Supernatural Academy: Year One (Supernatural Academy #1)(105)

I still didn’t understand. It didn’t make sense.

Connor took a deep breath. “Atlantis will rise, and if you’re not there to free your people, Sonaris will destroy them all.”

He took another step closer, and Asher held up a warning hand. “Don’t,” he said softly. The sort of softness that meant he was furious and already considering the murder plan.

Connor finally turned his gaze away from me to Asher. “I’m not joking around,” he said, and I remembered that these two had a history. I hadn’t asked Asher about it, because it had slipped my mind, but now I was curious. “Ash, it’s happening now. Sonaris could damn the entire world.”

“This was foreseen,” Asher said softly, and I realized he was trying to explain it to me. “A thousand years ago a prophet predicted it. My parents tried to force it into fruition. They lost their lives in the process. I have been trying to stop it from happening by refusing to step one foot into the waters of Atlantis.”

“Until me,” I added. “My kidnapping forced your hand.”

He nodded. “Yes, and I have no regrets. If anything, the last few months, and most of my life, has taught me that you can’t fight fate.”

“What do I have to do with it?”

Asher’s jaw was rigid, the muscles in his arms vibrating. “The daughter of the gods was the key to Atlantis’s demise, and she will be the one to return it. Her sacrifice returns the people, and in return, is the only thing to stop Sonaris.”

Connor was nodding. I could see him from the corner of my eye.

“So … you do believe I’m Sonaris’s daughter?” I asked, part of me hurt that he hadn’t confided this in me before.

Asher didn’t answer immediately. “I … I don’t know,” he finally said. “In some ways, it makes sense.”

For the first time I started to consider that I might actually be a ten-thousand-year-old half supe, half god. I must have been frozen in time, as a small child at least, because the earliest memories I had were being five and thinking I was human.

Someone had freed me from Atlantis, dropped me in the human world with a block over my power, and set this entire thing in motion.

“It wasn’t just your power that brought about the rise,” Connor said. I’d almost forgotten he was there. “It was the combination of almost direct descendants from the three royal lines.”

“Who is the third?” I asked. Asher was Cornipicus, I was Sonaris, but who was Jervania?

“Connor,” Asher said. “He’s almost as pure of blood as me. His parents were best friends with mine, and I was raised for some time with his family. I went between them and Jesse’s, until….”

“Until you left us,” Connor said bitterly. “We had a fundamental disagreement on the prophecy, and Asher has spent his time since avoiding anything to do with Atlantis.”

That wasn’t strictly true, since his four best friends all had Atlantean blood in them. He just avoided the prophecy and anyone connected to it.

“So your blood was in the water with ours?” I asked, and Connor nodded. “How am I the key, then?”

“Sonaris sank Atlantis,” Connor said. “His blood is the only thing that would have broken the spell. You have his blood. If your power was at full strength, you could have broken the lock without us.”

Fuck.

Connor held a hand out to me. “Are you ready to return, to save the very people you cursed ten thousand years ago?”

Asher’s power blasted him back across the bridge, and I had to grab his arm to stop him following after Connor.

“No, please,” I said. “Fighting him is not going to stop what’s happening. I think … I think I need to at least return to Atlantis and see what he’s talking about.”

Asher’s arms wrapped around me as he pulled me into his chest. “I can’t let you do this,” he said, his voice filled with worry. “We have no idea what awaits us there.”

A few strands of pink hair that had escaped my updo fell across my face, and I thought about how the year of pink hair had brought me more joy than I ever thought was possible, but also a shit-ton of fear and stress and crazy.

I made up my mind right then, pulling back from Asher to see Connor. “I’ll meet you at the Atlantis location in one week. You can prove your story to me, explain everything that would be required to fix the situation, and then we will go from there.”

In one week it was my birthday. Before I met with anyone and changed the fate of the world, I was going to change my hair.

New color had always been synonymous with new fate for me.

Let those fate-bitches do their best to take me down. The year of pink was over.

It was time for something different.

The year of purple.





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