Insight (Web of Hearts and Souls #1)
Jamie Magee
Prologue
Some people wonder what their purpose is. They question their dreams—the passion in their heart. Not me. No, I’ve always known. I’ve known since my first breath, since the first time I saw those mesmerizing emerald green eyes, since the first time I saw my love, my soul mate in my dreams.
As I lay here staring at this dark ominous sky all I can think about is her…those eyes. I know when my fingertips touch her for the first time in this life she will feel the energy of my love, the passion I have for her. My flesh aches for her touch.
I know she must be worried about me. Almost eight new moons have passed since I’ve met her in our dreams. I’ve been trying to prove to myself, and anyone else who dares to doubt that I was right, that she’s mine. Not seeing her has only made the dreams of our past more vivid. The universe along with this dark, forsaken dimension is yearning for our love. Waiting for us to come together as one again.
There is a sense of ominous foreboding that surrounds the palace. My mother hasn’t looked me in the eye for days, my father is anxious. I would take the time to wonder why if I had a free thought. I don’t. Donalt, the most powerful ruler I’ve ever met, the only one in this dimension, is always occupying my time with his random prophecies. I cannot remember a time in my life when he wasn’t just a few feet away. He has told me that I will succeed him, that his throne will be mine. I doubt him. He’s a demon, one that has ruled for over four million years. He’ll never fall. He has a sinister plan. I can feel it. Sometimes I swear I hear him in my mind telling me what to do, what to say. I fight him with my memories, the ones of my dreams with her. My dreams of her are not always pleasant. I know that we have fought and died together over and over, but this life will be different. It’s different because I will not let anything or anyone stop us from being together for eternity, even if that means making a deal with the devil himself. She’s mine.
When I stand next to Donalt, before millions, I see the way they look at me. I see the pleading in their eyes. They want this gray hell to end. They think that I will end it for them. I glance from one solemn expression to the next. Smiling, laughter, that is forbidden here, but I let my eyes fall into theirs. I stare into their empty souls and promise them that my time, her time, is upon us. I promise them that I will stop at nothing to bring her home. What happens after that point is no concern of mine. My purpose is to find her, to harness the power that our passion and love will release.
The Blue Moon that falls on her eighteenth year…that is when this pain and anger of not having her near me will end. That is when the power will belong to us. We will be unstoppable.
Chapter One
I was terrified. The summer air blew through my open window as I tossed and turned in bed, lost in a dark dream. I was having one of the bad dreams where I could not feel the people around me. They had no emotion, not even a mood. The same dream had haunted me since childhood. The heavy weight on my chest was almost unbearable, leaving me with shortness of breath. The adrenaline rushing through my body gave way to hair-raising chills.
Being unacknowledged by the people in this place had become normal. They seemed lost in their own personal hell. Lines gave definition to their faces. The world around them was gray. In order to lift the weight from my chest and wake from this horrible hell, I would have to find the one who had called me here, the one I could feel, whom my touch could help.
I made my way through the gloomy street, pushing through others as they walked by in a solemn state. I reached out with all my senses. I could hear the sound of arguing growing louder. That had to be my way out. The weight on my chest grew stronger, telling me I was right. Fear began to race through me though, so I tried calming myself by remembering that they could not see me. I was a ghost to them.
Small windows lined the tall gray cement walls. Darkness lingered behind most, while lights illuminated others. There was no grass, trees, or sign of birds or any other life beyond the hopeless people all dressed in long black cloaks. Everything was so controlled and uniform. The absence of color, music, and laughter was almost as scary as the emptiness in their eyes.
As I walked closer, fear overtook me upon the realization of what I’d anticipated: the one who had called me was close. The weight was reaching a degree of unbearable pain. My emotions were raging. Why did it have to hurt? I tried to push away the invisible force that was torturing me, but my efforts were in vain, just as they always have been.
The arguing was coming from one of the small windows on the first level. A man was yelling as a woman cried out. On the front steps, I saw a little boy. He looked to be five or six. He maintained a blank stare into the darkness with the purest of blue eyes. His hair was long and messy. The clothes he was wearing were tattered and dirty. I felt so sorry for him. I wanted to take him from there, but that was nothing short of impossible. Putting my anger and fear aside, I sat down next to him and placed my hand on his small back.
I thought of how happy he could be if he were only given some sense of being loved. How abundant he would feel if he could be the center of some lucky parents’ world. The little boy dropped his eyes as he felt me. Oddly, his emotion shifted to regret and sorrow. Not understanding, I focused on peace. His emotion slowly gave in to mine, bringing a sense of calm into his little body. I hoped that I would have been able to bring him happiness, but my time there was coming to an end. Silence came. The little boy vanished, as the people on the street did. The wind whistled through the barren, cold walls. Now, I could only hear my violent heartbeat.