The talons of dread dig into my gut. "You are saying that—"
"They were looking for you. But you were not born yet," he says regretfully, his eyes offering a strange sense of sympathy. "You said it yourself. The legend of the Sajatai was long foretold. The Are knew, the Kumentah knew, but who else knew? If they heard, presumably so did the Ulris. And somehow—" he gulps hard, struggling to swallow. "Vilnus must have learnt that the Sajatai will be born into Regnum Valwa, but most importantly. He just did not know of the time."
The sound of creaking wood swells as the tides furies, brutally shoving the boat at every whim of anger. The sounds become too difficult to ignore and more strenuous to remain still.
Kelan's hand extends to me and my body draws towards him on its own volition. A massive force hits the ship, wrenching us apart, and I crash into the wall. Kelan blazes forward and aids me to my feet.
