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I was told that my chapters were too long so I made the fourth chapter in two parts, if that's better. Please comment, I hope it will clear up a few misunderstandings for those of you who were confused. Thanks again for the constructive reviews!!
Tanya
Chapter 4
Rhee hadn’t moved from her seated position on the floor. Head bowed, her favourite doll clutched to her chest, her shoulders wracked with silent sobs. Meghan watched Rhee, painfully aware of being unable to comfort her daughter. She had agreed with her husband’s decision to avoid letting Rhee in on the conversation of his death, but now she wondered if it was the best decision. At least her siblings had had time to come to grips with the upcoming loss of their father. Rhee’s anguish was both for the loss of her father and because she hadn’t been given the chance to say goodbye. Orion had loved all his children but Rhee had been his very special girl. Daddy’s little girl. They should have understood that she was smart enough to comprehend the concept of death and that Daddy was now in a better place. Having underestimated her, she was now grieving alone.
Heart broken, Meghan stooped to retrieve her daughter and cradled her against her breast.
“It’s okay baby,” Meghan whispered soothingly, “let it all out, just cry, you will feel better afterwards.” She kissed her daughter gently on the forehead, her cheeks, kissing and holding her until, finally, Rhee fell into an exhausted sleep in her mother’s arms. Even in sleep, silent tears traced down the little girl’s cheek. Meghan raised weary eyes to the Heavens, praying to the Gods for relief for her daughter’s pain, unaware it was the Gods who had caused the grief.
* * *
Sitting at Drake’s huge dining room table with a hot mug of coffee warming her hands, Aya finally felt herself relax. Her questions would finally be answered, tonight.
“I don’t know which memories you have of our father,” Drake began, “but I assume you know of the prophecy?”
“Which prophecy? The one about his descendant?” Aya asked
“Yes, that one.” Morgana answered.
“What prophecy?” Tristan frowned.
“You know what they say about assuming, Drake,” said Bart, “you make an ass-out-of-you-and-me . . . ing.” Bart laughed so hard tears streamed down his face. Drake cut him a look.
“How could you not know about the prophecy?” Rosalina snapped. “It was passed down from generation to generation from parent to infant from the moment Rhee gave birth . . .”
“Maybe because,” Tristan cut in, “I was abandoned by my parents as an infant and whoever was suppose to pass down this prophecy failed miserably,” he finished his voice hard.
He glared at Rosalina, his face chiselled in stone; hard, unforgiving. She was equally glaring at him; she seemed angry that he didn’t know about the prophecy. Aya stared at them both. She knew Tristan wouldn’t back down first. Finally, Rosalina turned her eyes away and Tristan looked down at the table. He was flexing his fists. Aya was surprised to realise she wanted to link her fingers through Tristan’s to comfort him. She knew, though, he wouldn’t accept the comfort she offered. Instead, she searched for his gaze and when he met hers she gave him a small smile, hoping he’d understand the thought. Aya looked up to find Drake giving Rosalina a hard stare.
“Who is Rhee?”
“Our little sister.” Rosalina replied bitterly.
What is her problem? Aya wondered as she stared at the blonde woman.
“The prophecy goes,” Morgana’s soft voice filled the room, easing the tension, “that for several centuries a war will wage between the clans and the Gods. Only a descendant of Orion’s last child will be able to bring an end to the war because he or she will have inherited all of Orion’s tremendous powers. He was, after all, the God of creation.”
“So which one of you is the last child?” Tristan asked. “I mean, I know you’re quadruplets but who was born last?
“I am the last born of the quadruplets” A deep voice answered and all eyes turned to Bart. “But the child of the prophecy spoke of our little sister Henrietta. Rhee.”
“So, who are the clans? What are the clans?” Aya asked.
“We are,” Drake said. “I’m head of the Vampire clan, Rosalina of the Angel clan, Morgana, the Witches and Bart, the Werewolves.”
“Whoa!” Aya said.
“No way!” Tristan growled. “That can’t be. Impossible!”
“I believe them.” Aya said and she turned to Tristan.
He studied her. “Why?”
“I . . . I dreamt of Drake . . . he was . . . well . . . The night I met you. I had dreamt of him biting someone. That’s how . . . how I knew.” Why did she feel so uncertain of herself? Why did she feel she must justify herself to Tristan? She was just explaining what she saw, what she knew. A thought occurred to her. “Wait a minute, is that why I’ve dreamt of Orion my whole life? Because of this prophecy?”
“If you are the descendant, it stands to reason he would have transmitted his memories to you.”
“But I’ve dreamt of him too, what’s that supposed to mean?”
“We think there’re actually two descendants.” Drake watched them for their reactions. They weren’t long in coming.
“No way! The prophecy never mentioned two!”
“But it makes sense, doesn’t it? You’ve dreamt of one another your whole lives and of Orion also.”
“Here we go with the dreams again. Care to explain?” Tristan cocked a brow.
Drake sighed. “We felt Aya’s birth some twenty something years ago . . .
“Twenty-one years, five months, three days, two hours and fifty-five seconds ago, to be precise.” Bart grinned. “But who’s counting?”
“Get a life, little brother.” Rosalina glared.
“Who are you calling ‘little’, tiny?”
Rosalina growled so menacingly Aya actually leaned back in her chair, away from the Angel. Bart looked unafraid; he winked at her.
Drake simply stared at them with a mixture of amusement and frustration. This kind of argument seemed habitual for him. “As I said, we felt her birth and we cheered, happy to have found our descendant. A few months ago, we felt you, suddenly, Tristan.
Tristan nodded, distracted. He raised his eyes to Bart. “When exactly did you feel her birth?”
Bart repeated, puzzled by Tristan’s question. Tristan turned his head sharply to Aya. “Your birthday is December 25th? You’re a Christmas baby?”
“Well, yeah. What’s it to you?”
“So am I.” He murmured as he stared at her.
“And it was this past Christmas that we felt you, Tristan.” Morgana informed them.
“But what does it all mean?” Aya looked around the table, searching for an answer.
“The way we see it; you two are irrevocably connected. The dreams, the memories, the birthmarks and now the shared birth date, everything makes sense!”
“Coincidence.” Tristan spat the word.
“Karma.” Morgana said softly.
It was obvious Aya believed it was Karma. It was there in her eyes. Tristan pulled his gaze away from hers. He knew what her eyes were trying to convey: that he hadn’t believed in her and she had turned out real and that maybe she and he were meant to believe in each other.
Uncomfortable with the discussion, wanting to change the subject, Tristan cocked a brow. “So what is it exactly that you four expect of us?” Unexpected silence met his question. “Anyone care to answer?”
The siblings glanced at one another then once again, Drake, who seemed to be the leader, spoke, “We do not expect anything from you but we hope you will help us.”
“It would be nice to know what you need help with.” Tristan stated. Aya leaned forward in anticipation.
Bart took over the conversation. “For as long as we can remember, since our father’s death, we have fought Gods. We have no idea why they began attacking us and attacking Rhee but we have not known a quiet period in centuries.”
“This is where you two come in.” Morgana continued. “The prophecy says that you two will help us stop the war and bring peace back to our clans.”
“But how?” Aya spoke up.
“By training you to fight and to use your magic.” Rosalina said gruffly.
“Our magic.” Aya snorted. “It won’t be much use to you, it only reacts when one of us is in danger. So unless you plan on baiting one of us to the Gods . . .” She shot them a look. “You won’t, right?”
“No.” Drake chuckled. “That isn’t the plan but we do plan on spending every available hour with you, training and practicing.”
“My question is: why would we help you?”
Four sets of eyes locked on his face. Morgana’s eyes were wide and her mouth hung slightly open. Rosalina was grinding her teeth while her eyes flashed furiously and Bart simply stared at him with an amused expression on his face. Tristan could feel Drake study him and he turned to the Vampire, holding his gaze. Anything to avoid confronting Aya who he felt was searching his face. He released the breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding when he noticed her turn to the quadruplets and say, “Tristan’s right, why would we help you? I mean, I’m all for helping a good cause, but is this a good one? All we have is your word that the Gods have been trying to kill you, we have no proof. We do not know you or them and we do not trust you. Who says that they aren’t the good guys and you four are setting us up?”
Tristan turned to Aya. She was siding with him! He couldn’t believe it, he had thought he’d face all five of them alone.
“They tried to kill you!” Rosalina’s voice was sharp.
Aya slowly shook her head from side to side. “Not really, no. The facts are that I actually dreamt of Drake killing an innocent. Then I dreamt of Drake meeting Tristan and getting attacked and that’s woke up and ran to them and subsequently saved their lives. But I have no proof that the God was after Tristan or Drake. Maybe the man had a vision of what would happen to him was trying to get to him during a moment of distraction.”
“But he attacked you afterwards!” Rosalina slammed her small fist on the table.
“Wouldn’t you? He perceived me as a threat and he had to eliminate the threat.”
Tristan felt his hands close into tight fists at the indifferent way Aya spoke of ‘eliminating the threat’. It was her life she was talking about! He mentally shook himself wondering why he reacting this way. Frightened by his reactions to her words, he forced himself to continue listening.
“As far as I’m concerned, you four are as much a threat to us as the Gods. Even more so because you know far more about us than they seem to.”
“But Loki . . .” Morgana’s voice trailed off.
“Loki, what? He attacked while Drake went to get Aya. It might have been Drake he was targeting and Aya was at the wrong place at the wrong time.” The look in Aya’s eyes as she glanced at him said, “Took you enough time to come back in the conversation you started yourself.” He bit back a smile, she was right, after all.
“So, where does that leave us?” Bart interjected. “You don’t trust us and you don’t trust the Gods. If I’m not mistaken, you don’t even trust each other. We need you but you don’t need us. True? Only . . .”
Drake picked up where Bart left off. “Only, whether or not you can trust us isn’t really the issue or not, neither is the question of whether the Gods were attacking me or you. No, the problem is that they now know of your existence and it stands to reason that they will try to get to you. Unlike us, they will not try to get to you through dreams and other harmless avenues. They will appear, demand that you follow them and if you do not cooperate they will snatch you or one of your loved ones away.”
“Well, I’ve never been so grateful to have no one in my life of any importance.” There was a hint of arrogance in his voice that was quickly washed away at Drake’s next words.
“You may not, but Aya does. Aya? Is there anyone else but your parents the Gods could get to, someone who means much to you?” Drake’s voice was soft as he studied her pale features.
“I . . . My grand-parents . . . They are all dead, but besides my parents there’s . . .” Her eyes widened. “Becky! My best friend Becky!”
“Listen.” Drake’s voice was quiet but forceful. “You do not know us, do not trust us, which is understandable. We’ve watched over you both and therefore, we feel like we know you and we can trust you. But you two are going to have to decide which of us you feel is the lesser of two evils. First let me explain a thing or two to you. The Gods are old, very old and very powerful. They were created by Orion to serve humans in different functions. The sun and moon rise and set for the humans but by the Gods. The grass grows and the wind blows and the rain falls because of the Gods. Some Gods were created specifically to care for the earth, others only the humans. A group of Gods were created and my father called them the Mind Gods. Their job was to keep humans evolving constantly and to keep them sane and generally healthy.”
“Doctor Gods?” Aya cut in, puzzled.
“Not quite. They prevented world-wide spread and diseases that could kill entire populations but they did not heal people individually. If a plague were to spread, they would plant the antidote’s formula in a specific person who would ‘discover’ it and release it, saving the world. They are also behind the greatest inventors in time, the greatest minds. The world needed human heroes and they were the minds behind them. Even brilliant minds like Hitler and Napoleon.”
“So, what happened with the Gods? Obviously they’re still alive because we’ve fought two, but why is the world in such chaos?”
Morgana, who finally found her voice again said, “We don’t know for sure because we’ve never been in friendly terms with them, but it seems that everything went downhill after our father’s death. Either they weren’t motivated to work for their creator anymore or because they were being influenced by another entity with bad intentions, we don’t know. What we do know is that at some point, they stopped helping the humans out and left to themselves, after being guided their whole lives, they threw the world in the state you now know.”
“I still don’t get the point. You want us to repair what’s been done? We’ve never known it any other way, what’s it to us?”
Tristan could almost hear Rosalina grinding her teeth at his question. “Maybe it means nothing to you but your girlfriend here might think differently.” She locked eyes with Aya. “Maybe you didn’t fully understand what my brother was saying about the Minds Gods so let me be more specific: they have control over minds, human minds. If you do not learn to block yours, they could use you to kill us all. Seeing how you don’t know us, maybe you don’t care whether they use you to kill us. But keep this in mind: they could control you and force you to kill your parents and your friend Becky and her parents. They could force you to bear helpless witness while your own hand raises a hand and slashes down in . . .” As Rosalina spoke, vivid images flashed in both Aya and Tristan’s brain: a knife, blade glinting in the pale moonlight, the knife slashing down, a cut-off scream, the metallic smell of blood permeating the air . . .
“Stop it!” Aya cried out, taking her head in her hands.
“Rosalina!”
“Enough!” Tristan growled at the same time as Aya and Drake cried out. “Can’t you see you’ve gotten your point through?” As he took notice of Rosalina’s satisfied expression, he realised she had sent those images to Aya and his mind had –for obvious purposes- linked with hers. It had apparently sense the danger before he had.
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