P. Cast - Destined

Darkness does not always equate to evil; light does not always bring good. See with true sight, child … see with true sight …

Nyx’s voice filled my mind and I knew what I had to do. I lifted the seer stone from where it hung between my breasts, drew a deep breath, and looked through it at Aurox.

Seen through the stone the boy’s body radiated a moonstone glow from its center, near his heart. The glow expanded until it shielded Aurox completely. And then I realized what the glow actually was—it was the image of another body, one that was ghostly, ethereal, and it wasn’t so much shielding Aurox as overshadowing him because it was so bright.

And familiar.

“Heath!” I screamed his name. Aurox, already partially changed into the creature, swung his head around to look at me. The glowing vision of Heath moved with him and, just for an instant, our gazes met. I saw Heath’s eyes widen in surprise. “Earth!” I borrowed from the elemental energy Stevie Rae had already manifested. “Protect Aurox. Don’t let Stark and Darius hurt him!” Some of the green glow that hovered around Rephaim spread through the ground and then lifted in front of Aurox, forming a wall between him and the two Warriors.

“Zoey, what in the hell are you doing?” Stark said, trying to get around the wall of protection.

“I know what I’m doing,” I told Stark, but my gaze never left Aurox. But Aurox wasn’t human anymore. The creature was fully formed and the image of Heath was gone. The beast roared with rage and agony and despair, dropped his head, and charged directly at me.

I know it was moronic, but I didn’t move. Instead I kept staring into his eyes and sounding way more calm and certain than I felt as I said, “You won’t hurt me. I know you won’t.”

At the last instant Aurox veered to the side. Missing my body by inches, he passed so close to me that I could smell the blood and death on him, and feel the brush of his skin. Then he disappeared into the night.

I don’t know whether it was adrenaline or stupidity that had kept me on my feet up ’til then, but both suddenly deserted me and I went down smack on my butt. The green wall disappeared and Stark ran to me.

“Are you hurt? Are you okay? What the hell is wrong with you?” Stark crouched beside me and fired questions at me as he ran his hands all over my body. “Are you bleeding?”

I grabbed his hands, holding tight to him, hoping he couldn’t tell how badly my own hands were shaking. “I’m fine. Really.”

“You’re stupid. Really,” Aphrodite said, looking down her nose at me. “Seriously, Z. It’s either that or you’re delusional. Bullboy is not Heath.”

“Hell no he’s not Heath,” Stark said, looking at Aphrodite like she’d lost her mind.

So he didn’t hear me. Good, maybe no one else heard me. I can handle Aphrodite. Later. Just then I ignored her, which was easy because Grandma was hurrying up looking as worried as Stark. “Did he harm you?”

I tugged on Stark’s hands and he helped me up. Then I hugged Grandma. “No, I’m okay.”

She gave me a reassuring squeeze and didn’t call me stupid. Instead she said, “Rephaim is not.”

“Uh-oh.” Damien, Erin, and Shaunee had joined Stevie Rae where she knelt at Rephaim’s side. We started over to them. Under her breath, Aphrodite said, “This is gonna be bad. Really bad.”

I meant to keep my eyes from looking at Dragon’s body, but they didn’t listen to me. He’d fallen not far from Rephaim. Just seeing his face I would have thought he was sleeping. I mean, except for the trickle of blood from the corner of his mouth he actually looked more at peace than he had since Anastasia’s death. It was his body that was a disaster. Both arms had wounds in them. Aurox’s horn had ripped through the fabric of his pants leaving one of his thighs a hamburger meat–looking mess. His chest was a terrible thing to see. His ribs had splintered around the hole. From his chest down, blood was everywhere.

I was standing there, staring, when Thanatos’s velvet cloak swirled into view. She’d unclasped the brooch that held it over her shoulders and, with a flourish, the High Priestess covered Dragon’s body. She had an odd expression on her face, and I was trying to figure out what was going on, when she spoke.

“You may move on now. You were destined to either die this night with your oath reclaimed, your path true—or to emerge from this night with your body alive, but your spirit dead to all that is honorable.” Thanatos smiled, and I realized her expression looked odd because she was talking to the air above Dragon’s body. “By sacrificing yourself for Rephaim you found mercy again, and through it, our Goddess.” Thanatos made a sweeping gesture up with her arm, and I thought she looked incredibly graceful and totally beautiful. “There is your path. Move on to the Otherworld and your new future.”

Then I gasped as the sky above Thanatos shivered. Night parted and a familiar tree came into view. It was green and lush, a rowan and hawthorn twined together. The pieces of cloth that were tied to its massive umbrella of branches kept changing colors and lengths as they waved gently in a warm breeze that smelled of earth and moss and springtime.

“The Goddess’s hanging tree,” Stark whispered.

“You can see it, too?” I murmured to him.

“Yeah,” he said.

“So can I,” Aphrodite said.

“As can I,” Darius said—and all around me my friends nodded and whispered and stared in wonderment as a girl stepped from behind the tree. She was blond and smiling, and looked super gorgeous in a long skirt the color of blue topaz that had glass beads and shells and white leather fringe all around its hem and the neckline of the sleeveless, matching top. She was carrying a single sunflower.

“It’s Anastasia!” Damien said.

“She’s so young,” I blurted, and then closed my mouth, worried that I’d say something to shatter the vision.

But Anastasia didn’t seem to see us. Her attention was completely captivated by the young man who strode into view. His hair was long and thick and tied back and his brown eyes sparkled with unshed tears.

“It’s Dragon,” Shaunee said.

“No,” Thanatos corrected her. “It’s Bryan, her Bryan.”

The young Bryan Lankford touched Anastasia’s face reverently. “My own,” he said.

“ My own,” she said. “I knew you would find yourself again.”

“And in doing so, I found you.” Smiling, he pulled her into his arms and as their lips met the sky shimmered again and the doorway to the Otherworld closed.

Stark handed me a balled-up Kleenex he pulled from his jeans pocket. I blew my nose.

“Is Rephaim gonna die now, too?”

Stevie Rae’s question pulled us firmly back to earth. I turned to see that she was still kneeling beside Rephaim. I was close enough now to see that he was bleeding from a deep gash in his head. He looked pale and still—too still.

“Your affinity is Death,” Stevie Rae continued. Wiping tears from her face with the back of her hand, she stared at Thanatos. “So, tell me the truth. Is Rephaim gonna die?”

There was a giant whooshing sound and Kalona dropped from the sky. Stark and Darius instantly raised their weapons and moved to stand between Aphrodite and me, and the immortal. But Kalona didn’t even glance at us. He hurried to Rephaim.

“You’re too late!” Stevie Rae yelled at him. “I called, but you came too late.”

Kalona looked from his son to Stevie Rae. “I did not hesitate. I came at your call.” Then he utterly shocked me by kneeling beside Stevie Rae. Slowly, he reached around her and touched his son’s face. “He lives.”