Chapter 12 ~ Whispers of Past

Ok So between blogger and two months of not updating this particular chapter REALLY gave me fits!!!! 80) but It is posted, yes a bit rough, unfortunately editing is not my strong suit, LOL! if ever I do get published I hope that I get an editor who will work magic for me. LOL! Just Kidding 80)

I will say I dont know how soon I will get the next chapter up, could be a couple of weeks could be a month. I really just wanted to get this one out of the way because when DE resumes, (NEXT CHAPTER) the new story line will roll out (YIPEE) I am still so excited!!!

The bus hadn’t come to a complete stop in front of the small townhouses before Lydie had bolted from her seat, her barely contained excitement evident as she rushed towards the door, beaming a smile at the driver as she waved goodbye.

“Have a great summer James,” she happily cried bouncing from foot to foot as she impatiently waited for him to open the door.

Laughing he glanced at her, “you to kid, and happy birthday! enjoy that trip to the zoo,” the man enthusiastically replied with a warm smile as he reached for the handle once more preparing to close the door after her.

Overjoyed that summer had finally come and that this was to be her last bus ride for three long months she merely laughed as James opened the door. “Thank you,” she replied hopping from the lower step into the blistering heat of early summer; sweat beading on her forehead as she hurried the short distance from the bus to the stairs. The soles of her sandals pounding in a dull thud against the hot pavement with its waves of heat distorting the view down the road.

“No more teachers, no more books. Schools out for Summer, HOORAY!” she silently sang to herself taking the steps two at a time and racing for the front door that promised an escape from the heat of mid day.

Flinging it wide she grinned from ear to ear as a blast of cool air drifted over her, grimaced as the door slammed into the plaster of the wall.

Hurriedly dismissing the sure to come scolding for having used so much force on the door she ran through the entry and made a sharp right turn into the living room. “Mommy I got an award for having the best grades in the whole school!” She breathlessly cried out as she entered the small yet comfortable living room.

Stopping abruptly, she swayed, the momentum nearly causing her to fall on her rump as her mother turned to face her, a strained smile on Trysten’s face. “No more teachers, no more books.” She sing songed expecting her mother to finish it, like they always did on the last day of school; her voice trailing off as she sensed another presence.

Slowly turning around Lydie focused her gaze upon the strange, fair haired, pale man that stood in the corner of their living room scowling at her.

Who are you? She silently questioned, reaching out with her mind as she always did, his frown telling her that he had somehow managed to hear, the notion confusing her, for normally no one but her mother could talk with her that way.

His pale angry eyes focused intently upon her small form, a burning ache forming in her head as he glared down at her. She gasped when suddenly she heard his voice in her thoughts, whispering in a language she would have thought was made up had she not heard her own mother speak it before.

Cringing she fought at the tears that stung her eyes, struggled to remain upright as he continued to whisper in that strange language. When it suddenly ceased, and he spoke aloud, “I see your mother has not taught you the impropriety of accessing another’s thoughts.” His voice reverberated through the room in an odd manner, seemed to vibrate the walls and floors with the infuriated tone.

Sucking in a gulp of air, Lydie held it despite the burning of her lungs; fought to contain her fear as Trysten rose from the couch. Shot the man a cold, defensive glare. “Leave her be Jairdan,” her mother growled, her usually warm voice coated with ice.

Gulped down the discomfort as her mother leaned down towards her and raised her arms to accept Trystens comforting embrace; reveled in the clean ocean and flower scent that was uniquely her mothers. A hiss of air slid past her lips as she released her breath, silently hoped the man, Jairdan as her mother had called him was not her father.

Trysten’s tinkling laugh confusing her all the more, “no baby he is not your father,” her mothers soft tone filtered through her thoughts, putting Lydie at ease. Temporary comfort as her mother rose, turned to face the dangerous and frightening man.

“I cannot believe you would allow that beast to impregnate you,” his venomous tone shot a chill down her spine, biting down on her bottom lip she inched closer to her mother. Fought to not wrap her arm about Trysten’s leg and hide her face from him as he continued. “Trysten, your actions have borne a series of events that cannot be undone, and I hope your ill raised brat is ready when the time comes.” His voice was acidic, accusing and seemed to tear through Lydies very soul.

Tentatively she glanced towards him, anger rising quickly within her as she felt her mother inwardly cringe. Experienced a tidal wave of emotion and heartache from the woman, “you mean…” she began stopping mid sentence as he disappeared from before her eyes.

2009 Altoriah Realm

With a jolt she came awake, the thick dry scent of dust and decay stinging her throat and nose, coughing slightly Lydie forced her eyes open, groaned as she tried to move. Her entire body throbbed as if she had been tossed about for hours, yet more painful the ache that pulsated behind her eyes, seemingly reached it’s pinching fingers deep into the recesses of her brain.

Grimacing she forced herself up, willed her protesting legs over the side of the bed. The rush of searing pain that tore through her so sharp and intense she had to grip the side of the soft mattress, steeling herself she swallowed down the acidic bile that rose in her throat as a wave of nausea rolled through her as she tried to stand. “Ugh,” her mouth was dry as cotton, memories of everything past and present, engulfing her in that instant.

“Stay away from her.”

“You must come for there shall be no peace…”

Despite the thick humid warmth of the room her body seemed chilled to the marrow, closing her eyes she saw Jayden’s forlorn face, Trysten’s cold emotionless gaze. Hurriedly she shoved the thoughts away, glanced nervously about the darkened room her heart thundering in her breast. “Where the fuck am I?” she breathed using Jay’s favored word.

It certainly is appropriate... She mused to herself, a deep longing to be in his arms stabbing her heart, how she wanted to be with him. Feel his arms about her and kiss him like she had just that evening.

The hair on the back of her neck raising and gooseflesh covering her body as a deep rumbling laugh vibrated the air from within the darkened room, the sound startling her. Gulping she glanced nervously in the direction it had come fear ensconcing her.

“Wh-whose there?” she stammered, nearly whimpering before she caught herself, reminded herself to not show any fear.

“There is no reason to fear angel,” the unknown creature croaked from the darkness, its voice reminding her of a frog that had somehow managed to speak. The thick accent causing the words to sound more along the lines of “thar iz no reezon ta vear angaal,” a strange and unknown accent she had to admit.

Sucking in a deep breath she stiffened, took a defensive posture, braced herself for an attack.

It will be a cold day in hell before I go down without a fight. She promised herself, a knowledge in the depths of her soul telling her that she could not afford to lose any battles. Sucking in a deep breath of the thick air she prepared to fight for her life if that be the case.

“It is no wonder he is so enchanted, you are truly a pure soul.” The Creature laughed, the rustling of clothing echoing dully through the room.

“Who?” she questioned alarms sounding within her as a strange chill coursed through her one that was quickly replaced with a golden warmth, its soul purpose to ease the aching of her body and mind, leaving her feeling lightheaded and sleepy.

Another rustling in the dark and the room blared to life with flickering candlelight, giving Lydie her first glimpse of the strange…

Man?

How could it be? She wondered to herself as she gazed inquisitively upon his familiar face, his long arms folded across his chest. The distinct feeling that he was rummaging through her thoughts crossing her mind as his glowing red and gold eyes bore into her very soul, an amused smile playing across his very familiar face. “Who are you?” she whispered her very breath stuck in her throat as she willed away her first assumption, not knowing how it could possibly be.

You are already well aware,” he replied telepathically, the feeling of his psychic invasion leaving her tingling with electricity, frustration as she tried ineffectively to block him.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you that it is inappropriate to access another’s thoughts uninvited?” She growled stubbornly, her words falling off as she remembered that day, the last day of her mother’s life and the Jairdan’s statement.

“Shit…” she growled, realizing immediately that the memories she had purposely blocked were now being pulled out from her. That had been the last time she had ever bothered with her budding powers; the next day she had sealed them away, forgot them, guilt enveloping her, for she could not help but feel she had been part of the reason her mother had died.
“Poor, dear angel, your life has been difficult having to live amongst the mortals,” he soothed taking a step forward. One she responded in kind to by stepping back; “Ah… you still fear, tsk…tsk… I shall not harm you, nor shall any other in the realm,” he murmured, clucking his tongue as a father would a child that had been caught doing something they should not.
Lydie blinked several times, trying to keep herself focused as calmness overcame her, darkness veiling her eyes, “Sleep dear chosen one and when you awake your mother shall be here,” his raspy voice echoed through her thoughts.
“I do not wish to sleep,” she protested weakly, feeling as if her body had begun to float. “No do not leave, I must have answers.” She argued fighting at the heaviness of her sand filled lids, as the sound of footsteps upon the hardwood floor carried through her mind.

“No…” she cried out, the sound not slipping from her lips.

“Hush young one, sleep…”

Too Be Continued…