Suddenly I felt like some outside being was taking control of my body again, “You cannot control fate,” I said once again in that strange voice that was my own but sounded deeper and huskier.
I shook my head. I looked up to see all the Pulmers staring at me opened mouthed. I put my hand to my head and said, “I wish that would stop happening.”
Jonathon and Patrick exchanged a significant glance. Jonathon put his hand on my neck and massaged it gently. I leaned in to him.
I saw Diana shake her head, “Jonathon, we’re here for you. Stop being a butt head.”
We all started laughing. I was bent over at the waist with tears running out of my eyes.
Mason said, “Did you seriously just say ‘butt head’?”
Diana blushed, “Well, he was being a butt head.”
Jonathon’s shoulders kept shaking with laughter. I hadn’t seen him laugh so hard in a long time. It was good to hear and see him laugh. He finally regained control of himself, “Sorry Diana I’ll be on my best behavior from now on.”
“Good,” she said smiling. “Now, let me see your ring,” she said sliding down to sit beside me. Jonathon relinquished my hand to her. “It’s so beautiful,” she breathed, “I hope I find my soul mate one day.”
“Thanks,” I said, “and Diana you will. One day your prince charming will come and he will be one lucky guy.” I looked up at Jonathon, “Did anyone know?”
He chuckled. “I didn’t tell a soul. After all, these people can’t keep a secret,” he said with a significant look at Diana.
She giggled, “It was one time and I was only six.”
Jonathon shook his head, “That wasn’t the only time and you know it.”
She laughed, “I’m your little sister it’s what I do.” He ruffled her hair and she shied away, “Stop it. Don’t mess up the hair!” she giggled.
“Grow up,” I said and smacked his arm. This time he ruffled my hair.
“So,” began Diana, “when’s the wedding?”
“It’s time,” I said in that funny voice again. Everyone dropped what they were doing and jumped into action. It was amazing how seriously they took what I was saying when I was overcome by whatever it was.
It was time for this all to end. After almost a year it would finally be over. Isaac’s eye caught me from across the room.
“Be safe,” I mouthed.
“I will,” he mouthed and with sadness in his eyes he looked at my ring. I saw pain flit across his face before he mouthed “Congratulations. I love you, Ky.”
I looked mournfully down at the floor. I looked back up and mouthed, “I know,” but he was no longer looking.
Chapter Twenty-Three: Battle Field
The Coven members were strapping on different weapons. I saw one weapon that looked like some sort of electronic bow and arrow. I saw that Isaac had a large sword strapped across his back. The sword was intricately beautiful. It had what looked like emeralds imbedded in the hilt. I found myself moving closer to study it. I was surprised to find that it had small intricate symbols etched into its shiny silver surface. It was so shiny that I could see my distorted reflection in it. I found myself reaching my hand out to touch it.
“Whoa, Ky, what are you doing?” Isaac asked turning around.
“Sorry,” I said stumbling back a few steps. My stumble seemed to break my trance. “I- it’s just so beautiful.
Isaac smiled and removed it. He held it in both his hands for me to see it better. I traced my hand along its smooth planes. The symbols and words, words that didn’t look like any language I had ever seen, covered the whole sword. The hilt was metal but the metal had even more carvings on it. The carvings on the hilt weren’t delicate like the others. These were large and had graphic depictions of bloodshed and war. I traced my finger along the hilt.
“You know, there’s and ancient tale about this sword,” he said.
“Really?” I asked, “What is it?”
“It was told that this sword was made by the goblins and elves of the mountains before the beginning of time. It is said that the goblins weaved their immortality into the sword with their ancient forgotten language and that the elves breathed strength, power, and invincibility into the emeralds. It is said that the bearer of this sword will survive any battle and will live forever in greatness. If only that was true,” he said with a crooked grin.
“You’re already pretty great, Isaac. I don’t think you need a sword to make you great.”