Awakening

by Karice Bolton

  Arie turned to look at me, her eyes red with tears, “This evening will be our best shot.” She grabbed my hand. “But, sweetie, it’s no guarantee. Trying to disrupt the process this way is a very painful event for the one connected to him intimately. More so than anything you have faced thus far.”

  “I don’t care.”

  “I know you don’t, but I wanted to warn you. Regardless of whether our timing is right or not, the process is still the same. Go rest up as best you can. I’ve got to get the word out. Cyril’s up doing the same. I know this isn’t easy, but we will do our best to call him back tonight. We’ve got one shot. If we don’t do the Awakening right, it could be decades.”

  “Will I see him tonight if we do everything perfectly?” I asked with the little energy I had left.

  “Oh no, Ana. I didn’t mean to imply you would see him tonight. It’s just the process that is starting. If we are lucky, we will see him in a few months at the earliest. The Awakening basically calls out to his spirit so his senses aren’t locked up completely. Hopefully, he’ll be aware of us more easily when the time comes.” I knew she was doing her best at acting positive for me, but it fell flat.

  I let go of her hand and was leaving the study when I turned around to ask her one last question.

  “So when I was taken, the whole one shot thing…. It was missed with me?”

  “Yah, it was missed with you. We went in too early. We tried to tell Athen to wait, but he was so full of rage and despair he wouldn’t listen. And we got to you too early. He started the Awakening too early, almost immediately actually. His emotions got the better of him. You hadn’t even fully regenerated yet. You had no time to settle in. You had no recollection of us. We probably only got to you a few hours too soon, but it was enough to have to make us wait decades. That’s what we are hoping to avoid tonight.”

  “I see… If only I had said something. I don’t think I could live with these nightmares for eternity. I just didn’t want to believe they could be true…”

  Every part of my body ached. If they weren’t able to get the timing right, how could we possibly make it work when I didn’t even know what I was doing. I trudged over to the couch in the family room and snuggled with Matilda. My world was once again turned upside down. All I could do was wait and see the process unfold. Do as I was told when I was told. I needed to ensure that I did what I needed to bring Athen home soon. It was the least my beloved Athen deserved. I didn’t know that I could last decades without him. I didn’t feel as strong as he was. It might be better if I’m taken too so I don’t have to live without him. At least in the other form, I didn’t remember him.

  I had fallen asleep on the couch and was awoken by Cyril and Arie who were dressed in what looked like very old-fashioned, velvet robes. Cyril’s was a dark royal blue with black trim. Arie’s was black with silver trim and embroidery on the sleeves. She had another one draped over her arm. I assumed it was mine. They helped me up and began getting my current outfit stripped down. They placed me in the heavy robe and in a different situation, I would be able to appreciate the beauty of these robes, but now I was only doing what I was told.

  “Arie, we are going to go out back and get things ready. Give us 20 minutes. We will have everything in its place. It will be the perfect part of night to begin the awakening. Make sure you make it out on time.”

  I nodded and still had no idea what was expected of me, but I had learned to trust my family. If they chose not to tell me certain things there was always a good reason. I had to trust this was another time like that as well. As they left the family room, I began to feel a glimmer of hope build through my body. I hadn’t felt Athen’s presence once since I saw his spirit leave the hillside, an empty void was left for me to deal with, but I began to feel that was all about to change if only I trusted. I began to feel life come through me again. I had to make sure I was fully aware and able to perform whatever duties were asked of me. I knew I could I get Athen back soon, possibly sooner than months. What was in my favor was my ignorance. I had to trust Arie and Cyril with all of the details -the ritual, the timing, everything. I had no way to rush anything as Athen had done with me. He knew the process and followed his emotions rather than trusting the ritual. I had that in my favor. I trusted the ritual. I breathed in closing my eyes gently only to see a horror facing back at me. The woman with the serpent eyes was caressing Athen’s arm. I saw her lips moving. She was looking directly at me. Uttering the words, “I win. He is mine.” She was smiling callously as she did in my other dreams. She seemed so sure of herself. As if she knew she had won him - like he was a trophy. I forced the images out of my mind. I was determined not to let these creatures succeed with whatever it was they were trying to do. I wasn’t prepared for them to invade my mind like they were, but I had to get strong and flush these thoughts out.

  I took a deep breath and opened the French doors to meet Cyril and Arie. I knew I had no other choice but to trust. I couldn’t let my mind wander. I could not let the serpentine eyes sway me. I needed hope. Athen was full of hope.

  The cold air hit my face bringing me to confront another uncertain reality. I was fighting to get Athen back, and I wouldn’t stop my journey until he was in my arms again. The night awaiting me beyond the doors embraced me yet offered little comfort. There was no sign of life, only silence. What had happened to me, to my life? This new existence had been more captivating than I could ever have imagined. I had loved and lost more in this short period of time. I knew it was only the beginning, if I could only survive for him. I heard the whispers from the others and retreated to what I knew was expected of me. The Awakening was to begin.

  LEgions

  book 2 of The watchers trilogy

  Excerpt

  I noticed him from afar. My heart began beating a little faster. He was bent over a long, wooden table with books spread around him. He was touching his forehead the way he did when he was concerned about something. My mind flashed to the night that he came to pick me up from the bar when the stranger was lurking. His beautiful eyes glistened, but they lacked that familiar green glow. It was hard to not go running over to him and jump on his lap. Hiding as best I could, I slowly walked to a bookcase that had art history books stacked neatly.

  I snuck another glance at him. His pull was so hard to resist. I couldn’t jeopardize the process, being here was bad enough. Cyril and Arie would kill me if they knew I was even here checking on him. We had a plan. I promised I would follow it, and apparently my word didn’t mean anything to me any longer. I didn’t know how I got this close. I felt that I was in control of the situation - everything would be ok. Plus, after hearing he wasn’t alone at the Starbucks made me think of all kinds of horrible scenarios. I just had to double check… Make sure she hadn’t completely gotten to him yet.

  He was taking notes feverishly. I was puzzled over what in the short time he had in this new existence would compel him to research something so frantically. I made a mental note to myself to figure out what books he was looking at. I pretended to be looking for something in the stack of art books as I tried to come up with my exit plan. I got my Athen fix and he was alone, which made me feel a million times better. That’s all I needed for now. As I did my best to pretend to be interested in the stack of books, I accidentally knocked the top book off the pile. As it was about to crash to the floor I caught it but not before causing enough of a commotion to get a group of guys to look over at me from the table across from Athen. One of them winked at me, which made me cringe. In normal circumstances he was probably good looking. However, nobody compared to Athen. Other men were on the verge of being repulsive.

  Before I knew what was happening I felt a singeing pain coming from behind me. I quickly spun around to see Athen staring right at me. Our eyes locked. I opened my mouth to speak, nothing would come out. It was like the first time I saw him at the Pub in Whistler.

  Concern washed over his face, his body became rigid, his eyes distant. I couldn’
t understand why. Was I seeing recognition or fear in his eyes? He quickly grabbed his coat and notebook, giving me one last look and darted out before I could say anything, leaving a pile of books in his wake.

  I knew what I did was wrong. I never should’ve come to get a glimpse of Athen. I had to be reminded of his presence. I couldn’t stay away. The wait had been excruciating, and I wanted to make sure he was okay. Thanks to my clumsiness, I wasn’t sure if he was. I found my way quickly over to the table where he was sitting to see what he was researching. As I got closer to the table my hands began to shake. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, maybe historical or technical books or how about comics? There were seven books laid out all over the table, some open and others in tidy piles. My gut became snarled as I approached the first book he left open. I recognized it instantly.

  The book was a dictionary on Angels and Demons. The same one we had in our collection back in Whistler.

  Chills began at the base of my spine running quickly through the rest of my body. Why would he be interested in this topic? I began quickly shuffling through all of the books. Every one of them was on either one or the other subject. I had no idea what this meant. Recognizing that the only people who would know what this signifies would be infuriated that I was even at the library - let alone making eye contact with him. The industrial, dull metal clock on the wall was ticking away my fate as my insides twisted with fear at the prospect of having to come clean with Arie and Cyril. A sigh escaped as I headed out the way I came in; only this time there was not excitement building - just fear and disappointment.

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Karice Bolton lives in the Pacific Northwest with her awesome husband and two wonderfully cute English Bulldogs. She enjoys the fact that it rains quite a bit in Washington and can then have an excuse to stay indoors and type away. She loves anything to do with the snow and seeks out the stuff whenever she can.