Enflame (Insight #6)(46)
“You have no doubt?” I questioned.
“I wouldn’t have been reborn if not. I would have been a slave with the mirrored souls,” he assured me.
“Which brings up one of my other questions: how many paranormal beings are we against right now?”
“No more than before. We are just aware of them.”
“You are aware of them,” my thoughts muttered.
“Right. Let’s see. Phoenixes are not against us and are usually solitary. I doubt we will come across many. Witnesses, we talked about them before. They are not against us. They are basically archangels who defend souls of light. They will offer insight when the moment comes that was stated...Escorts…some of those are on the dark side. They feed off the essence of emotions.”
His thoughts hesitated as his eyes cascaded over me. I knew he wanted explain more about Escorts, but he held back, and that was fine. I wasn’t entirely sure they were all bad, and I didn’t want him to convince me differently.
“Mirrored souls,” he began again. “I’m almost positive that girl that took Drake and me is one of those. She is a prisoner to her master and will do his bidding faithfully. Then there is a shadowed soul...what Skylynn is. They died before their time, usually because of misuse of magic. They cannot come back until time and circumstance are aligned again. They can appear in dreams or images. Most people see them as omens. The argument on whether they are good or bad omens rages on. Honestly, it depends on the intent of the soul, why they want to come back.”
I moved my head from side to side. “How complicated can this be?”
A faint grin was all he bothered to answer me with.
“Why are you not wanting to cross paths?”
“So far, every planet we have faced has managed to twist what we thought it should represent. Jupiter is luck and expansion, but I’m trying to outsmart this curse. I know now that many of us were fighting to get what we wanted, that spells, intent, were cast with a blind eye. The times we used for the spells we cast were chosen because of the alignment of the Earth, the squares and conjunctions of the planets. We were not the only ones that would have used that power. If I asked Draven and the others to help us, for all I know, I’m taking them away from something they either have to undo or do for the first time. If I try to help Dane or my sister, I could hurt them by ignoring what I have to undo. The only safe way is to follow our path. When they meet, I’ll know to help them.”
“Okay, I get that fates run side by side and that this is a thin line and you are treading carefully, but how close? Like, use this analogy: all of us, everyone involved in this, on our own decided to go out to dinner. Is it enough that by chance we all end up at the same restaurant? Like, we see our friends and say, ‘Hey, come sit with us,’ or do we have to wait for the hostess to accidentally sit us side by side?”
His odd grin made my heart flutter, and his fingertips began to trace my eyes.
“I think the same restaurant would do, but let me add to your analogy. There is a strip of restaurants all side by side, and in reality we are only feet away, but in different buildings.”
I looked away from him and adjusted my lean against him. “Very thin line.”
“I understand what Nana was saying to me about how trying too hard to ignore others is not going to help anything. But, no matter what planet we were facing, I would have tried to do this spell once more before bringing anyone else into it. I’m just going with my gut feeling.”
I sat forward and looked over my shoulder at him. “I watched that battlefield last night. I saw all of you, Drake and me, Clarissa and Dane. I didn’t see a heavy metal band…maybe you’re right.”
I felt the laughter in his soul, noticing that his eyes were becoming more and more normal by the moment. It was as if the laughter was helping him. At that moment, I made myself promise that I would make him laugh at least once every day.
“I promise to make you laugh, too,” he thought.
“Your insights are stronger than you think. That was a lingering thought.”
“I’m locked inside my mind with you. That makes them strong. Everything about you makes me stronger.”
The heat in my soul began to rise as I tried to understand if that was an open invitation.
“The veil is becoming clearer to you,” he stated.
“You see it, too?” I questioned.
His eyes told me yes. “The echo...that is the dead. They live on a different time frequency from us. Basically, our intent, thoughts lead our human lives. They see the echo of what is to come.”
“And they saw Draven play,” I pointed out.
“I have no idea what they saw, and that echo could be anything, even someone trying to hurt us.”
“I doubt his mother would have heard it wrong.”
“True. We have a plan for this now...echo or not.”
I felt useless against this trial—almost broken.
“Why do you think my images vanished? Do you really think I’m dark? I’m some kind of a puzzle piece that can get us out of this reality if we are backed against the wall?”
He reached to gently caress my cheek. “I don’t think they vanished. I just think you have been too distracted to see them. They’ll come back...and I’ve never really cared for labels like ‘darkness’ and ‘light.’ Souls find their mate, no matter what shade their energy is.”