The Chronicles of Fire and Ice

by L. L Hunter

  “I think… I think we should find a room, you know… in case.”

  “In case someone finds us… my brother? You’re right,” she continued.

  “Or my father. He considers love as weakness.”

  “But what do you think?” She asked gently.

  “It’s the strongest most powerful thing in the universe.” Rachael smiled at him and took his hand. He smiled back as she led him to a room.

  “I think… it’s this way,” he said.

  “You know where the empty rooms are?” she asked, surprised.

  “Well no. But I do know where the room I booked is.”

  “You booked us a room? So, you planned this, didn’t you?” She smirked.

  “Well yes… kind of,” he smiled sheepishly.

  “You truly are a devil.” She kissed him again as he took a card from his pocket to unlock the door. Rachael entered first. Surprise met her. In the centre of the room was a candle-lit meal for two.

  “Oh my. This is the most romantic thing I’ve ever known.” She turned to face him; he hadn’t taken his eyes off her. “The sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

  “You’re welcome. It’s the least I could do.”

  “You are the sweetest guy ever. The angel of fate brought you to me,” she whispered as she kissed him again. She unzipped her glistening dress, it falling around her ankles. Lakyn’s blue eyes drank her in lovingly. Her slim legs and her hour-glass waist, her strapless black bra, her lips, and last, but not least, her glossy brown hair, almost the same shade at his.

  “What’s wrong?” she laughed, catching his adoring expression.

  “Sorry. It’s just that you’re the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.” He stepped forward and held her to him, their bodies touching. Lakyn felt her fingers at his shirt unbuttoning it. He kissed her neck tenderly, then picked her up and carried her to the bed.

  “Your brother will kill me,” he worried, as they lay tangled in the king-sized bed.

  “Let him try.” Her lips defiantly pressed his and in time she sat up.

  “Something wrong?” he inquired, sitting up behind her. His lips found her shoulder blade, drawing a soft moan from her lips.

  “I’m starving.”

  “Let’s eat then.” They dressed and sat down to the Crème Brule.

  ~

  Present Day

  Lakyn shook away the memory. It had been the first time they had truly been together but also the last time he had seen her. Hers was the sweetest of memories but also the one that hurt the most. So he kept it locked in the vault of his head, vowing never to draw it out… until now. He didn’t know why the memory now came spilling out but he did know that something pulled him back to where it all began. His heart seemed held to a thread of gold, the other end of which was his fate.

  Circling around the immense Crown Casino, he landed on the rooftop and entered the door leading to the building’s elevators. He made his way to the first floor and along the corridor until he found the place he was looking for. Inserting the card in the slot surfaced another memory for him, but it was a dream,—like he was dreaming wide-awake.

  ~

  Fourteen Years Earlier

  “This is amazing, Lakyn. Did you do this?”

  “Nah. I can’t really cook. My friend David made it for us.”

  “Tell him, thank you.” She met his gaze and smiled, a smile that Lakyn returned.

  “I will.” There was a knock at the door. Lakyn was about to call out they were but the door burst open. Rachael jumped up to face the intruder.

  “Adam! What are you doing here?”

  “What do you mean? I should ask you the same question. What are you doing here with him?” Lakyn stood to support her. He tried to step between Rachael and Adam but she blocked him. Rachael muttered the truth of her heart:

  “I love him,” she declared to her brother. But Adam only snickered.

  “You can’t love him. You’re a mere sixteen. You don’t know yet what love is.”

  “I know more of love than you do,” she retorted, eyes glaring.

  “Yeah, sure you do,” evading her truth.

  “You haven’t found love yet, Adam, because your heart is so hard. Love can’t penetrate it.”

  “I don’t even need love,” he defended. “Now step away from that demon, and come with me,” He commanded.

  “No!” Rachael moved her body in front of Lakyn’s in defiance.

  “Very well. You don’t want to leave him now, then you never will,” Adam declared, opening his palm, from which a bright blue light emulated.

  “Adam, please. No!” Pleaded Rachael.

  “You asked for this.” Adam palmed the light towards them, engulfing them.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Magick

  Present Day

  “Lakyn!”

  Lakyn couldn’t believe what his eyes told him. It was really her, not the youthful Nephilim girl he remembered from the convent ruins.

  “Rachael, how… ?” Words failed him. All this time he had believed she was dead, and now she was in front of him, perfectly alive.

  “Hello, Lakyn,” she smiled winningly.

  “No! You can’t simply ‘hello’ me. What happened to you?” His feelings rushed wildly. Was he was going to snap? She stood amazingly before him. “You disappear for fourteen years leaving not a trace and now you just turn up! And of all places you appear in the very spot we spent our first night together?” He said in anguish. “I don’t understand.”

  “Yes indeed. This is the place where it all began,” Beautifully she walked towards him, “I’m trying to fathom what has happened just as much as you.” Lakyn, at a loss, seated himself on the bed. He could barely believe she was there with him.

  “And what have you come up with?” he asked her.

  “You remember what my brother did to us?”

  “Yeah. Could I forget what Adam did? Being zapped with his bright… magick. I’ve never known anything like it.”

  “Adam’s Trait is unique. He has the ability to wipe people’s memories clean and push them back in time, so they can start over.”

  “And that’s what happened to us?” Lakyn wondered.

  “I believe so, yes.” Rachael said. Lakyn pondered that for a moment, and then spoke.

  “No wonder I couldn’t remember you, except in the past few days. And even then it’s been in little flashes.”

  “You’ve remembered because… I’ve been trying to find you.”

  “You couldn’t have just come to me at the Academy?”

  “No. I had to find you in your dreams,” she murmured tenderly, stepping towards him, “but it wasn’t successful though. Something blocked me.” She sat on the bed beside him.

  “It wasn’t me I swear. I’d never block you,” he assured her. Rachael smiled and moving closer to him, put her hands in his. Lakyn drew back warily however, and dropped them.

  “But why only now? Why so long?”

  Rachael didn’t reply but stood up and began pacing backwards and forwards.

  “Rachael?”

  “It has been for my daughter,” she declared to his amazement. “Okay? So it’s important.”

  Daughter.

  Lakyn’s head swam. Rachael has a daughter? Who’s the father? His thoughts tangled.

  “You have… a daughter?” He asked in disbelief.

  Rachael nodded. Slowly, Lakyn began to put the pieces together.

  “That Nephilim girl in the ruins… that was her?”

  She nodded again. “Yes. She’s been trying to help me remember.”

  Lakyn stared at the wall opposite. He was beginning to see it all now. If the young Nephilim in the convent ruins was Rachael’s daughter, and she appeared to be fifteen or sixteen years of age, then she would have been conceived around…

  “That’s the reason isn’t it?” He burst out. “You’re seeking me out now, because she’s my daughter… isn’t she? It fits.”

>   Rachael slowly looked down at her sandals and then back up at him. “Yes, she is your daughter,” she affirmed, watching him tenderly. What seemed minutes, passed.

  “What’s her name?” He could barely whisper.

  Rachael stepped towards him and sat back down on the bed. “Eden.” She met his eyes. “Lakyn, forgive me. I’m sorry for delaying this so long. But I only just remembered.”

  “Remembered… what?”

  “Who her father is. It’s her eyes, something clicked. They reminded me of you. It’s undeniable whose eyes they are.”

  An image flashed before Lakyn: the young girl in the ruins looking earnestly at him when she reached and held his arm… her eyes the colour of a cloudless sky. In that moment he knew it was true.

  “You said it was important for her sake, that you find me. Why?” He asked with puzzlement.

  “She had begun to show a Trait, and it frightens me.”

  “What is it?”

  “Death.” Rachael’s voice barely came out as a whisper. “Her Trait is death.”

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Renew

  Fourteen Years Earlier

  Rachael landed with a thump on a floor as hard as cement. She struggled slowly to her feet and gingerly rubbed her bottom as she took in her surroundings. Strangely, this floor wasn’t cement at all. It was linoleum in fact, black and white-chequered. She was standing in a kitchen straight out of the nineteen-fifties. The cupboards were watermelon pink and the counter tops of mint green. She stooped over the sink to look though the window. Outside was an idyllic yard bounded by a white picket fence, and in the driveway stood a baby blue Chevy. And inspecting that baby blue Chevy was a dark-haired handsome young man in a white singlet and jeans. Rachael’s heart leaped to her throat.

  Lakyn.

  She had no recollection of how she arrived to the place, but she knew she liked it. She had always wanted to live in a cute little house in the suburbs. “Maybe my dream has come true,” she wondered. Walking out though the front door, she inhaled clean fresh air. Springtime had come and the birds chirped happily. Rachael pushed open a small gate and joined Lakyn on the driveway. He lifted his head upon hearing her and smiled warmly.

  “Hey babe,” he said. He kissed her lips, his hands on her swollen belly. In that same moment, Rachael realised in wonder that she was pregnant. But how could that be? They had been together mere minutes. And they had just risen from bed. She couldn’t possibly be this pregnant. And how could Lakyn have known?

  “Are you feeling okay, babe? You seem worried. And you’re looking pale.” he put a hand to her forehead.

  “What day is it?” she inquired. This was all so foreign to her.

  “It’s Wednesday.”

  “And what is the date?”

  “The 29th of August. You sure you’re alright?”

  “No. Not really.” Her legs felt weak. Lakyn, sensing this, helped her lean on the hood of his car. “How ever did we get here, Lake?”

  Tenderly, he pushed a stray lock of hair back behind her ear. “We moved here so we could be together, and raise a family. Because our families don’t approve of us.”

  “What year is this?”

  “1956. I’ll call a priest to check on you and the baby…”

  “No, Lake. And something doesn’t add up, I don’t remember ever coming here. Although, I do remember Adam.”

  “Adam? What’s this got to do with your brother?” Lakyn was puzzled.

  “He has the ability to erase memories; maybe he wiped ours. Because we shouldn’t be in 1956; we should be in 1998!”

  “Why would he erase us? I know he hates my guts, but… I really don’t understand.” Nothing made sense to him.

  “He sent us here to teach us a lesson. That’s the only explanation I can think of,” she offered.

  “But us together? Why wouldn’t he just send just me to The Realm of Ice since he considers me a demon?”

  “Oh, you’re not a demon. I think I sent us back here, in keeping with my dream. I always wished I’d been born in this decade.”

  “But angels rarely use time teleportation nowadays.”

  “Well maybe…” the sky darkened suddenly. Storm clouds rolling over stopped Rachael in her tracks. And there was Adam standing in front of them.

  “Adam!”

  “Wiping your memories clean was to teach you a lesson, but you obviously haven’t learned.” Adam fixed his cold glare on Lakyn.

  “Yeah. Well, thankyou for your generosity,” said Lakyn, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

  “You two are too freaking in love for anything to matter. No matter what point in history I send you…”

  Rachael interrupted him. “You didn’t send us… I took us!”

  “What?” confusion covered his face, clear to Rachael and Lakyn.

  “I have the time travel Trait,” she pouted.

  “That’s true!” added Lakyn, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

  “So, I’ll have to try something else then.” Adam stepped forward with raised arms and held two fingertips above the foreheads of each.

  “You know, your father was right all along, Blackbell,” he spat, fixing Lakyn in the eyes. “Love is weakness.” Then he touched them.

  “Adam, what are you doing? No!” Rachael cried out as she realised what he was doing. Lakyn quickly gripped her hand, but to no avail. Instantly, when Adam’s fingers touched them, they were pulled apart by an invisible force. Catapulted through time, their memories disappeared with them.

  ~

  Present day

  “Death? As in… ?”

  “As in taking people’s lives, Lakyn.” Rachael began pacing the room. Lakyn got up and stopped her, taking her hands holding them firm.

  “Has she really taken lives?” he asked. Rachael didn’t answer. She paused by the window and gazed out over the skyline. “Rachael?”

  “Sadly, yes. I travelled back in time in order to save them, but my Trait didn’t work.”

  “With Adam’s help?”

  “No. Lakyn, I did it on my own.”

  “You mean you…”

  “Yes,” she paused. “It’s my trait.”

  “So, Adam has the memory wiping trait and you have the time travelling one?” His voice carried sarcasm. But suddenly his eyes widened, and all the pieces fell into place. “So, it was you who jumped us back in time,” he stammered.

  “Yes, though only to get away from him. Lake, I’m very sorry.” She turned to face him directly.

  “What are you apologising for?” Lakyn moved towards her and pressed his lips against hers, her body against the windowpane. They kissed one another and it was as though for the first time. Everything between them was restored, and the memories they had earlier lost were likewise renewed. Lakyn had healed her.

  In that wondrous moment, Lakyn added, “You know… I think I can help her.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Lets just say: there’s something unique about my trait.” The door opened and both their heads turned.

  “You!” It was Eden. She stared fixedly at the stranger in the room. She pulled out her dagger.

  “Eden relax,” soothed Rachael. “This is just a friend of mine.”

  “Sure.” She rebutted. “He’s the creep who grabbed me at the ruins of your old house.”

  Rachael turned from Lakyn to her daughter. “Eden, I can explain.”

  Eden dumped her bag where she stood and crossed her arms defiantly. “Okay. Explain then.”

  “I think you’d best sit,” Rachael beckoned.

  “No. I’d rather stand.”

  “Very well. This is Lakyn, and um…” she hesitated. “He’s not exactly a friend.”

  “Oh, My God! You’re sleeping with him, aren’t you?” She exploded.

  “Eden!” Rachael objected, seeking to explain.

  “What?” she defended.

  “No.” It was Lakyn who responded. “We’re not sleeping together.”


  “Good.” Replied Eden. “You would have to consult me before bringing boyfriends into the house, or apartment, or hotel room.” She was pacified now.

  Lakyn chuckled. “Gosh. Who’s the parent and who’s the child here?” But Rachael shook her head at him and urged him to forget it.

  “Listen, Eden honey,” Rachael said earnestly. “You know how I couldn’t remember who your father was?”

  “Yes…” The cogs began to turn in Eden’s head.

  “Well, I remember now who it is.” Moments passed, then light for Eden and her eyes widened suddenly. “He’s my father?” She objected.

  “Yes, he is Eden… he’s your father.”

  “No!” Eden shrieked.

  “Eden?”

  Eden turned to Lakyn, trembling. “You’re Lakyn Blackbell. You can’t be my father!”

  “Well I’m sorry.” replied Lakyn gently, “but I am your father.”

  Eden looked angrily from one to the other. Backing up towards the door, she grabbed her bag.

  “Eden, where are you going?” Rachael asked, her pain filling her voice.

  “Out!” Then she ran and slammed the door behind her.

  “Don’t do anything reckless, please,” Rachael said as a last desperate prayer.

  “She’ll be fine. She’s half of me after all,” Lakyn, offered her.

  “I hope she’ll be alright.” Rachael bowed her head and stared at their conjoined hands.

  Lakyn lightened the mood. “Hey! Want to go back to the 50’s? I miss that car you know,” he smiled to her.

  “I think you loved that car more than you loved Eden and I,” she laughed.

  “Never!” He too laughed and playfully kissed her mouth.

  “I want to show you something, Lakyn. If only you could have been there at the time.”

  “I wish so too,” he added, kissing her again. But instantly they were transported back in time.

  Epilogue

  “Jacob? Jacob, wake up!”

  Jacob stirred and opened his eyes. “Kat?” He sat up amazed, but her finger pressed against his lips.