Fated (The Bloodstone Saga 2)
"I don’t know what to do to get him to come," I admitted.
"He’ll come," Jade assured me. "I can just feel it. And there’s something else that I feel. I feel like we should leave. Do you feel that? It’s like. something is urging me to start moving."
And in that moment, I felt it too. I needed to move to my car. Something was pulling me.
"Well, there’s only one thing to do," I murmured as I looped my bloodstone back around my neck. "We need to go."
We grabbed our purses and the book and practically ran to my car. Overhead, the sky looked angrier than ever and was rapidly turning as black as night. The wind had picked up, the trees whipping every which way. Anyone else would think just what my mother did, that it was a storm. But I knew otherwise.
I backed quickly out of the driveway and started driving in the direction that I felt the pull.
"Do you know where we’re going?" Jade asked.
"No. You?"
She shook her head. "This is all so strange to me. Familiar and strange at once. I feel as though I should be able to do something, but I can’t remember how."
I knew the feeling.
I blindly drove to the outskirts of town to a wooded hiking area. I looked around and stared nervously at Jade.
"This can’t be good. We’re isolated out here."
"That’s probably the point," she pointed out.
"So not comforting," I grumbled as we got out.
There was no one here, but I suddenly felt the need to walk into the forest and as I did, my stomach tightened in anticipation. Whatever was waiting for us, I had a strong feeling that it would be game changing.
As we entered the labyrinth of trees, the branches almost completely blocked out the light and so it seemed that we were in a mossy, damp world. As we walked further in, I realized that my goddess senses had emerged even more. Here, in the quite solitude of this small forest, I could smell the rotting sticks, the wet earth and even the freshly cracked branches. The woodsy aromas flooded my nose in a way that they wouldn’t have before. I could hear forest life scurrying, even tiny bugs. I could hear their tiny legs scraping as they walked along the underbrush. It was incredible.
We walked to a small clearing which was encircled by trees. Wildflowers bloomed around me and tall grass waved. And suddenly, here in the stillness, we were surrounded.
All around us, magnificent women were seated on massive horses. They were fierce and beautiful and intimidating. As one of the horses moved, I saw a folded wing at its side. These weren’t normal horses. Each woman was riding a Pegasus. They were wearing scant clothing made from leather and a bow and arrow was strapped to each of their backs. Their hair was long and wild and they had bulging muscles in their arms. I suddenly simply knew who they were.
"The Amazon," I breathed.
Jade nodded as she stood back to back with me as we pivoted in a slow circle. There must be at least twelve of them which meant that we were greatly outnumbered. The Amazon were not known for their kindness. The fact that they were here at all was alarming. They didn’t typically venture outside of their home. I looked at the warrior in front questioningly and I felt recognition stirring. I knew her.
"You require our assistance, sister," she said stiffly. Her name was Ortrera, an Amazon queen. And when she called me sister, it was the truth. Her father was Ares, also. She was my half-sister.
"We’ve been called here," she announced. "I believe it has to do with our father’s imprisonment. You will need our assistance to release him."
"Why do you care?" I asked curiously. The Amazon did not concern themselves with matters of men. They were a very female oriented society. In fact, they scorned males. To them, men were inferior. At my question, she shrugged.
"He gave me life," Ortrera acknowledged. "He taught me the art of war. I cannot stand idly aside any longer and watch these atrocities against our own. It must stop."
"So, you know what is happening? You know what the Moirae have done?" I asked.
"Of course. Everyone knows it, but it would have been futile to intervene before. We do not shirk from war, sister, but it would not have been a wise battle. Now, though, we feel that the time is rapidly coming when action is required or we will all perish."
"I think you are right, Ortrera," I murmured. "Do you know where Ares is?"
"No, that I do not know," she admitted, hefting her heavy bow to the other side of her back. Her mare stood quietly and still, just as you would imagine a war horse would. Her white face was painted with blue paint. I was sure, if I examined all of the other horses, I would find them to be mares as well. The Amazon’s distaste for males was far-reaching.
"Do you know where Eris is?" I asked hopefully, but again she shook her head.
"I had a vision, Harmonia, and I could clearly see a house, yet I know not who is in the house or the location."
"But we do."
We all turned to find Annen stepping through the circle of warriors with two other priests.
The priest on the left had spoken. Annen stared at me pointedly, his black gaze glittering. As always, I shivered. He smiled his jagged, silent smile and they crossed the circle to join us in the middle.
"We know where they are keeping Ares, as well as a few other key pieces of information,"
the priest continued as they stopped at my side. "We will eagerly share it with you. But you must trust us."
Trust the Keres. It went against everything that I had been taught. But I knew without any doubt whatsoever that we had no other choice.
Chapter Ten
"You will need this," the priest said, thrusting a small glass globe into my hands.
"What is it?" I asked, examining it. The blown glass was delicately situated on an intricate bronze base. The inside was empty save for wispy white fog that billowed about as I rotated the globe.
"It has the power to take you wherever you need to go," he replied.
As I looked at it, Gavin’s handsome face appeared in the empty glass sphere, smiling his breathtaking smile into mine. My heart instantly overflowed with love for him and fear for his safety dropped into my stomach like a rock. I had to get to him. If something happened to him, I would never forgive myself. The priest’s voice interrupted my thoughts.
"Cadmus has appeared because that is where you would most like to be- with him. The compass can read your emotions, knowing where you would most like to be led. If you have the desire to go elsewhere, you simply have to hold it and picture the location in your mind."
"That is incredible," I murmured, turning it over in my hands. The priest shrugged.
"Not really. You’re simply so accustomed to the mortal world that you have forgotten what ours is like."
"Yes, I have," I agreed. "And it is very frustrating. How can I recover all of my memories-the ones that the Moirae are still withholding?"
Pain shot through me, dropping me to a squirming mass on the ground, as fiery heat exploded into my hand and shot up my arm. I rolled, holding my palm in my hand as I tried to regain my composure. The pain was so unexpected that it took my breath away. I sat up, clutching my hand to my chest and glaring at Annen.
"You have an interpreter now," I scowled. "There is no need to mutilate me."
He simply smiled in return, his creepy, jagged smile and I looked away, focusing instead on reading the words seared into my palm.
They are already yours.
I looked at him quizzically. "They are already mine? And don’t even think about burning me again." I stared at the first priest, the one who had been talking.
"What does he mean?"
He hesitated and then spoke. "Harmonia, he means that your memories are there for you to take. You have forgotten how we work, what we are."
"So, remind us," Jade interjected. "I am most curious, as well."
The priest nodded, studying us both.
"Kind ladies, you are able to do anything that you open your minds to do. If you want your memories, get them. Block any feelings of self-doubt or logic and simply open your mind.
That is how everything is done in the Spiritlands. Focus on retrieving thoughts about your true home, the Spiritlands, and see what happens. Close your eyes. Picture your mind as a muscle, flexing and straining against reality. Now relax that muscle. Let it drop." His voice was soothing as he murmured and I lost myself in its sound as I concentrated on relaxing my mind.
He was right. The mind was like a muscle. I fixated on relaxing it, loosening it, letting it fall slack and getting farther from the constraints of reality. A feeling of familiar peace washed over me and in that moment, that one tranquil second, I was Harmonia. I became her completely, embracing her strength. I was home in a way that I had not been for centuries.
I opened my eyes and found Annen nodding. The priest to his side smiled.
"You are whole now, Harmonia. I can see it."
I nodded. "Yes. I feel exquisite." I turned to Jade. "And you, Aphrodite?"
"Yes," she murmured in a husky voice. "I too feel like myself again. Thank you, priest."
I scanned the edge of the forest with my enhanced eyesight. I could see everything, every minute movement. It was a delicious feeling. I lifted my hand and gestured at the tree tops.
Instantly, they began to bend and move, the wind picking up and fluttering my hair around my shoulders. I lowered my hand and the wind became still. I could control the elements.
Fascinating.
"Stop playing, Harmonia," Jade murmured, smiling a little. I couldn’t help but smile back.
It was so wonderful to be back to myself.
Ortrera nudged her horse forward and she spoke.
"Harmonia, we need to move. We do not want to be on the outer rim of the Spiritlands at night."
I nodded. No, we certainly did not. The Spiritlands contained every sort of mythical creature imaginable and so many of them thrived at night. She reached her hand down.
"Ride with me, sister."
I hesitated for only a brief moment as I stood next to her massive mare. The horse’s feather soft wings flared out, enormous and magical, and I grasped my sister’s hand, allowing her to pull me up. Tucking my legs under the Pegasus’ wings, I settled in behind Ortrera, my arms wrapped around her muscular waist. With her every movement, I could feel her taut muscles flexing. Her physique was incredible.
Another Amazon warrior pulled Jade up with her and before I even knew it, the horses were arranging themselves in a V-like formation, with Ortrera at the lead.
"Harmonia," the priest called.
I twisted around to look at him.
"Yes?"
"Don’t underestimate Eris," he instructed solemnly. "She has been your adversary for many, many years. She knows you well."
I nodded. I knew. An image of Pothinus the eunuch’s flaccid face flashed into my head.
Eris was quite skilled at assuming any form she wished and plaguing me mercilessly. As Pothinus, she had almost killed Hasani in Alexandria. And me. She had quite a lot to answer for. I was looking forward to demanding those answers.
"I know," I agreed. "And thank you for the compass."