Awakening - Book of Fire (Blood Heritage)

by Krista Gray-Fee

  The Circle is playing their hand too loose, and she is seeing every card clearly. They aren't quite as clever as they think. Why would the deity she intends to kill want to elevate her into her full power, why would he desire her at full strength if he knows her intention is war. The cat woman that attacked James hadn't admitted who sent her, they only assumed it was him. It could just as easily have been a member of the circle; watching, waiting and pushing her to their desired end. They are the manipulators. It hasn't gotten past her perception that they criticize humanity for creating a God to explain away what they don't want to see, where the Circle claims to believe in a higher power under the exact same circumstances. Hypocrites and liars don't make great team mates.

  She takes off the pendant resting it on the dresser, she won't wear the symbol of a society that neither understands her, cares for her, or plays honestly with her. She has known churches before and seen the crooked face of manipulation. The business end far more important than the actuality of saving and serving those in need. The circle seems now to be nothing more than another organization bent on creating a desired result. She has begun to wonder if that result is as pure as they want it to seem. With a deeper clarity she can now see their words. They don't really want to stay on earth, but are unsure they will be saved from it. If they are stuck here they want to enjoy all that it has to offer, they speak words of compassion and freedom for human kind, but haven't really foreseen a bright future for the lesser species no matter what. Though they want to save the world from the hand of the Father, they have other intentions when he has gone. They are afraid they are going to be left behind. They hope to have power over everyone and everything.

  Amber wonders if without the Father humanity might be weaker, will no longer have the protection of the deity that both watches over and destroys them. The circle will probably step in after he is gone and either control, or destroy what remains of the human population. They will inherit the earth. And within her is born a seed of doubt and of fury that will grow as each answer, each discovery confirms her dark suspicions. They may think her a servant to their cause, but she will serve no one and she will bring the truth to light. She will peel back the veils one by one, to see the whole picture, James doesn't have the experiences and perceptions she has, but all of what she is saying makes perfect sense to him. He can see how she might see both sides of the game as the enemy. He cautions her to go slowly, to hold her beliefs close to her chest. He is a man of patience and persistence.

  "Don't reveal yourself too soon, they have eyes everywhere...we aren't sure who to trust yet. I will help as much as I can. I'm so sorry you have to be involved in such a messy world. You deserve so much more than this. Perhaps someday you will get to experience heaven, and peace."

  She looks at him putting her hand on his cheek. "I experience heaven everyday that I'm with you and peace every moment I spend in your arms. You are my reward, you are my reason. I will take all of this mess, for the love that we share, I wouldn't miss it for the world."

  He Speaks To Her

  "You have turned out beautifully," he whispers completely catching her off guard. She didn't feel anything to warn her of his presence, when she looks up she is stunned by the phenomenal brown eyes looking deep into her. She knows who he is, without a moment's hesitation. She never expected to see him, here in the coffee shop, in her normal world. She is knocked completely off balance. She can't breathe, or focus, can only stare at him, he is spectacular.

  His features, this body, though fantastic, is only cloaking over the true being. His presence a glowing ember of overwhelming sensation. he is the visage of power, beyond understanding, beyond imagination, beyond the boundaries of this universe. He truly is what she would imagine a God to be, standing before her, gazing deep into her eyes.

  "I know you are confused child, you are newly born into your world. I know there are many influences pushing you every which way. This is the only chance you will have to speak with me. I am here for only a short while. You won't make a move against me, not here and not now. So just sit and hear me."

  "You have heard what others want of you, you have felt a wild array of feelings and have sought alliances on every side, and yet you know nothing! How can you know, for knowing implies there is a single truth to be had. Never forget the true rules of the game, daughter; the only truth that you have always believed. There is no reality, only perception. What reality will you choose? What will you make of this new world you have at your fingertips."

  If you are looking for a battle of good versus evil with clear lines drawn in black and white, you won't find them. There are many things happening that are not connected and many versions of the truth you're seeking. Not every monster is a foaming and terrifying beast and not every angel is pristine and pure. You're walking dangerous roads, young one. Roads that lead to nowhere. He kisses her on the top of her forehead, walking out the door. She follows but he's gone in a flash. She feels the energy, the beam of light pulling him skyward. The clouds evaporating under the powerful static. The disturbance shattering the balance in the air. For over an hour she stays there listening and tuning in to the vibrations of the other world, the place she will never get to know. It pulls at her, tempting and tantalizing her.

  She doesn't understand what she's feeling. Confusion, doubt and hundreds of questions rage through her mind. She's not even sure what she ought to do next. Walking back into the store, Amber finishes out the day, chatting with Rissa as if nothing different is happening. She wants to go home and walk with her dog; pretend to get back to normal. Amber wants to make a fantastic dinner and go for a swim in her pool, to forget there are monsters. She needs to forget the perfect spirit she touched this afternoon is supposed to be evil and dangerous and an undeniable force of destruction. How is she supposed to reconcile that something so beautiful can also be so terrible? She can't deny the things she has seen, but also knows what he has done to those innocent women and so many others. She wants to see in black and white, where only shades of grey exist.

  She can still feel his touch, his tenderness. What kind of world does she live in? Shouldn't the creator of it all be unwilling to knock down the blocks that support the weight of his design? But then he isn't the creator of it all is he? Shouldn't there be a clear line between what is true and what isn't, what is good and what is evil? How can every creature hold so much of both? What action is the right one... there is no clear result no matter what she might choose? She only knows in this moment she likes the Father far more than she likes the members of the Circle.

  Amber finds herself struggling, her mind can't find any solid ground to stand on. She trusts little of what she seemingly "knows" nothing seems real to her anymore. She has no clear delineation between dreaming and waking, she doesn't know who to trust. Everything seems to be spiraling out of control, a wild whirlwind swirling around her, just waiting for her to stop struggling against it. She thinks Somehow there must be a way to stop the wind, though she doesn't see the answer clearly, there must be some way to seek out the calm. She must find the eye of the storm, become the center of it all, the place where safety can be found even if only for an instant. She knows where that place is, for her at least. The quiet within, the calm that lulls her into believing everything is all right. She runs home slamming the door shut behind her, latching it against whatever might be out there. They can have their wars, their disagreements and their moralities. She wants to be left alone.

  Stepping into the shower and allowing the warm water to release her mind, she laughs as Allie bats the splashing droplets on the bathroom floor. She is home, in her safe world and she can simply stay here for a while and let the rest of the puzzle figure itself out. She will wait until she sees a clear plan of action, until she knows what her heart tells her to do. She can't rush into things, risk becoming the cause for the destruction of humanity. Though a far-fetched thought under the circumstances it seems to be a real possibility. Is she going crazy, creating all of this
in her head? How self-important could she be, thinking she is necessary to save humanity in any way? She is only what she has always been, a misfit, an orphan, someone who doesn't fit anywhere. Amber is the unwanted, how can it be her responsibility?

  She closes the door allowing the music to take her away to the world where it no longer matters who she is, only the euphoria of the art matters. She revels in the sweat pouring off her skin and the pain building in her muscles. As she continues to dance the sun goes down, the world continues to spin and creatures everywhere continue to breathe.

  When Amber hears his key in the door, she collapses in exhaustion and agony on the floor. James walks in to find her in distress, running to her he holds her in his arms and it is then the tears came, they well up in her eyes and won't stop until she has released them all.

  Her passion and emotion pouring out of her without restraint. She has held the pain inside for so many years that once the dam breaks the onslaught is tremendous and he can do nothing but hold her through it. Once the tears run dry, her anger bubbles to the surface and she beats her fists into him, he continues holding her close despite the pummeling he takes, she screams and struggles and still he refuses to let her go. Together, he promises, we will weather the storm. "I am here for you baby, I'm not going anywhere". James strokes her hair as she trembles and shakes with all the emotion she has finally allowed to escape.

  She feels the weight of all her experiences leaving her body. She lets every pain she has ever known wriggle out of her, she feels them escape from her with overwhelming nausea, the dry heaving purging her of the last bits of suffering that holds onto her. The last bits of tragedy clinging to her evaporating and she clings to him like her salvation, her oxygen. She holds him close refusing to let him go. He feels her sadness overwhelming and stifling and he feels fear for what she is going through. They have been through so much in their short time together.

  When she regains her focus, she decides it's time to take a break, she needs a rest. She wants to see new things, to enjoy a vacation with him. She wants to get out of this place.

  "Take me away she says...somewhere nice, we can escape from this whole thing. I need some time to pretend I'm normal.... we are normal. Let’s find some sandy beaches and fresh seafood. Lets go somewhere"!

  He looks at her, trying to measure what she's going through. He carefully gauges his response before saying it. He knows it's not what she's asking for, but he does feel what he has in mind is the right thing for them to do. "Amber...Joanna and Tanner are going to meet with the manager of the orphanage this weekend, it looks like the girls are there and we plan to bring them back to the US. I know it's not what you really need..but you will know your a part of ensuring these girls don't suffer anymore."

  I don't know if you're up for a mission of mercy, but I know we don't want these little girls winding up in the wrong environment. They're in a very poor area and children die in the orphanage all the time. There are nearly a hundred children being held in this one small location. The sooner we get them out of there, the better. Then we have to figure out why all of the children associated with the case end up going through these channels. We don't know who is sending them there, and how it is determined what families will be given an opportunity to bring them back. It's a pretty complicated way to erase the records of their births.

  Amber already has an idea, thinking it smells like the interference of the circle; the elders seem to think children of the bloodlines should not be raised by those who know who and what they are. Those who would raise them with the knowledge and understanding of all they are going through. How terrible it would be to give them the information and protection they need. The anger again shows its face within her, she doesn't like any of them, with their holier-than-thou attitudes and all-knowing assumptions. They were wrong, she would have been better off with her grandmother. She could have grown up happy and healthy.

  "Okay.. your right.. we can call it a working vacation," She says, Anything to make sure these children don't see what she has seen, don't suffer the same fate, lost in the mix and forgotten in the darkness. "So then let's go to Brazil!...Not what I originally had in mind." Excitement grows within her every second. Something waits for her out there.

  "Amber you're such a wonderful woman! I know this is hard for you... hell, i'm ready to run away myself. Thank you for being so amazingly strong and for putting the needs of these children above your own. I could let them go alone, but I feel strongly we should be there in case things go awry. Thanks for making the best of this horrible situation, You're truly unbelievable. can you have Rissa come by and check on Allie? Maybe she can even stay at the house while we're gone?"

  "I'll check with her, "Amber says, knowing she won't have a problem taking care of things. Rissa and Amber haven't spoken of the accident, or the meeting with the elders, they both act as if nothing has happened. The girls are friends, stuck in a world they don't understand and neither is comfortable enough with the way things are going to try and flesh out anything other than day-to-day survival. Amber believes Rissa is truly her friend, and her instincts are the only thing she has much faith in right now.

  Flights of Fancy

  Joanna gets the tickets for the four of them and registers for four nights in a spectacular resort hotel. They will see the orphanage on their first day, and process the paperwork over the following days. If all goes well they will bring the girls back with them on their flight home. They will remain local and James, Amber and Rissa will be able to keep an eye on them. The couples will attempt to salvage the idea of a vacation while ensuring a better life for those they can actually help. This should be a weekend of celebration, a reminder of the darkness that surrounds them, but a celebration, none the less. James hopes the beauty of the country will also be a sufficient distraction. Maybe he can provide Amber a sense of escape after all.

  They pack for the weekend, Ambers heart beating rapidly in her chest, a new adventure, a new place to explore. She has been here in dreams, darkly bloody terrifying dreams... beyond that, she believes she has been here in reality... when she was young, before the darkness. She thinks Aria was there with her running from the dark place… pieces are sliding into place. Her past, the nightmares, and the terrifying visions. There is something important about this location, the cities and the temples of this wild country. The past is coming full circle with the present.

  In this moment she can only think of the temple of blood, the man standing at its peak, pouring the precious life upon the steps, the man she was so close to at the shop; his eyes flashing and changing, a luminescent blue showing around the edges of the brown that is not his own. The visage of humanity slipping from his body, his true form, full of light and beauty revealed to her at last. Standing there, shining glorious and terrifying. Huge wings of silver steel, talons flashing in the glistening daylight, eyes shining ethereal blue with flecks of gold. The head of a Jackal, the god Ra of Ancient Egypt, the snake of the Old Testament, wriggling down the crimson stained steps, the dragon raining fire down on the earth. He is all these things. Powerful and dangerous, beautiful and terrifying. He is what is and is to come, the beginning and the end, the Alpha and the Omega. The Father and the Son, he is what man has claimed as his God, his savior. The cause and effect in all things. The creator and the destroyer. He is beautiful and terrible and she can't help loving him despite her fear and discomfort at all the evil he has done. His blood lives within her.

  James wakes Amber as the plane is landing. He hadn't expected her to sleep so soundly, she must have truly needed the rest. She smiles at him as her vision clears. She smiles at him for she has seen something more, something she isn't ready yet to share with them. James is really happy to see her smiling and kisses her as they prepare to get off the plane. The warmth sweeping over them in a sickly thick blanket that cannot be discarded. No matter how hard you want to get it off, it sticks to your body, filling your pores, not allowing the sweat to relieve the miserable nature o
f it.

  Boarding a smaller plane they travel to the more remote community where they are scheduled to visit the children. The air is strange in this world, and the dry earth walkways make the area seem somehow lost to time. Even the airport is little more than a strip of dirt and an open field. Once they get away from the major city there are no cars, only motorcycles and bicycles. The roads are little more than pathways winding through the wilds of the jungle. Amber feels comfortable here, she actually senses an energy drawing her deeper into this natural environment. She knows the jungle, can feel everything dwelling within it's dark protection. She feels the power within the trees, and the vines hanging from every branch. She can smell the warmth, the rot, and the blood that has made this land flourish. This is the center of it all, the place where it all begins. The home away from home where the Others don't feel out of place. This is where the ship landed so long ago, where the temple guards the secrets he doesn't want exposed. This is the origination, the beginning of all that has occurred in her world.