Davy Harwood (The Immortal Prophecy 1)

“I don’t know. When word gets out what you can do, you’ll be feared by vampires. There aren’t many who’d like to be human again. And you’re Immortal. They can’t kill you, which is what their first reaction will be. My Elders might want that too, but I’ll argue on your behalf. I think they’ll realize the foolishness of that.”

I frowned as a different question formed in my head. “Roane, who is Jacith?”

His shoulders stiffened. “Where did you hear that name?”

“He was in Blue’s head. The Immortal mentioned something about him.”

Roane didn’t like hearing any of that. “He’s a very powerful witch, possibly the most powerful I’ve known.”

“What does he have to do with the Immortal thread?”

Roane didn’t answer right away, but eventually he did. “He created it.”

Oh—whoa. I blinked in shock, but remembered the Immortal’s words. Jacith thought he was powerful, but I was more. Somehow, I didn’t think this Jacith would enjoy learning that information.

“Did he create the prophecy? Or just the Immortal thread?”

Roane had looked back over the city, but he whipped around once more to me. He had an accusing look in those dark eyes. “What are you talking about? Jacith created the Immortal. You talk as if the prophecy and the thread are separate. They are not. I assure you. My Family has volumes of Immortal lore. We were entrusted to protect the thread.”

Except, they didn’t know all of it and they didn’t need to protect me. I knew about the separation from the Immortal. “You didn’t know that I could turn vampires human.”

Roane opened his mouth, but he couldn’t argue my point. He closed it again as a look of mysticism crossed over his face.

I never thought I’d see that. I loved it.

“I thought I knew everything there was to know about Immortals. I’m starting to wonder if I know just a little about Immortals. It’s unsettling.”

“You don’t understand, Roane. I… there’s a prophecy that I think you don’t know about. Someone created the prophecy and later someone else created the thread. I… I came to be before Jacith created the thread. I don’t know why that’s important, but it is. I know this because the Immortal told me. I told you before that we have conversations. She/it/me told me this… and someone else is going to guide me.”

Roane turned and touched my shoulder. He turned me towards him. “Davy… the Immortal thread was created by Jacith. I know this, but… you’re correct. He has never spoken about the ability for an Immortal to turn vampires into humans. If, in your conversations, you learn more then you must tell me. The Immortal is crucial to the vampire nation. We must know everything you know.”

Something else didn’t sit well with him. “What is it?”

Roane lifted up his head and gazed over the city’s lights before he answered. “I was with Talia for years. I watched her grow and she never once talked about a conversation with the Immortal. It’s so different. I… I don’t know what to make of it. She would have odd dreams sometimes, but that was it.”

I wasn’t sure what stung me more: Talia and Roane or the lack of conversations. I could’ve done without those conversations. “I’m the last, Roane. The Immortal told me. I’m the last to be the Immortal. I’m not a carrier for the thread. I am the Immortal.”

‘Do not let anyone take that from you.’

Roane was silent.

I continued, “It’s just the beginning, Roane. I know that your next step is finding your brother, but it’s just the beginning for me. There’s so much more. I can feel it. I know it.”

Roane looked at me gravely. He stared long and hard. He didn’t try to slip inside. I didn’t try to slip inside of him. We remained in our own bodies. No powers. No thought reading.

“Are you looking for my soul?”

Slowly, he shook his head and took my hand. His fingers slid against mine and locked in place. I closed my eyes and savored the feeling. Strength radiated off of him, perhaps for what was to come.

Then he whispered, “I’m looking for mine.”

Stay tuned for Davy Harwood in Transition…