Page 23 of Wings of The Wraith
“I’m a thing?” I shook my head at her.
“No, not like that. Thousands of years ago, our ancestors created a super being. They wanted to harness our abilities and become more powerful. Why limit yourself when you could have everything? They started trying to find ways of doing that, and the only way they could do it was to tamper with our genetic line. But it didn’t work with everyone. Only our blood line, and it was selective.”
“What did they do?” I was curious to know.
“They created a being called a syphon. One who could draw on the powers of anything they choose and use it for whatever purpose they want.”
Syphon. That’s what Dante called me.
“A syphon?”
“Yes, all you would have to do is touch someone and you’d have their powers. Someone, or something. You came into your powers late because you had a greater responsibility to carry. Different from the other witches in the clan. Your powers were bound until today. It was felt that you would have the level of maturity better suited to handle them.”
I stood up and folded my arms under my breasts.
“It’s all so... unreal. It sounds ridiculous Grandma.”
She stood too.
“This is a lot to take in, but we don’t have the luxury of time. Balmora’s visit to you tonight was an attempt to take you before we could get to you. I was supposed to come to you at midnight and give you a choice of living this life or continuing to live in the human realm. It wouldn’t change who you are, but it would give you a choice to do whatever would make you happy.”
“Great, let’s go. I want to go back to my world. To my home, God, even to my job I hate so much. I want to go there. I have a business to run and it’s doing really well.”
She looked sad for me and shook her head. “My dear girl.” She reached out and brushed her hands over my cheek. “If you go back now, you will be used as a vessel for evil. You will be used to unleash the biggest threat known to man, witch, vampire, angel, everyone.”
“What does that mean? What threat?”
“The hell god Razul. He has been trying to break free of the chains that have held him in hell for centuries, and it just might happen.” She blinked several times. “His followers found a way to weaken the sentinels by casting a spell on them. They are the beings that put him there, and the only ones strong enough to keep him there. In two days, the Star of Elena will show itself in all realms. The star contains unbelievable amounts of magic that only a syphon can harness in its’ entirety. They found out about you and plan to open the gates sealing him in hell using you. They want to use your abilities to syphon power enough to do that. And if that happens there will be no world to go back to.”
I couldn’t believe what she was saying to me. It was unreal and an outrage. It was...
Shocking and terrifying.
“I don’t know what to do. What do I do? Grandma, what do I do?”
“All we need you to do right now is get to the Cave of Endless Night in the Shadowlands. The cave has the ability to take away any kind of magical abilities and powers of anyone who goes inside.”
I blinked several times.
“You want me to go and sit in a cave?”
“Basically, yes. You aren’t strong enough to fight anyone, and this is the only way we can keep you safe. We hide you somewhere that no one can find you, and in a place where your magic can’t be detected.” She nodded with conviction. “It should be easy and hopefully error free.”
“Error free? I hate that nothing makes sense. You just expect me to believe and accept all of this? It’s too much. I don’t even know how I’ll get to this place.”
“The sentinel will take you.”
“I don’t even know what a sentinel is.”
“That would be my cue to take over, don’t you think?”thatvoice.
Suddenly Dante appeared in the room. He was wearing full black; his hair as ruffled as it was earlier and a long black leather jacket flew out behind him.
“I wanted a moment longer with her.” Grandma said.
“Time’s up. I think you’ve done quite enough. A heads up of what she was would have been nice, at least the sentinels would have been better prepared. Instead you hid her and you still want to hide her.” He snarled. “Although this time the idea is good.”
“Don’t talk like you’re still one of them,” she retorted.
