Behind The Mirror
The Return of the Ancients Series
By
Madison Adler
Smashwords - First Edition
Published By
Bento Box Books
Edited By
Grace Benson
Copyright © 2011 by Madison Adler
ISBN: 978-0-9835240-5-2
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Behind The Mirror
The Queen of the Dark stood on the edge of the cliff, her arms spread wide to embrace the violent storm sweeping over the land as her counterpart, the Queen of the Light, dispassionately watched the churning waves of the sea far below them.
They were both beautiful and dangerous, each possessing eyes that could skewer your soul like a dagger.
“Are we chaining Earth, or freeing it?” The Queen of the Dark cried above the raging winds.
The Queen of the Light bowed her head and answered her counterpart in a mind-whisper, “I pray it is freedom, dear Sister.”
“Then call Rafael,” The Queen of the Dark’s husky voice echoed softly in reply. “Let him walk the path of his destiny, and let us pray he is strong enough to resist temptations that would lead all to ruin. Let us begin this treacherous dance with Fate!”
The Queen of the Light lifted her face to the wild storm and closed her eyes. To send Rafael to Earth was a leap of faith for them all. But there were few choices left to them now. Raising her voice in a keening call above the high winds, she spoke the fateful words. “It is time!”
The Queen of the Dark dropped her arms and bowed her head, murmuring. “Yes, dear Sister. It is time.”
* * *
Rafael, Fate Tracker to the Queen of the Light, stood before his mirror, staring deeply at his reflection. Oblivious to his tall, athletic physique, strong jaw, and shoulder-length blond hair, he focused on his eyes, gray eyes rimmed with a healthy dose of black eyeliner.
Mirrors had many uses, but proper concentration upon the eyes allowed Fate Trackers to see reflections of their souls, enabling them to read the Threads of Fate.
After a moment, a smoky haze appeared on the mirror’s twenty-foot surface, followed by a series of images. The familiar form of a dark-haired girl with bright green eyes shimmered through the mist. No, she wasn’t really a girl any more but a young woman on the verge of adulthood.
“Sydney,” he murmured and frowned.
He wasn’t surprised to see her. Of late, she was always there. He knew exactly what it meant. It wasn’t a comforting thought, and it was enough to make him lose focus.
The image abruptly vanished.
A soft chime interrupted his thoughts and he tensed. Sliding a graceful finger over the mirror’s surface, a new picture revealed the unexpected guest to be his mother, Zelphie.
Rafael’s frown deepened.
His mother rarely visited.
Leaving his mirror, he strode into the adjoining room where his Doberman, Ajax, snoozed on a red circular couch. He paused and smiled at the animal fondly.
The ability to communicate with animal minds was the only thing he enjoyed about being a Fate Tracker. The rest of it was more of a burden than a gift. It was not a pleasurable thing to stand by and watch as other’s fateful choices led to suffering. He sighed, grateful that his own fate, at least, remained veiled from his eyes.
The chime sounded again, shaking him from his reverie, and he moved to stand next to a soft gray wall. Under his light touch, a small hole appeared to widen into a door, and his mother entered. She was blonde, gray-eyed, and tall. He had inherited her looks and unusual height.
“My dear child,” Zelphie greeted him with a distracted kiss on the cheek. “You are summoned.”
“Summoned?” Rafael knit his brows. He glanced down at the thin golden bracelet circling his wrist. He hadn’t received any messages.
“A verbal request only,” Zelphie explained, reading his confusion. “The Queens, both of them, have ordered that you be sent to Earth.”
Rafael caught his breath.
Ajax leapt from the couch on full alert. The fur along the ridge of his back rose as his black eyes widened.
“You cannot go to Earth.” Rafael heard the animal’s voice deep in his mind. “Remember Melody’s last words to you and Jareth!”
Rafael drew his lips in a thin line.
Dispatched some three years ago to Earth on a secret mission, Melody, his mentor and the most learned Fate Tracker of them all, had given him a strict order never to follow her. He could still hear her shrill warning as she had addressed him, along with his fellow student, Jareth, Fate Tracker to the Queen of the Dark.
“Rafael, Jareth, I must leave now to seek a Blue-Threaded girl on Earth. Never have I seen such a fate line on any creature. Her fate could bring the ultimate disaster upon us all!”
“Would it be better if she does not live?” Jareth had asked in his dark way.
Rafael had sent him a disapproving look and said, “You know well that as a Blue Thread, her fate is a double-edged sword. While she may bring disaster, she could also bring about the ultimate triumph. You cannot dispose of her simply because her fate is blue!”
“Silence!” Melody had cut in. “Enough of this competition between the both of you! The two of you must now work together! We are on the threshold of strange events. This Blue Thread is highly unusual … Her fate has reached us now, and especially you, Rafael, you must be cautious!” Melody had gripped his hand tightly, so hard that her nails had dug into his flesh. “Her blue line entwines with yours, and I’m sure it means that the two of you must never meet. Do you understand? If you phase-shift to Earth, we must all tremble, for our destiny will have taken a turn toward disaster! Remember, Rafael, you know what we protect here. You cannot love a human!”
“What is it, child?” Zelphie’s quiet voice broke into his thoughts.
“I cannot go to Earth.” He shook his head resolutely. “I will tell the Queens that I must refuse.”
* * *
“You have no choice,” the Queen of the Light informed Rafael coldly. She stood high above him on the marble dais, clothed in flowing white silks bedecked with jewels, and myriad of seed pearls studded the blonde cascade of curls falling down her back. She glistened like the stars as she paced before him.
“You cannot refuse.” The Queen of the Dark’s eyes flashed dangerously as she rose swiftly from her throne, the silver-spangled black velvets of her skirt swirling about her like a cloud. “We command you to leave at once!”
Rafael clenched his jaw. Remaining on bended knee, he repeated, “I cannot. The danger would be too great. You must send another.”
A long silence fell in the Great Hall of the Queens, a hesitation that Rafael found unusual. The Queens were usually quick and decisive. He waited patiently.
At last, the Queen of the Light said, “There are no more Fate Trackers left to send. There has been … an accident.”
Rafael jerked. His gray eyes widened in alarm. “An accident?”
The Queen of the Light turned away from him as the Queen of the Dark took her place. “The other Fate Trackers are dead. Only you and Jareth remain. And now that we have received Melody’s distress signal, you must join him on Earth to find her. She does not have long to live.”
Astounded, Rafael rose unbidden to his feet. “This cannot be!”
“It is!” the Queen of the Dark replied harshly.
“But if so, then it is imperative that I remain to protect you both!” Rafael shifted his focus quickly in order to read the Queens’ fate lines.
Like all living creatures, there were many white fate lines flowing through them—lines that only Fate Trackers could see, lines that changed with each decision made. Reading someone’s fate was nearly impossible as the intricate tapestry of possibilities often proved endless.
But their lines were astounding. The Queens had always walked a perilous path with fate, but something had recently changed. The twisted lines of danger surrounded them now, closing in about them. Startled, he gasped, “How can I even think of leaving you? I must—”
“You must go!” the Queens ordered in unison. And then the Queen of the Light returned to stand before him.
“You and Jareth are both very young,” she said. “But we have no choice.”
Rafael frowned. They clearly had choices. He could see the lines flowing around and through them, but they were apparently choosing to walk the dangerous path. Why?
At once, both Queens turned upon him. “Cease the intrusion!” they ordered as one. “You may not read our fate!”
Hastily, Rafael averted his gaze. Something was not right. It was his place to assist them, protect them from danger, but they seemed intent upon sending him away.
“Jareth cannot find Melody alone.” The Queen of the Dark’s husky voice broke into his thoughts. “His search has proven fruitless. You must find her, and you have little time.”
Thinking of Melody’s warning, Rafael took a deep breath.
At that, both Queens turned their eyes upon him.
They were Mind Whisperers, possessing the ability to sift through thoughts. Already, he could hear their voices inside his head. “What do you fear, Rafael? Do you fear what Melody saw in her mirror? Do you fear the human girl that could undo us all?”
He swallowed, stepping back, refusing to let them remain in his mind. He could not let them see that he already knew where and who the human girl was.
They would give the order to destroy her.
In his heart, he knew that this human girl, Sydney, was a key, the key to Melody, certainly, but a key to something bigger. Her fate line, though blue, was strong and powerful, leading to a destiny that he had not been able to follow yet. He had been hiding this knowledge and her identity for years, since the moment he had found her himself, the day before Melody had left for Earth. He still didn’t know why he had kept it secret.
“What do you withhold from us?” The Queens’ voices seared through his mind.
Firmly, Rafael refused them further entry and countered, “Why send me? Give Jareth more time.”
Leaving his mind, the Queens’ soft voices echoed in the audience chamber. “We cannot lose the information that Melody carries within her. You must hurry. What she knows is more important than any danger we may face here without you.”
He stared at them standing before him, regal, imposing and powerful. They were watching him suspiciously now, obviously wondering why he refused to let them sift through his thoughts. He couldn’t stay now. They would search his mind and find Sydney, and upon finding her, they would not hesitate to order her demise.
Yet, could he ignore Melody’s dire warning?
Could she have been mistaken? And if she weren’t, could he change the outcome that she had foreseen? Could he be strong enough to change the tides of fate?
Sydney’s face flashed through his mind. He knew her fate line had already entwined with his. There was no other explanation for her continual appearance in his mirror. He just hadn’t wanted to admit it. At this point, setting foot on Earth would probably make little difference.
“Let us see into your mind, Rafael.” The Queens’ voices once again whispered through his thoughts.
Rafael staggered back.
He could not let them kill her.
He would not let them kill her.
Drawing himself to his full height, he mounted the steps to the dais and towered over the Queens. “I will do as you order, my Queens. I will go.”
They were pleased.
Both of their lips opened to form the imperious reply, “Then leave at once!”
* * *
Rafael walked slowly back to his quarters, lost in thought and feeling more than a little shaken. What had he done? Had he made the worst of errors?
As he stepped through the door, Ajax took one look at him and lifted his lip, snarling. “This is foolish!” The dog’s growl filtered through Rafael’s thoughts. “Why risk all for a mere human girl? Jareth was right. She should have been disposed of immediately!”
“Enough, Ajax!” Rafael frowned.
“I would know why you risk us all. It is a fair question,” the Doberman insisted. His lip had curled back in displeasure, revealing his white teeth.
“Because I see something different in her Threads of Fate,” Rafael replied tightly. “I cannot explain it, but there are lines there that could be chosen, for the good of us all! How dare we forget that simply because of the danger?”
He could tell Ajax wasn’t convinced. Ignoring the animal, he strode into the adjacent chamber and stood before his mirror once again. It took him several moments before he could focus enough to bare his soul.
All at once, the silvery surface leapt alive with images of humans, so many that he could not read any of them, their fate lines jumbled together like a hopelessly entangled ball of string.
Overwhelmed, he stepped back, breaking contact with the mirror.
Obviously, his choice had already changed his own fate, inextricably weaving it into the sea of humans swimming across his mirror.
Taking a deep breath, he gathered his thoughts and faced the mirror once more, prepared this time for the vast numbers of humans leaping through the glossy surface. He frowned at how many he would soon have to encounter.
With great patience, he cleared his mind, focusing deeper, and the images finally fled to reveal one.
Sydney.
Dressed in faded jeans and a large green sweater, Sydney sat on a wooden bench in a white room with her arms folded tightly. She was speaking to a woman who looked very much like her, only older.
“You’ll be fine, Maya.” Sydney reassured. “It will stick this time. I’m sure of it.”
Maya burst into tears. “What kind of a mother am I?” She sniveled. “We’ve only been in Seattle for a few months, and here I am again, a wreck, Sydney! A complete wreck! How could he just leave me like that?”
“Because he was a jerk,” Sydney replied, a bit woodenly.
“It is time to go now, Maya.” A woman wearing a badge that read “Anne – Pacific Northwest Drug and Alcohol Rehab Center” laid a gentle hand on her shoulder and squeezed it. “Your daughter will be fine. She has her phone. You can contact her any time.”
“I’ll be fine.” Sydney rose to her feet, sticking her hands in her back pockets. “Go and get better, Maya.”
With a tearful farewell, Sydney’s mother shuffled away.
Rafael frowned a little. They were mother and daughter, but hadn’t even hugged goodbye. He studied Sydney’s face. At first glance, it seemed expressionless, but upon closer inspection, he saw the small tremble of the bottom lip and a squint of the eyes that revealed volumes.
She was hurting.
A wave of compassion swept over him, quickly followed by one of surprise that he had been so distracted by the scene playing out before him that he hadn’t noticed the fate lines above her head. Startled, he stared closely at them.
Her blue fate line stood apart from the others surrounding her, vividly pulsing above her head, but it was no longer alone.
Another, weaker blue line flowed away from her.
Rafael rose to his feet. What did it mean?
Eagerly, he traced the line, leaving Sydney’s image behind as he followed it through the countless threads of others. Trusting his instinct, he sifted through innumerable possibilities.
Suddenly, a flash of blue surged across the mirror, not the Blue Thread of Fate, but a blue house.
The line clearly led to the house.
As Rafael focused on the house, the image in the mirror morphed to show a fairly large room filled with cardboard boxes.
A pleasant brown-haired woman was speaking on the phone as she walked in what was apparently her living room but instead resembled a small warehouse. “That will be great, Neelu. I’ll look forward to seeing Sydney tomorrow. Now I really have to run! My eBay bid is going to end in two minutes, and I can’t miss these Hook, Line, and Stinker toilet games. I need four more boxes of them!”
Rafael arched a cool brow.
Setting the phone down, the woman ran through her living room to a computer sitting on a white plastic table. She let out a huge sigh of disappointment.
Rafael gathered that she had failed to procure her desired goods. Tapping his arm a bit impatiently, he searched for the Blue Thread.
It was still there, hovering in the living room.
His frown deepened.
The front door opened, and a tall, very bald man wearing army fatigues entered the house.
The woman looked up at him with a bright smile. “Time for the neighborhood crime rounds, Al?”
“Yep!” The man walked to the computer table and kissed the top of her head. Reaching over to snag a large flashlight from one of the boxes, he added, “Betty, that house across the street still hasn’t sold. I’ll take Tigger for a look, just to make sure everything is safe.”
The back door slammed, and a tall teenage girl with dark hair pulled back in a ponytail appeared. A bit sweaty, she carefully swung a lacrosse stick over her shoulder as she tried to tiptoe past them unnoticed.
“And where do you think you are going, Grace?” Betty queried in an amused voice.
Grace’s shoulders stiffened. Sheepishly, she joined them in the living room. “Uh … Hi, Mom, Dad.”
“I got a call from your school today.” Betty continued calmly.
Grace tensed. “Yes, Mom?”
“Sister Ann mentioned you are answering your exam questions creatively again.” Her mother was obviously struggling to keep a straight face. “You can’t just play sports, dear. You have to study, too.”
Al frowned, but the eyes with which he surveyed his daughter were more indulgent than anything else.
“I couldn’t remember the right answers ...” Grace cleared her throat.
“Well, when the problem asks you to find ‘x’ that doesn’t mean to circle it on the page, honey.” Betty smiled.
Al’s firm lip twitched a little.
“And the answer to ‘Write a paragraph to explain the concept of eternity’ is not ‘Take this class’.” Her mother’s voice was gently stern.
At that, Al gave a guffaw of laughter.
“I’ll try harder, Mom.” Grace grinned.
“Well, you must be a good example, dear.” Betty gave her daughter a warm hug. “Tomorrow, we’ll have a new family member. A girl about your age named Sydney. She’s had a hard life, honey, so you’ll have to be patient with her.”
“Cool!” Grace’s eyes lit. “That’ll be fun!”
“The two of you can study together.” Al growled fondly at his daughter as he strode to the closet, kicked off his army boots, and selected a pair of odd-looking tennis shoes. One of them had a small antenna protruding out the back. Bending down, he picked up the end of the shoelace and spoke into the aglet. “Testing 1-2-3. Do you copy, Betty?”
Betty jumped as static burst from a pair of high heels sitting on top of another box. Picking one of them up, she held the heel close to her lips, “Yes, dear. I’ll monitor while you do the rounds.”
Al nodded in satisfaction. “These Sneak-Ears with Private-Eyelets haven’t failed me yet! I’m going to have to give this product a great review on their website!” Quickly putting them on, he stepped outside and gave a sharp whistle. “Tigger!” he called.
Rafael watched with interest as a large, brindled bloodhound lazily lifted his head from where he sprawled in the driveway behind a bright yellow Ford pickup truck with oversized wheels. The dog wagged the tip of his tail before promptly dropping his head back down on the cement, as if even that much effort had completely exhausted him.
Rafael smiled.
As Al stomped across the street to inspect the empty house, Rafael lightly touched the thin gold bracelet on his wrist. He’d turned the automatic thought-pattern recognition off, preferring the manual controls. “The house across the street is free,” he noted. “Buy it. And get all of the necessary furnishings. Car. Clothing.”
As he watched, the Blue Thread suddenly moved. Dropping his wrist, he concentrated once more on the thread, sifting through countless images reflecting in the mirror.
At last, he knew he was on the right trail. The thread was growing darker, stronger. Could it be Melody? Was it someone simply touched by Sydney’s Blue Thread, or was it, unthinkably, a new Blue Thread?
Surely, there was not another one!
Furrowing his brows in concentration, he followed it for what seemed an eternity until all of a sudden, a new scene burst across his mirror.
A rock concert.
The crowd was screaming, hordes of girls were straining forward, trying to grasp the figure leaping and prancing on stage.
Rafael eyed the form with a sinking heart.
The Blue Thread ended above the singer’s head. It was pulsing and strong. And it was a new Blue Thread of Fate, almost as strong as Sydney’s.
This did not bode well for any of them.
Now there were two Blue Threads—two chances for the ultimate disaster to befall them. Even if Sydney chose the correct path, there was a chance this new threat might not.
With a heavy sigh, he concentrated on the rock star belting out his tunes as fireworks exploded behind him. He was tall, dark, and muscular, possessing everything to make the entire concert hall of girls swoon at his feet.
And he looked vaguely familiar.
Scowling slightly, Rafael concentrated on the black leather-clad figure and as the young man’s face splashed across the mirror, he fell back with a curse.
Jareth!
The new Blue Thread of Fate was Jareth, his counterpart Fate Tracker.
* * *
Rafael wasted no time.
There was no longer any question of if he should return to Earth. Instead, it was a question of how fast he could get there.
Quickly changing into a more suitable Earth fashion, he whistled for Ajax.
“Call Harmony and ask her to set up our entrance to Earth,” he said crisply to the dog. “And notify Zelphie and Marquis that I may need them soon.”
“Marquis?” The Doberman’s lip lifted distastefully.
Rafael knew that Ajax disliked his father, Marquis. Oddly, part of him understood the animal’s distrust. Marquis had always been aloof, untouchable, choosing to spend his time researching in the laboratory instead of interacting in his son’s life. At first, Rafael hadn’t thought much about the odd fate lines swirling about his father’s head, but of late, the lines had taken suspicious turns.
Rafael walked to the wall and touched it.
A small compartment slid out of its smooth surface, revealing a small gray cube. Picking it up, he held it to the light.
The gray cube held his research, secret findings he had shared with no one. He didn’t know whom to trust, after discovering his father and many other high-ranking officials were involved in “The Inner Circle”, a society so secret that most in the lands thought it merely a myth. He had yet to discover their purpose, but he knew in his heart that it was far from good.
“If something were to happen, Ajax …,” Rafael murmured thoughtfully, staring at the cube before shaking his head and sliding it back into the wall. “See that Harmony gets that, will you?”
“No!” the Doberman growled in response, standing on full alert and baring his shiny white teeth again. “I will not, for I will see that nothing happens to you!”
Rafael grinned. Reaching down, he fondly stroked the animal’s soft black fur. “Then I will see you on the morrow, in Seattle.”
As the dog barked a farewell, Rafael took a deep breath, and not allowing himself to think, lest he second-guess his decision, phase-shifted to Earth.
Phase-shifting, or merely shifting as they called it now, was the preferred method of travel. His kind had learned the method of focusing their energy to change dimensions, to travel from one location to another in a blink of an eye.
Shifting to Earth was not as different as he thought it would be. He had expected to feel something unusual when he stood on the soil of the forbidden planet, but he experienced nothing, save a wave of annoyance upon hearing the screeching of electric guitars and the sound of thousands of girls screaming.
He’d studied humans for years, their culture, mannerisms, speech, habits, and countless other things, in order to mingle with them undetected should the need ever arise. He honestly had never expected it would.
A little cautiously, he stepped around mounds of crates at the back of the stage and peered through the massive black curtains to where Jareth was strutting on stage. The singer wore an outlandish black outfit of shredded leather and chains that suited him well.
“Hey, buddy, got a pass?” A burly man accosted Rafael, laying a hand on his arm.
Rafael tensed and bowed. “A pass?” he queried politely.
The man blinked before scowling. “Then get out. You can’t be here.”
“You are incorrect.” Rafael brushed the man aside as inconsequential. “I have business here. Be gone.”
The man’s brows lifted, and he reached for his walkie-talkie.
Expelling a small breath of annoyance, Rafael drew his pen-shaped silver trion, spoke a single word to the weapon, and the man toppled forward into his arms, falling into a deep sleep as he fell.
Dragging the man behind several large crates, Rafael quickly set him down and returned to the black curtains just as Jareth strode off stage.
They nearly collided.
Jareth leapt back, sweeping his long dark hair out of his eyes as they widened in astonishment. “Rafael? What brings you here?”
They hadn’t spoken in several years, and their last meeting had ended in bitterness. Rafael folded his arms, recalling Jareth’s insults from long ago, but they all faded into insignificance now that he saw the Blue Thread pulsing brightly over Jareth’s head. He felt sick at heart that he must inform Jareth of this new danger, even as part of him felt it justly deserved after the comments he had made over Sydney. “We must speak privately.”
Jareth eyed him suspiciously before giving the curt order, “Follow me then.” And he set off through the crates in a jingle of chains and creak of leather.
After a moment, Jareth led him to a tiny, dark dressing room. Safely shutting the door behind them, he leaned forward, touched Rafael’s arm, and phase-shifted, but not before transmitting the destination to the golden bracelet circling Rafael’s wrist and speaking a single word, “Follow.”
Rafael shifted too.
He found himself standing in a high tower, overlooking a boisterously loud city. He moved to get a better look out the window. It wasn’t even dark yet, but neon lights of every color already twinkled below him.
“Las Vegas.” Jareth nodded with his chin. “I find it easier to hide here. It was easier to cover mistakes in the beginning, by claiming to be magicians. But I’m sure you are here for other reasons than to find out how I have survived these past few years!”
Taking a deep breath, Rafael faced him calmly. “I had no choice but to come, and I came for many things, but foremost because of you.”
“Me?” Jareth rolled his eyes. “What catastrophe could have possibly occurred to make you suddenly care—”
Rafael cut him short, coming quickly to the point. “You are now Blue-Threaded, Jareth.”
Jareth drew up short and caught his breath.
There was a stunned silence.
Feeling a wave of pity, Rafael turned away from his stricken face. He looked as if someone had just punched him in the stomach. He obviously needed time to gather his emotions.
He didn’t like Jareth, he never had, but he owed him courtesy, at least.
The silence lengthened.
Finally, Jareth regained his composure and drawled, “Why did you come yourself? Didn’t Melody warn us both of what would happen should you set foot on Earth?”
Rafael eyed him coolly. He didn’t want to talk to Jareth about Sydney, especially now that he knew Jareth and Sydney were somehow connected. The thought gave him pause. In the horrible moment of discovering that Jareth was now Blue-Threaded, he hadn’t stopped to consider what it truly meant.
“What is it?” Jareth was asking.
Rafael closed his eyes, feeling strangely sick at heart. What could it mean? Sydney and Jareth were tied. But how?
“Rafael?”
“A moment,” Rafael murmured, ordering his thoughts to calm. Whichever way he could think of it, it boded ill. Jareth could be bound to her through danger, hatred, or love. Strangely, it was the last that bothered him the most.
“What are you hiding?” Jareth was pressing impatiently.
“Nothing.” Rafael shrugged.
Jareth didn’t believe him. His handsome face filled with disdain. “As always, the mighty Rafael remains aloof!”
“Melody activated her distress signal.” Rafael dropped the words.
All at once, Jareth’s countenance changed. “How so? Are you certain?”
“Why else would the Queens send me here?” Rafael began to pace.
“Then you haven’t told them that I’m Blue-Threaded now?”
Rafael paused.
It was odd. He hadn’t even considered informing the Queens of it. Why?
To Jareth, he merely said, “We must focus only on finding Melody now, before it is too late. After we find her, we can deal with … other matters.” He didn’t want to really consider what other matters might be. Not yet. “I must be going.”
“So soon?” Jareth responded in a snide tone.
Refusing to allow Jareth to goad him, Rafael phase-shifted away.
He hadn’t really thought about where he was going, but his heart obviously had.
He was in Seattle.
Before him, he saw the outline of the city shaped against the setting sun. Fir trees and ferns were everywhere, surrounding the shores of a lake that reflected the darkening purple of an early night sky.
Finally, he saw her.
She was sitting on the grass, resting her chin upon her knees.
Suppressing a sigh, Rafael settled against a tree and folded his arms.
“What lies behind those sad eyes, Sydney?” he murmured soundlessly. “What are you thinking?”
With a heavy heart, he bowed his head, asking himself, “What have I done?”
The End
To find out exactly what Sydney is thinking, read her story in:
“The Glass Wall: Book One - The Return of the Ancients”
Serious, yet with more than a dash of humor and romance, the Glass Wall is the first book in a new urban fantasy series "The Return of the Ancients" with the remaining books to follow: "The Brotherhood of the Snake", "The Inner Circle", and "The Egg".