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presence.
"Axis, my son." Axis shuddered violently as the voice slithered through the
dark spaces between them.
"No!" Axis whispered again. All he could feel from the other presence was
hatred.
"My son," the voice repeated. "You should never have been allowed to reach
birth. You are an abomination. You should have been aborted. You killed your
mother . . . your beautiful mother."
The voice drooled over the word "beautiful" and Axis almost vomited with
fear and loathing.
"Your beautiful mother. She died because of you, my son. You tore her
apart. She cursed you in the end, you know, as you tore her apart. She swore
she would drown you when she could finally get her hands on you. But you killed
her first. She died with her life blood draining all over you. What a fiery
baptism!" The voice rasped at its own joke in a ghastly parody of laughter, and
its mad chuckles surrounded Axis like choking smoke.
He was crying now, crying because of the pain he had caused his mother,
crying because she had cursed him, crying because he had never known her.
"I never wanted you, my son. If I had known she was pregnant I would
have torn you from her body myself."
"You are not my fatherr Axis cried, desperate not to believe it, but scared to
the depths of his soul that this unspeakable voice was indeed his father. The
muscles of his arms and legs bulged as they fought to escape the pressure of the
invisible, magical bonds that bound him, but he remained trapped . . . trapped in
this dark unknowable space with his father. A father who hated him.
"You destroyed your mother, as you will destroy everyone about you. No-
one wants you, Axis, no-one loves you. You should be dead instead of your
beautiful mother."
Scores of dreadful red-hot teeth nibbled at his flesh, tearing strips of skin
and muscle away from his body. Not enough to kill quickly, but enough to torture
slowly to death. Axis battled with his sanity.
"See here," the voice soothed, suddenly solicitous, "my friends will help you.
Tasty, tasty." The voice hardened with hate. "You are an abomination, Axis, you
deserve to die. I have come to do what should have been done while you swam
in your mother's womb. Tear you apart . . . piece by piece."
Axis lost control at that point, as he always did, and screamed. It was the
only way he knew to escape.
The scream reverberated about the small chamber and brought Embeth out
of her slumber with her heart in her mouth. She sat up and twisted around to
Axis, who was rolling about on the bed, covered in sweat, his hands gripping the
mattress.
"No," he whispered, his eyes wide open and staring at something that
Embeth could not see, "you are not my father!"
Embeth's heart almost broke. She seized his shoulders, although his violent
motions almost threw her off, and shook as hard as she could.

"Axis! Axis! Wake up. Wake up...it's all right, my love, it's all right. . .wake
up!"
She remembered these dreams from the time he had first come to stay with
her and Ganelon as an eleven-year-old. Once or twice a month they had