Page 22 of Heart Shaped Wreckage
No… The room had grown cold.
Her eyes flew back in her head, and her image flickered as if she couldn’t get a good signal. Maiden, mother, crone, child – over and over again as the magic channeled through her.
Her body slowly stretched, and she levitated out of her chair and hovered a foot above the floor. She threw her head back and shrieked. I placed my hands over my ears. Heath stood there solemn and straight as a stone, but I could feel the tension in his body against mine.
“Wings that beat no more – awakes the beast within. A foolish witch who seeks himself – tears will be the key. Legion leader, once a friend – now a foe, but closely kin – seeking stones – swirling pool – blood makes everyone a fool. To find what you seek, the blood must leak. Forms shift to and fro; a hollow shaft will heal. But by the end, you must lose to ever hope to win. A last gasp and the choice is made – fate is done, and it’s too late. A choice to make for a lost mate.”
The light slowly leached from her body, and she slowly floated back to her chair.
“Please don’t let my house get destroyed,” the old woman croaked.
“MAGNUS!” The voice was so loud that it instantly gave me a headache. “I HAVE BEEN SEARCHING FOR YOU!”
“An angel comes with a sword and wings of fire.” She sighed and slowly dissipated in front of me.
“What the fuck?” I screamed.
“Get behind me,” Heath took a step in front of me and held his arms out as if he were going to protect me. Did she actually say an angel was coming?
The door literally flew off its hinges, and Heath swatted it aside. It crashed into darkness. The candles extinguished, and I felt something crawling by my feet.
“Something's on the floor,” I screamed.
“Moon Cat?” Heath sighed, and before I could understand what was about to happen. A light glowed so brightly from the door that I had to hold up my hand to stop it from blinding me.
Then…
It was like a hook caught me in the stomach, and all I knew was blackness.
I knew this, didn’t I? It had happened once before, but I couldn’t...
To say that I tumbled through the space-time continuum and into the side of a boulder would not be lying. I fell about three feet from a hole in the sky, and Heath tumbled on top of me with all of his weight.
I looked up, and a sword started coming through the gaping hole, which quickly shut, and a sword and a hand tumbled to the ground beside us.
Heath scooted away from it.
The hand caught on fire and disintegrated in front of us.
“I think I might pass out,” I mumbled.
Sadly, I did.
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HEATH
“Stupid fucking cat saved us,” I muttered as I brushed the dust off my clothes. “But where did he send us?”
I picked up Kevin and cradled him in my arms. There were things that a human should not see, and an angelic sword was one of them. I had known the voice even if I hadn’t heard it in millennia. Aurelius had come to find me for some reason. Why now? The angels had left this plane many, many years ago. They no longer hunted us and stayed in their heavenly lair.
I placed Kevin down on a soft patch of ground away from the flaming sword that now only simmered as its source of power was no longer connected to it.
Why now? What had I done? I hadn’t shown my true form for almost two thousand years. It made no sense. But if they had come for me, they would come for the others, wouldn’t they?
I needed to call Lamass.
I pulled my very broken phone from my pocket and hurled it against a rock. “FUCK!” What could I do? Nothing. I could do nothing. I didn’t even know where the fuck I was.
