P. Cast - Destined

“I do not understand,” Aurox said.

Actually, neither did I. His question was “What am I?” How could there be only one answer for that question?

“I believe you will understand when you hear me out. The question of what we are can only be answered by ourselves. We each decide what we are by the life choices we make. How we were made, who are parents are, where we are from, the color of our skin, who we choose to love, all those things do not define us. Our actions define us, and will keep defining us until even after death.”

I saw surprise in Aurox’s expression. “The past does not matter?”

“The past matters a great deal, especially if we don’t learn from it. But the future need not be dictated by the past.”

“I decide what I am?” He spoke slowly, as if he was working through a riddle.

“Yes.”

“Thank you, Priestess.”

“You are welcome and you may be excused now.”

He fisted his hand over his heart and bowed deeply to her before leaving the room.

I was looking after him, still thinking about the surprise I’d seen in Aurox when Thanatos spoke to me. “Zoey, I know this ritual and the spell casting will be difficult for you, but I believe it will also give you closure.”

“Yeah, me, too.” Feeling a little like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, I spoke quickly, my eyes turning to Thanatos. “I mean, I don’t want to do it. I don’t want to see what happened to Mom, but I figure I keep replaying it in my imagination anyway. The truth will at least stop my imagination.”

“It will do that,” she said.

“So, this ritual—who all will be there?”

“Those I named already. I would imagine your Guardian will accompany you, as will Aphrodite’s Darius. And I will be there. Follow your instincts, Zoey. Is there anyone else you request?”

Aurox’s presence seemed to linger in the room with us and I shook my head. “No, I don’t want to request anyone else. My circle and our Warriors are all that I need, but there is someone I don’t want there.” She raised her eyebrows and I continued. “Dragon Lankford. He hates Rephaim, and he’s pretty much acting as Stevie Rae’s Warrior, so he should be with her.” I made a quick decision, Thanatos should know, and added, “Plus, yesterday Aphrodite had a vision that showed Dragon totally involved with Rephaim being skewered by a sword. I’d rather that didn’t happen during my mom’s reveal ritual.”

“Dragon Lankford has been tasked with protecting this school and its students. If he allows, or takes part in, Rephaim being injured a great injustice will have been committed and he must be brought to task quickly and—”

“Wait, stop.” I interrupted her. “I don’t want this spell to be some kind of setup for Dragon to get in trouble. I don’t want any of that drama to touch what’s happened to my mom. Her murder is drama enough. Can’t you just help me be sure Dragon’s not there? We’ll deal with his issues later.”

Thanatos bowed her head slightly. “You have a valid point, and you are right to remind me. Your mother’s death is not the appropriate venue to test Dragon or to illuminate his failings. I shall see that he does not accompany us.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Thank me when the ritual and spellcasting is over. I’ve found quite often that the dead reveal things that should have been kept hidden from the living.”

And on that ominous note I left death’s classroom and made my way to the parking lot and to a future none of us would have been able to predict.

When the bell chimed to end first hour Neferet moved nonchalantly to the doorway of her classroom. Under the guise of saying good-bye to what was left of the class after Thanatos had culled it for her own special first hour, Neferet positioned herself so that she could watch the High Council member’s students as they departed.

Dallas, now would be a lovely time to orchestrate another altercation.

No sooner had the thought formed in her mind then the young red vampyre himself moved into her view. He wasn’t posturing or provoking. Neferet frowned. He and his ragged group of compatriots were slinking from Thanatos’s first hour as if they were dogs with their tails tucked between their legs.

Then Zoey’s group, minus Zoey, she noted, hurried from class all moving in the same direction. The same direction? Most of them had different second-hour classes. No matter how sheep-like they were, they should not all be traveling together.

Aurox emerged and Neferet smiled.

As if he could feel her gaze the vessel looked her way.

“Come to me,” she mouthed the words and gestured to her office. Neferet didn’t wait to see if the vessel complied. She knew he would do as commanded.

“Yes, Priestess,” he said, standing before her desk. “You called?”

“Did anything unusual happen first hour?”

“Unusual, Priestess?”

Neferet barely contained her irritation. Must he be so stupid? “Yes, unusual! I noticed Dallas and his group seemed unusually reserved, and many of the other students, those closest to Zoey Redbird, left together as if they had somewhere to go that was not their second-hour class.”

“Your observation is correct, Priestess. Thanatos intends to oversee Zoey and her circle performing a ritual so that she may then cast a spell invoking death. Her intent is for Zoey to witness the truth of her mother’s death and thereby to attain closure.”

“What?” Neferet felt as if her mind was going to explode.

“Yes, Priestess. Thanatos is using Zoey as an example of how all fledglings and vampyres can overcome the loss of a parent.”

Neferet lifted her hand, palm out, and the threads of Darkness swarmed to her. Aurox took a step back, obviously uncomfortable with her tumultuous emotions. She made a conscious effort to control herself and the sticky tendrils quieted.

“Where is this spellcasting taking place?”

“At the site of Zoey’s mother’s murder.”

Through clenched teeth Neferet managed to say, “When? When is this happening?”

“They are gathering to leave now, Priestess.”

“And you are quite certain Thanatos is accompanying them?”

“Yes, Priestess.”

“May all the immortals be damned!” Neferet almost spat the curse. “A reveal ritual. It must be accompanied by the casting of a very specific spell…” She drummed her pointed fingernails on her desk, thinking. “It would have to be earth-based, as it is within that specific plot of earth that the death would have been Imprinted. It is Stevie Rae then, and not Zoey who must be impeded.” She turned her attention back to Aurox. “This is my command: you will thwart this ritual and the casting of the death spell. Do whatever you must to stop it, even if you must kill, although I do not want the death to be one of the Priestesses.” She grimaced in annoyance. “Unfortunately, the price of a Priestess’s death is too costly, especially as I don’t have an equitable sacrifice to offer,” she muttered, almost to herself. Then she caught the vessel’s moonstone gaze with her own. “Do not kill a Priestess. I’d prefer no one realize you were there, but if you cannot stop the spell without giving yourself away, then do what you must. Your command is that the ritual and its spellwork go awry, so that Thanatos cannot reveal the manner of Zoey’s mother’s death. Do you understand me?”

“I do, Priestess.”

“Then get out of here and do as I command. If you are discovered do not expect me to rescue you. Expect me to forget we ever had this conversation.”

When he simply stood there staring at her, she said, “What is it? Why are you not already obeying my orders?”