Seeker

If I was right, the council had treated me like a child, or a pawn. I had been manipulated, betrayed. How could they have decided my fate like that? Who were they to make that kind of decision?

Shaking, I pulled the car back onto the narrow highway. Inside, I felt as if my heart had shriveled up into a charred piece of coal. Why was I working for the council? Once I had absolutely believed in them. Did I now? I didn’t know anymore. I didn’t know anything. All I knew how to be was a Seeker. If I wasn’t a Seeker, what would I do?

“Everything all right, son?” asked Da.

“Yes,” I murmured softly.

But I was lying. Nothing was all right, nothing at all. I wondered whether anything would ever be all right again.