Selissa scoffed.

“Well, I went after them anyway. I might as well have known what I was getting into.” She said.

The old priest hung his head in apology. Suddenly, Selissa wanted to laugh at it all. How often hadn’t she been the remorseful child being reprimanded by the High Priest? Now the roles were reversed.

As much as she enjoyed watching him grovel, this was not why she was here.

“You didn’t call me here to tell me this, did you?” She asked.

He hesitated. “No… I didn’t.”

She didn’t say anything, instead waiting for him to continue. He seemed unnerved by her steady stare, silver eyes boring into him unwavering. He closed his eyes as if he was deep in thought, before speaking.

“What do you know about the Nephilim?” He asked slowly, opening his eyes to watch her reaction.

Her eyebrows rose in surprise at the word. She faintly recalled coming across it in some of the books she had studied relentlessly to try to figure out the meaning of the mark she carried on her back. She closed her eyes, trying to recall what it meant.

“The Nephilim…” She said slowly, racking her mind for the information she needed. “The children of angels who mated with humans.”

The High Priest nodded seriously, and she continued thoughtfully. “I have heard about them. But what do those myths have to do with anything?”

The old man folded his hands in front of his face and looked at her intensely.

“Do you believe they are simply myths, Selissa?”

The way he said her name made her frown. “Of course they are! They are fairy tales made up by people who wished to believe that angels walk among us!”

To her surprise, he chuckled. She had never seen the old man display any sign of humor, so his sudden amusement had her shoulder tense and she watched him warily.

“Wouldn’t you have told me the same if I had told you about an archangel using a human as his host?” He asked her, a slight smile on his face.

She hesitated, unsure of what to say.  She was very sure she would have been just as skeptical about the idea a year ago, as she was about the fact that descendents of angels might reside on earth. But the last year had shown her that some myths were very real.

She scoffed annoyed when she realized that he had backed her into a corner. She sighed in defeat, before reluctantly going along with the idea.

“So you believe the Nephilim exists?” She asked.

“I not only believe it, I know it for a fact.” He said. Selissa stared at him in disbelief.

“Don’t tell me you actually know of one?” She asked in amazement.

“I do. And not just any Nephilim. The son of one of the archangels.” He said.

Selissa wanted to ask him if he was kidding her, but then again, she didn’t believe he had ever kidded anyone in his life. She was at a loss of words, unsure what to make of what she had just been told. Luckily, she didn’t need to fill the silence.

“More than twenty years ago, Arnath, the archangel of healing, fell in love with a human woman and she bore him a son.”

She wasn’t quite sure how to react to that, so she addressed another issue.

“What does that have to do with me?” She asked.

“The child was taken in at the temple of Arnath.” He said. “The priests of Arnath see it as their duty to protect the son of their guardian.” He continued. Selissa summoned up all her patience and waited for him to tell her which role she played.

“Lately, several residents of the temple have been attacked. The problem is, no one have seen the attacker. But the priests agree that it’s nothing human.”

“A demon?” She wondered out loud. A demon would have been able to attack someone without them ever seeing their attacker.

“Everything about the attacks makes it seem like it was done by a demon. There’s just one problem…” At that the priest hesitated.

“What problem?” She asked curiously.

“The attacks happened inside the temple’s walls. A demon shouldn’t be able to enter holy ground.” He said, his face deadly serious.

Selissa nodded slightly in understanding, but there was still something she didn’t understand.

“Where does the Nephilim come in?” She asked.

“The priests think he is the target of whatever is attacking the sanctuary.” He said.

“And you want me to do what?” She asked, eyebrows raised. As fascinating as all this was, she still didn’t understand what it had to do with her.

The High Priest leaned his chin on top of his folded hands and met her eyes. “I want you to protect the Nephilim and find out what has been attacking him.”

“And why would I do that?” She asked frowning. Her voice came out harsher than she intended, but the High Priest didn’t even flinch. “I don’t own you anything.”

“No… You don’t owe me anything.” He said slowly. “But I can’t think of anyone better to help, and I know you won’t just turn your back on people who need your help.”

“Don’t talk like you know me.” She said, anger seeping into her voice. “A lot has changed since you last saw me.”

The look that passed through his eyes at that moment almost made her regret being so harsh. The usual stern look disappeared completely and only sadness was left in his face.

“I know.” He said quietly, voice filled with regret. “I wish I could have done something to prevent it from happening, but you can’t run from who you are. And you can’t deny your connection to the archangels.”

Selissa crossed her arms over her chest and looked at the floor. She was beginning to realize that she did not have a choice in the matter. She closed her eyes and sighed.

“When am I leaving?” She asked defeated. She might as well give in and save herself a lot of grief.

“You can stay the night and leave tomorrow. Your old room is still empty.”

She shook her head at herself, wondering what she had just agreed to.

 

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