Page 39 of Goddess of Storms

"From what I see your story checks out. Who is this Harper, the redhead is moaning about?"

"His cat, she ran away before we came out here to hike." I shrug.

Harper

The more I struggle the weaker I become. Each time I try to remove the necklace, the weaker I am.Where the fuck did they come up with something to cage me?It is a small trinket and yet I am stuck.

"Where are you taking me?" I demand.

"Home,” the one in the passenger seat replies.

"Really? Home? Let me go! If you don't, once I get this necklace off, I will destroy you and your home," I state.

The pair of them laugh.Are they fucking serious? Do they really have a clue who I am?My blood boils and my power surges enough that I have hope that I will be able to get this blasted thing off me.

My head aches. I gingerly run my fingers over the spot where I hit the window. A goose egg has started to form. Leaning on my palm, I close my eyes and focus, willing all my power towards the tiny prison on my chest. What little I have left I pray to my father to make my bolt straight and true. When my collective of energy and power hits the metal it sizzles. I'm now able to touch it, I lift it to my view and notice the mark where my bolt broke the powers.

If they don't check the necklace when we arrive, I will bide my time and let my powers restore themselves until it's the perfect moment to strike.

Satisfied with my handiwork, I close my eyes but don’t really relax. This headache has to go. Sleep has always been the best cure for it.

Stone

I come to and the lights above me are blinding, the fluorescents flicker and tell me what I already know. I'm in a hospital room.

"It's about time. You looked like Sleeping Beauty, but there was no fucking way that I was going to kiss you to wake you," Nile pipes up.

"Keep your filthy mouth away from me," I joke. "How's Phoenix?"

"He had to have a couple of stitches, but he is fine. We were lucky, if they had gone any faster when they rammed into us, you two would have died. They were after Harper and they have her. Can you get your ass out of that bed and help me?"

There is a seriousness in his eyes, determination, like I have never seen before.

"I'm always up for a fight, but can you get me some clothes? I don't think my ass hanging out the back of this gown will do much more than scare them off." I laugh.

"Fuck, that would have me running for the hills."

"Har har. Get the clothes. What about Phoenix? Will he fight?" I question.

"He was my next stop once you were up. I have no doubt that he'll take up arms and help us get our girl back," he assures me.

"Let's blow this popsicle stand." I smirk, slowly rising to my feet.

"Dude, ass," is all he says as he leaves my room.

Harper

After driving for what seems like days, as the sun sets, we pull into a long drive. They slow their speed on the gravel, coming to a stop at a large wooden barrier, along with giant gates in the middle.

Two suits exit a little door that's located on the side of the gates, they check the vehicle and nod to the driver as the whine of the gates sounds as they open.

Laying behind them is a mini town, we travel down their main street complete with a grocery store.What the fuck? How is all this hidden away from everyone?These people are serious about themselves. The whole thing is normal until we get to the middle and what seems to be a town hall.

There, staring at me, is a giant statue of me.Shit, did not all my memories come back?I remember a few encounters with this cult, but never more than a few glances and scares when they tried to take me the first time.

"Who are you taking me to?" I demand.

No answer.

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