Page 90 of Revelations

Home.

Tears sprang in her eyes, blurring her vision until her lashes blinked them away.

Once lost, now I am found…

“Amazing Grace” played in her head just as clearly as if the bagpipes were stationed only a few feet away with a small child’s voice caressing the words from the wind itself.

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me.

I once was lost but now I’m found,

Was blind, but now I see.

‘Twas grace that taught my heart to fear,

And grace my fears relieved.

How precious did that grace appear

The hour I first believed.

Through many dangers, toils and snares,

I have already come,

‘Tis grace has brought me safe thus far

And grace will lead me home.

Yes, she was home.

Thomas had taken an educated guess at where she had been raised from the dead. There was an actual cemetery a few miles away, and he had assured her that it still existed. At least, his research indicated that to be true. After a good night’s sleep, he intended to drive back to Dublin and raid the Trinity College library.

She should probably go with him, but now that she was here…she didn’t want to leave. Her heart felt as if it were being pulled from her chest. The sensation urged her forward, away from the inn and toward the graveyard.

I wonder if Jasper never brought me back here for a reason? Maybe he thought that it was better for me to stay away.

Regardless, she was here now. Home.

Thomas took their bags out of the trunk and proceeded to go inside the inn. Watching him disappear into the house, Greylyn’s urge to venture around overcame her. Everything felt foreign, yet familiar.

She pivoted in a small circle, taking in the scenery. All sound disappeared, blocked out by an incessant humming from her own head.

She put one foot in front of the other, first slowly and then picking up speed until she was at a full run. The buildings faded away in a blur. Farther and farther she ran; past dairy farms, and sheep farms; past ancient-looking barns and a dilapidated windmill. Onward. The pulling in her chest led her, spurred her on.

Logically, Greylyn didn’t have a clue as to where she was going. However, her heart knew the way. Her memory might not recall one single fact about this place, but facts didn’t make a difference here. An innate knowing propelled her feet. To where, her mind would not acknowledge.

Jagged rocks threatened to trip her, but her legs knew their way up and over them without so much as a stumble. A stream, overflowing from recent rains, failed to stop her as she hurdled it with ease. Unbeckoned tears blurred her vision again, yet she didn’t need to see anything. She knew every rock, crevice, and tree grove. Blind faith drove her onward.

As she crested over a high hill, her feet suddenly failed her, no longer willing to go an inch forward. Heavily gasping for breath, she doubled over with a painful stitch stabbing her side.

All was pitch-black now, except for a gray tinge of clouds in the sky that obscured the stars and waning moon. Despite the lack of illumination, she knew exactly where she was. Blindfolded, she would’ve still known.

As if to prove her right, the moon broke through the clouds for just a couple of seconds; enough to clearly showcase the scene below her; a fenced-in square, not even a quarter mile in length and width. Small rocks and stick formations jutted out from the grass that had overgrown most makeshift monuments.

A heaviness beset her limbs, like her feet had been outfitted with concrete shoes. A lurching in her chest told her to notproceed, but to turn back. The breeze whistled a warning, “Do not pass.”

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