Tasting Darkness

Read Taming Darkness By Jessica Hall Book 3 Chapter 3 – My hearing is the first to go; I am met with total darkness and utter silence for what felt like eons as his memory flickered to life. Blinking, I find we are in the mess hall, only it looks different. In his memory, it is some kind of ballroom, with heavy drapes covering the windows and a crystal chandelier glistening under the light, casting the ground in orbs of light as the sun shone in. “Now, Darius,” comes a deep, booming voice. Darius shakes his head.

“No, please, father,” he begs. He must be about six years old. The room looked huge out of his eyes as he peered at the back of his father’s throne, which satin the center of the room. His father looks over his shoulder, leaning over to peer around his chair. “I said now! Either them or you?” his father snarls at him.

Darius shuffles his feet, drops his head, and moves closer to his father. His father grabs his shirt, hauling him in front of the throne. Darius sniffles and his father hits him up the back of the head. “Get on with it. Tell me what you see?” he snaps at his son, and Darius finally lifts his gaze.

When he does, I find a man and a woman on their knees, both beaten and bl***dy. The woman’s long dark hair cascaded to the floor, creating a veil and shielding her face. The man stared at Darius’s father as if he wanted to kill him.

“Find the boy, Darius,” his father booms, kicking Darius in the backside. Darius whimpers and moves toward them, his fingers outstretched, and I gasp. He had magic, actual magic. I could feel it writhing through him. Powerful and strong. He had already manifested, or if not, he would have been a force to be reckoned with when he had.

“You ba***rd, you f****king ba***ard. We told you we have no son! Haven’t you taken enough from us?” the man on his knees screams. Darius flinches. “Ignore him, son. Either you find the boy, or you go back in the chair,” Darius’s father tells him. The man looks at Darius. His eyes soften slightly, almost in pity for him.

Darius observes him, his aura black as charcoal, and he looks at his father, confused. “They changed?” he says. “Yes, we killed the harmony side, which is why we need to find the boy,” his father answers him. For a child, Darius, I could see, was far more intelligent than the average six-year-old.

I could tell Darius was petrified of whatever his father meant by the chair, making me wonder. “Find the boy, and I will let you go see Lucy, but only if you find him,” Darius’ father tells him, an image of a newborn baby flits through his mind briefly and I know it must be his sister. His heart beats faster at her name before he turns to face the man and woman. Guilt smashes into him. Yet he wanted to see his sister.

“Remember why we are doing this, son,” Darius’s father reminds him. Yet some part of him didn’t believe his father. Nevertheless, he steps forward and places a hand on the man and woman’s heads. He closes his eyes when suddenly images flicker before his eyes. The woman and man starts sobbing when an image comes forth and takes shape, and I blink in shock.

was an orphanage. Darius pinpoints the location where he feels the brightest energy, a power similar to his. He follows it, virtually walking through the place, just by merely touching

wasn’t expecting was to see a face I had already seen before. It was Kalen. Darius watches him sleep for a second. Seeing the boy, he knew what would become of him. He knew what would become of his parents. His parents were no longer Harmony-Fae, but Dark-Fae and Darius

of the vision he saw. “Where is he?” his father instantly demands as his eyes focus on the man and woman at his feet. Darius swallows, peering

s*bs, dropping her gaze, while the man’s

speaks to Kalen’s father, his voice in his head, much similar to how Kalen tampers with auras. “I’ll keep him

dead,” Darius repeats; his father slaps him, not

know they had a child,” he growls. His father turns, reaching for the woman’s hair when Darius

stops. He looks at

swallows. He would be taking a total stab in the dark. He didn’t know how to kill off

but his father grabs his face. “You better not be lying to me?” His father sneers, and Darius whimpers, his father’s nails digging into his

Darius manages to get out. His father watches him, and Darius holds his breath when his father lets him

they killed him, you can kill them. About time, I made you into a man,

him, or is that a lie, Darius?” Darius’ father sneers at them.

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