The Last Hunter - Pursuit (Book 2 of the Antarktos Saga)
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I was thirteen years old when I was kidnapped. They took me from my family, from my friends--from everything I knew, and stole my innocence. They brought me to a world beneath the surface of Antarctica, where I was broken and trained by a hunter named Ninnis. He served the ancient Nephilim: half-human, half-demon monsters. My personality was buried in my subconscious and replaced by that of Ull, a hunter and killer. For a time, I too served the Nephilim. As the first and only human born on Antarctica, they believed that I could contain the spirit of their fallen king, Nephil, and lead them to conquer humanity.
But I was stronger than they knew and escaped deep into the underworld, where I have been hiding for the past two years. I live in a cavern, which is somehow lush with green vegetation, eking out a living and cowering from the confrontation that I know awaits me. But the nightmare has found me. I can smell them. The hunters. They have discovered my hideout.
The pursuit of Solomon Ull Vincent--the last hunter--has begun. And if they catch me, this is where my story will end.
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I want to tell her to shut up, that she’s not my mother, but I can’t speak. Because her face and voice are my mother’s. I step closer. She backs away. Her fear wounds me. She falls to her knees. “I love you, Sol.” The words strangle me. I weep openly, watching her life ebb. “My baby,” she says. “At least I got to see you one…more…time.” She dies at my feet. Now that she’s no longer trying to kill me, she looks exactly like my mother. My dead mother. That I killed. I drop to my knees
normal for the first time in years. Years… “Father wants to speak to you now,” she says, motioning with her head for me to follow. Luca starts to follow us, but Em stops him. “Just Sol.” “Aww,” Luca says with a stomp of his foot, but he turns around and goes back into his room. Em looks back at me and sees my funny grin. “What?” “Nothing.” She stops. “What?” “You called me Sol. Reminds me of home. Of my family. It’s…it’s nice.” “Oh,” she says. “Good.” She leads me to my parents’ old
cloak out of a large satchel. I shake out the cloak and wrap it around my shoulders. “What would Grumpy think of that?” Em asks. “Depends,” I say. “On what?” “If they were friends.” Em gets out a final laugh. And then we’re down to business. We pack out what’s left of our gear, I position the skull hood atop my head and we set out for the great cavern. We reach our destination quickly and stop where the river divides and criss-crosses into the distance. Maybe a half mile to our right is a
The reaction is instantaneous. The flames burst white hot, filling the cavern with a sudden burst of light akin to a giant sized camera flash bulb. I close my eyes are the same moment, sparing myself from the majority of the light’s power. Behemoth roars behind me. The sound is so loud that it takes all my strength to not put my hands to my ears. As the flames shrink back to normal size, I realize that I could do the chicken dance all the way up to the flame wall and no one would notice. The
reason, these benign creatures, perhaps the only benign creatures in the underworld, have chosen to accept me. Which is strange. After seeing or smelling my red hair, most denizens of the underground flee or attack. But these creatures seem to see right past it, to my core, and they know I’m no threat to them. Ull would have been, but he’s not in control right now. He’s buried in my subconscious, pouting about not being able to kill anything. With the dance done, all eyes are on me. My mother