Immortal prophecy, p.18
Immortal Prophecy, page 18
She cocked her head and raised her glass in a toast. “To whiskey making and prophecy fulfilling.”
He laughed and raised his glass to hers, the clink of crystal filled the room.
Ally took a sip made an appreciative sound. “I like that.” She surveyed the glass in her hand. “You’ve got good taste.”
He grinned and stared at Ally. “I do.”
She caught on to what he meant. He was talking about her and not the whiskey. She ducked her head. Would she ever stop feeling self-conscious around him? She changed the subject. There was something she’d been curious about. “How old are you?”
He considered his whiskey glass. “I’m two hundred and eighty years old.” He turned to Ally, gauging her reaction. She would have known that he was older than he looked, but she wouldn’t have realised just how old he was.
Ally’s mouth fell open and her eyes widened. “You’re two hundred and eighty years old,” she repeated incredulously.
“Give or take,” he said with a shrug.
“Wow,” she muttered aloud. “I’d guessed around a hundred.”
He laughed. “Afraid not.”
It was quite a shock, to say the least, but it didn’t bother her as much as she first thought. James stared at her, his expression one of concern. He needn’t be, she was fine now. “Old man,” she joked.
The relief that ran through him was visible. “So, you’re not bothered?”
“I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t surprised, but no, it doesn’t bother me,” she answered honestly. “So, how old is Gran?”
“She’s about two hundred and twenty.”
“God, I’m newborn compared to the both of you.”
He laughed. “Now would you like to see the prophecy as promised?”
She nodded her head eagerly. She truly was curious to read it, it’s not every day you find a five-hundred-year-old prophecy written about you.
Staring into the fire, Ally lost herself in her thoughts for a moment. A few minutes had gone by when his words brought her out of the daze that had claimed her. “Here it is,” he said, holding a yellowed piece of parchment that had been rolled into a scroll and tied with a red ribbon. It looked so old and fragile. She was nervous to touch it in case it disintegrated in her hands.
James couldn’t help the wide smile that spread across his face as he sat down and took in her expression. “It won’t fall apart, I promise. It’s not as fragile as it looks.”
He held out the scroll for her to take. She gazed at it, and then looked at James, taking the scroll slowly, just in case. When she was confident it was sturdy enough to be handled, Ally pulled the ribbon to set the paper free and unrolled it.
She was surprised at first by the way it was written. Ally had been expecting detailed paragraphs, but instead it was filled with verses written in the most intricate writing she had ever seen. She read the words that had sealed her fate.
From the bloodshed she will rise,
The granddaughter of a warrior lost,
Born under the cover of darkness,
Hidden from prying eyes,
She will bear the mark of a lunar eclipse.
Immortals will spread far and wide,
She will bring them back,
No more reason to hide,
Destiny has chosen this one,
But out of fear,
She will try to run.
The Chosen One must have faith,
Or all will be lost,
The Dark One will rule the land.
She can win this battle,
But only by her hand.
The Elder Council will rise once more,
One by one,
Six will heed the call.
Nothing like you would expect,
These are yours to revere and protect.
One who knows what she is not told,
One to fight the battles foretold,
One to feel what is not hers,
One from the world which we protect,
One from the enemies which we chase.
And the Chosen One,
Who they will embrace.
When the council has risen,
It is time to strike,
Gather your army,
And go to the fight.
Courage will win the day,
But only if she has chosen to stay.
Ally finished reading and let her hands drop to her lap with the scroll in them. She sat there for a moment taking it all in. “It’s very cryptic,” she said. “How do we find these council members when we don’t even know who or what they are?”
“We don’t know for certain who or what they are but read it again and see if you can work out what they might be,” he instructed.
Ally looked at him and pulled her eyebrows together, then picked up the scroll and read it aloud, one line at a time to work it. “Ok so the first one, ‘One who knows what she is not told.’ that could be a psychic, right?”
“Yes,” James said, motioning for her to continue.
“‘One to fight the battles foretold.’ Could that be a warrior like Damian was?”
James nodded. “Most likely.”
“Ok, so next we have, ‘One to feel what is not hers.’” Ally sat pondering that one for a second, then her face lit up as she remembered something Adele had told her. “An empath. That must be an empath, right?”
James smiled at her again. “Yes, an empath.”
Ally was proud of herself. She didn’t decipher old prophecies every day. “And ‘One from the world which we protect.’ Ok well that’s a human.”
“Yes. The next one.”
“You worked this out already, haven’t you?” she asked.
“Sort of. But nothing is certain, it’s all guess work.”
“Hmm, I guess so. So next, ‘One from the enemies which we chase.’ vampire, right?”
Again, James nodded.
“But how could there be a vampire on our side? That doesn’t make much sense.”
“You’re right, it doesn’t. However, it’s in the prophecy, so somehow I’m willing to bet we’ll have a vampire on our side.”
Ally squirmed a little at the idea of trusting a vampire. “I’m not loving that idea to be honest, but what choice is there.” She shrugged.
“I don’t like the idea any more than you, but it’s in the prophecy and so far, everything has happened, so I’ll bet we’ll have to get used to the idea.”
Ally agreed, but she was still uneasy. She looked at the scroll again to read the last line. “This one is easy, ‘And the Chosen One.’ That is obviously me. So, a psychic, a warrior, an empath, a human, a vampire, and myself.”
Ally took a deep breath and made a humph sound. “So, once the council is formed, that is the time to strike, right?”
“According to that, yes.”
“So, what do we do now? Are we supposed to be out looking for them or are they going to come to us?”
“I’m not sure. I’ve thought about it many times, but I still don’t know.”
“There’s more I want to know, but we have to think about tomorrow before we go solving this problem,” she said motioning to the scroll in her hand.
James leaned in and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. “True.”
“So, what kind of defences do I have against the vampires, should we find them tomorrow?”
He gazed at her with sadness in his eyes and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear. She sighed inwardly at the loving intimate gesture. “To be honest, my love, you may not have any. You’re only half immortal, and we haven’t had time to put your abilities to the test to discover what you have, or if they would be useful against the vampires.”
He was concerned, it radiated out of him.
“Then we have to adapt and work around it. Is there anything we could do tonight to test it out?”
He studied her for a moment. An idea struck. “Maybe,” he said, testing the idea in
“What is it? Don’t keep me in suspense,” she urged him on.
He liked her enthusiasm for the potential plan, but he wasn’t sure if it was a good one or not. She was right though, they needed to know if she had any defences. “I’m not sure that this will work, but it’s the best idea I have right now. We can try a few different things and see what you can do. We’ll start with something easy, so I can gauge where you are at.”
“I’m ready,” she sat up straight eager to start.
Studying her for a moment he said, “You’ll need to trust me, Ally.” He paused. “Do you trust me?”
“With my life,” she said without hesitation.
He nodded. “Then let’s begin.”
“I’ll test your ability to read my mind first,” he explained. “It’s a handy skill when fighting a vampire. If you can get inside their head, then you can predict their next move before they’ve made it. It’ll give you the advantage every time. The problem we face is they possibly can do the same but regardless it’s a good talent to master.”
She nodded, taking in all the information.
“I want you close to your eyes and block out everything. Your mind needs to be blank. Can you do that?”
“I can try.” Ally closed her eyes and blocked everything out except James. It seemed impossible to blank him out.
He continued, “Now I want you to mentally reach out to my mind. It sounds more complicated than it is and the more you do it the more natural it’ll become.”
She focused on James’ mind, and she imagined a line running from her mind to his. It seemed to work because her mind pushed at something.
James sat opposite her. His face lit up when he felt the mental push, she could do it. He shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t want to interrupt her by telling her he was so proud of her, but he was.
Ally smiled widely when the thoughts came through. She’d done it and was immensely proud of herself. An image of herself at the ball in the scarlet dress that’d belonged to her mother, and her grandmother before her, formed in her mind. She wondered how old the dress was now she knew how old her grandmother really was. Just then the image dropped, and she saw James grab her by the throat. She reacted instantly and threw her arm up to block him. She connected with his arm, and her eyes flew open. “What the hell?” She met his stare and saw the pride in his eyes. She relaxed. He’d said she needed to trust him, and this was why. She didn’t need to be scared, he was testing her. Once she’d opened her eyes and made eye contact with him, she realised she was safe.
“I did it!” she cried and threw herself at him.
He caught her and joined in her laughter. “Aye, little one, you did.”
“I can’t believe it. I didn’t think I’d be able to.” She pulled back and sat on her knees.
“Have more faith in yourself,” he said. “You will be one talented little immortal.”
She flushed with pleasure at her his compliment. “So, what’s next?” she asked eagerly.
“I’ll keep testing your ability to read my mind when you aren’t ready for it. I have no intention of hurting you, and I won’t, but the vampires will. You need to be able to do this without a moment’s notice.”
She nodded in agreement, and he continued. “Next we need to test your reflexes. They’re vital in any battle. You need to think on your feet, react quickly and adjust your plan at a second’s notice. Remember this isn’t just any enemy. A vampire can move faster than the blink of an eye as can immortals. However, you’re at a disadvantage for now, so you need to do something that will throw them off balance and give you a chance to run or stay and fight. I’d prefer running, but I’m aware you won’t do that, so I need to make sure you have as much information at your fingertips as possible.”
She smiled at his comment. He knew her well enough to admit she wouldn’t run from a battle.
“Pick your fights well. Even I’ll turn tail if I’m out manoeuvred unless it’s vital I stay and fight. This afternoon was a perfect example of being at a disadvantage and turning.”
“Would you have done that if I wasn’t there?” she asked.
“I would have stayed and fought.”
“So, I was the disadvantage?”
He shook his head firmly. “It was the situation not you. My job is to keep you safe.”
She still did not seem convinced.
“Look at me, Ally.”
She glanced up and was greeted by warm eyes filled with love and concern. “I will keep you safe at all costs. I don’t care if it means running away, that’s what I’ll do, every time.”
“No, you won’t,” she replied. “When the time comes, you must let me face a battle on my own no matter the cost. My safety won’t be the number-one priority, fulfilling the prophecy will be the goal.”
One day it would come to that, but he intended for her to be completely prepared. He would not sit back and watch his soulmate die. But this was now, and they needed to focus on the task at hand, not the future battles.
“We need to stay focused on the problems of now. We can deal with the prophecy when it comes, but I won’t lose you, Ally. Damn the consequences.”
She was touched. How could she not be, hearing he loved her so much? But he would see in time that this was bigger than them.
“How do we test my reflexes?” she asked, changing the subject.
He held out his hand, palm facing up.
“Watch my hand,” he said, as a ball of white light appeared to hover above his palm.
She looked on in amazement. “How did you do that?”
“I’ll explain it later when you have the ability. This is just a harmless ball of light. We can create fireballs, and running with the theory the vampires now have our abilities, you will have to be able to dodge them.”
She shook her head in confusion. “How am I supposed to dodge a fireball?”
“Instinct,” he said, and then continued. “I’m going to throw this at you, it won’t hurt. Try to dodge it.”
She shrugged. “I’ll try.”
He gave her no warning and threw the ball straight at her heart, which is where the vampires would aim. For an immortal, it would just wound them, but for a human, it would be fatal.
She instinctively threw her hand out to shield herself, and the ball of light bounced off, hit the wall and then dissolved into nothing. James stared blankly at what he’d just seen, his mouth hung open and his mind was racing with questions.
“How did you do that?” he asked, stunned.
“I have no idea,” she answered. “Why? Was that bad?”
He threw another one without warning, and she held up her hand with the same result.
“What the hell was that for?” she squealed.
“An experiment,” he said, turning the information over in his mind. “That shouldn’t happen, it should just dissolve the second it touches something. It bounced right off you,” he said, rubbing his chin.
“Would the same thing happen with a fireball?” she asked.
“I don’t know and we aren’t finding out,” he said with a severity that showed he wouldn’t be discussing it further.
She rolled her eyes at his obstinacy. “Think of what we could do if it did. The vampires wouldn’t see it coming.”
He saw the excitement forming in her eyes and cut the idea dead in its tracks. “Not a chance, lass.”
Not one to give in, Ally called his bluff and said, “If you don’t do it, then I’ll find someone else that will.”
He loved her attitude, but it wasn’t worth the risk. “I’ll kill anyone who tries.”
“No, you won’t,” she scoffed.
James pinned her with a hard glare, and she realised that he would. “Ok, so you would. Consider the possibilities. What if you aim it off to the side of me that way we won’t cause any damage?”
“Except to my house,” he said dryly.
She looked around. “That’
“No, Ally. I’m not doing it.”
Anger rose inside her. She was the one at a disadvantage, and he was holding back. This might be an amazing discovery they’d stumbled upon, and he wouldn’t test the theory. The vampires would be waiting for him to aim at them. If the immortals could aim at her, and she could deflect them, it would be the advantage they needed.
She held her palm out. “This isn’t fair James. You can do this cool fireball thing,” her voice was getting higher with each word, the anger rising with every breath. “And I might be able to deflect it and save my own life, and you won’t even test the theory.”
Ally watched as his eyes widened into saucers. The surprise upon his face confused her until she caught sight of a flickering flame and looked down at her hand. To her great surprise and astonishment, there was a fireball floating above her hand. She stared blankly for a moment then squealed and threw it, without thinking about which direction it would go. It went straight for James. He jumped out of the way so fast she barely saw him move. Her hands flew out to her mouth, and then she stared wide-eyed at the open window where the fireball had exited the room.
She looked back to James with horror in her eyes. “I’m so sorry.”
He looked at her, then the window in his bedroom, and laughter bubbled out of his throat and spilled into the room.
“I could have killed you and you’re laughing,” she said horrified.
“I’m sorry, Ally, but the look on your face was too much.” He collected himself and continued, “How did you do that?”
She shrugged. “I was furious, and then I looked down, and there it was.” She inspected her hand for any potential damage. “I didn’t mean to throw it at you, but I thought my hand was on fire and flicked it,” she said sheepishly.
“I know you didn’t mean to Ally, but you’re lucky I can move quickly,” he said reassuring her he wasn’t angry.
“We should take a break from testing my abilities,” she said. “Who knows what other damage I might do?”
“If that’s what you want, but we are making progress.”
“Throwing random fireballs is progress?” she asked as she sat down on the couch.
He walked over and sat down next to her. “Discovering that you can throw fireballs is the progress.”
by Samantha Adams / Romance / Science Fiction & Fantasy / Young Adult have rating 4 out of 5 / Based on32 votes