Page 136 of Crystal Iris
The secret to your power lies in the unknown
Seven sparkles separated by men
Always attracting, wondering when
Together, the unforgiven omen
Little dew drops, come down and wash my fears away
Let it fall, let it dry, let me say goodbye
Little shiny treasure, you hold more than you know
The secret to your power lies in the unknown
Heart you must give, heart’s blood
Brave the mist, don’t fear the flood
Heart you must give, heart’s blood”
She stops singing and starts shaking, convulsing. The man runs to the room and gives her some sort of shot, bringing her back to lie down. We stare at him, and he yells, “I said get out!” then he shoots through the ceiling.
This time, we listen.
Hoyt drives while Johanna cries, and I wish there’s something I can do or say.
When we arrive at the hotel, I order them water and food, but they don’t touch it.
“We can’t leave her there!” I hear Johanna saying when I come back inside.
“Johanna, he had a gun,” Hoyt says.
“Then we go to the police,” she replies.
“And say what? She’s our mother who abandoned us thirty years ago?” He takes a seat next to her.
“Do you think he’s her son? Our brother?” she asks him.
“Who knows.” Hoyt gets up to look out the window.
“The lullaby,” I ask him, “Was it the same one?”
He nods.
“When you sang it to me, when we were little, you skipped the blood part,” Johanna says to him.
Awena’s raspy voice replays in my head.
“There’s no blood part. Maybe she changed it, I don’t know—she obviously doesn’t seem well,” he tells us.
“She should be in a hospital,” Johanna says, trying to calm herself down.
“He doesn’t want our help,” Hoyt says, running his hands through his hair.
“We need to go back. Talk to him, Hoyt,” Johanna is almost begging.
“We are not going back there. I’m not risking our lives,” he tells her.
