Cyrosphere 3:: Lives Mingling Together

by Deandre Dean

  Cyrosphere 3:

  Lives Mingling Together

  Disclaimer

  All likeness of characters or personalities is just a coincidence and a work of fiction. None of what you read in these pages is real or based on actual events

  Dedication

  I like to thank my family for always supporting me.

  – Deandre

  Cyrosphere 3: Lives Mingling Together

  Chapter One:

  Sitting outside the brownstone house, Ginger made it to San Francisco. Switched off her phone after leaving messages with her family that she’d be gone and out of town, plus not to worry. Of course they’d all worry about where she was and why she wasn’t answering her phone.

  She thought, “I’m here. I made it. Now what do I do?”

  Ginger sighed to herself. Took another look around the peaceful middle class neighborhood. This was the ninth time she taken a glance around since arriving thirty minutes ago. Her anxiety had only multiplied and her lack of a actual plan didn’t help matters at all.

  No. She wouldn’t leave without answers. Ginger was in a bind, but had to find out the truth. She silently exited the Prius and slowly walked two doors down so as not to scare Jensen. Still having no idea what she was going to say, but guess wing it when time approached.

  Standing face to face infront of the door, she quickly knocked and exhaled. Moment of truth, as she brought up her mental barriers unsure of what to expect. Nothing prepared her for this moment, when the door opened to a smiling older lighted skinned black man.

  His caramel color skin, muscular frame was offset by his warm blue eyes inviting Ginger to open up. Was the truth the way to go with this? She wanted more time, and her emotions were in overdrive as she felt the pull of her abilities take over. Time has slowed down and she gasps.

  Ginger says, “Oh shit!”

  A portal begins opening and out steps Spider looking smug.

  She sighs and thinks, “Great, just what I needed.”

  Chapter Two:

  In broad daylight Ginger uncontrollably froze time. She looked down at her watch to avoid meeting Spider’s judgmental gaze. Her stopwatch was paused, this was unreal.

  Ginger thinks, “I can’t believe I just did that.”

  Spider coughs and says, “So messing with time. I see. Oh, and you found Jensen. You must have panicked.”

  Ginger explains, “I was trying to…forget it.”

  Spider sighs and asks, “Explain it to me.”

  Ginger answers, “I got flustered on what to say so I accidentally unleashed my powers.”

  He nods and gently pats her shoulder.

  Ginger asks, “What do I do to remedy this?”

  Spider replies, “That is for you to figure out my dear. I am going to quickly train you on unfreezing time and perhaps how to maintain control. The secrets of my life.”

  Ginger continues, “So what is this big secret?”

  Spider concludes, “Close your eyes. This is an ancient ritual to bind me as your Avatar. You’ll be my apprentice and aspirant. All my magic and knowledge will be yours.”

  Ginger nods, as he takes her hands. Still with her eyes closed, she didn’t feel magic being used or emulating from him. All she sensed was a need to learn from him and awaiting his words of guidance, or encouragement. Something!

  Nothing happened.

  Ginger thinks, “Magic is innate. If Stacey is right, I should be able to cast my own spells based off my abilities.”

  With that will she pulled all magical spells and incantations from Spider into herself. Let my magic fuse with yours’, allowing wisdom from the past to be given to me. Wham.

  Instead of a build up of energy, or any reflection of this taking place Ginger only felt empowered. Magic was her parent’s legacy, it was her birth right. It made her who she was – special and one of a kind. With those thoughts she smiled to herself. When she opened her eyes, she was standing infront of Jensen again and Spider was gone.

  Chapter Three:

  He stood waiting as if unsure who she was, or why she was there.

  Ginger thought, “Was all that a hallucination?”

  Something deep inside her said no. Why would it be? She had control, faith in herself and some new awareness that magic will always help guide her.

  Ginger smiles and says, “Hi, I’m Ginger Solis. I think you know why I am here.”

  The smile on Jensen’s face vanished and was now replaced with shame.

  Ginger wondered, “Why does he feel shame? Did he regret his decision to help my parents all those years ago?”

  She asked, “I am a powerful psionic, so I don’t want to invade your thoughts or feelings, but we should go in to discuss all this.”

  Jensen nods, opens the door wider as she steps inside.

  Ginger wonders, “What am I walking into?”

  Inside the living room was Dodger blue everything from signed autographs to a glass case with a baseball bat in it. It was beautiful, but a part of her didn’t feel it suited him as if something was off, or missing. She just couldn’t put her finger on it.

  As they moved from the living room into the kitchen, because the dinning room was basically a corner with art on its three small space walls. It was like the dining room had been transformed into the living room to expand his baseball paraphilia.

  Jensen asks, “Wanna have a seat? Tea or coffee?”

  Ginger nods and replies, “I’ll take tea.”

  Jensen smiles and it warms up the room. He says, “I enjoy tea as well, so ask me anything you like while we wait.”

  Ginger sucks her teeth and wonders, “How do I ask a thousand questions in three minutes?”

  Chapter Four:

  Sitting next to this stranger with the chance of uncovering her past, and getting answers about her parents that still haunted her. Where to begin?

  Ginger asks, “So why did my parents ask you for your blood? What makes you so special?”

  He smiles and sits up straighter, taking a second to collect his thoughts. Ginger takes a sip of her tea.

  Ginger waits patiently, each second felt like a lifetime without answers. She was reframing from reading his mind out of respect.

  Jensen says, “I am happy to be a demon. I am also a half witch-elf hybrid. I am unique, old and powerful. All that combined made me special, so you’re parents wanted demon abilities in your blood in case the prophecy was true about you. An unfair advantage but screw destiny if stole your freedom from you.”

  Ginger smiles at that comment.

  Jensen asks, “What?”

  Ginger replies, “I never heard anyone come out and say the hell with fate.”

  Jensen answers, “Its all bullshit. We make our own luck and each decision makes us who we are. Your parents wanted nothing but the best for you, regardless of everything else that life may through at you.”

  Ginger nods, unaware she had silently began to cry. She whipped away a few tears, before she could ask for tissue. Jensen conjured it and the man handed some over. He was powerful, and she wondered she was strong and only time will add to her abilities.

  She says, “Thanks. Am I powerful because I have your blood or is my magic tied with yours’ to triple mine.”

  Jensen replies, “A little of both I guess. I am older so with age come higher magic usage and knowledge, but at the same time don’t sell yourself short. Your parents knew you’d be extraordinary, so with my blood gives you a chance to face unprecedented odds.”

  Ginger breathed deeply taking all this in. She wonders, “Am I ready to hear more?”

  Chapter Five:

  Okay, so I got some answers. They made sense, and helped me bet
ter understand my parents reasoning for all this madness. Still I can’t understand how they knew Jensen, or Jensen’s role with Feltus? That last part tugs at Ginger to dig deeper.

  Ginger asked, “So how do you know my parents?”

  Jensen responds, “They helped me form the Ministry of Peace and Dark Force University, and we worked together at PHD. Your parents are major contributors to all the races before they had you and vanished. Witches, demons, elves, vampires, and fairies loved them.”

  All this knowledge was a bite overwhelming to comprehend. Not only had Ginger heard about Dark Force University, but would be going to school there in the Fall. Oh, and she met the entire council of Ministry of Peace. On top of all that was being trained by its founder Johan Spider Grandhorn.

  She wondered, “All this information is too much to handle. I need time to process it all. Oh, and to record it. Damn, I should have brought a journal.”

  Ginger gets up quickly feeling a need for flight. Time to go, now!

  She began to apologize, saying she needed some time to think everything over. He nodded, they said there farewells. Walking down the driveway, she switched her phone back on.

  While waiting for it to power up, all those answers didn’t help alleviate all her pain. But it put some things into perspective. She still had questions, actual twice as many as before going in. Walking to the car, her phone buzzed a few times. She had 17 missed calls, 5 voicemails, oh and 36 text messages from Stacey, Yvette, Aaron, Frost, and Leo.

  Of all the texts, Ginger wondered why Leo had texted her twice. She got in the car, allowing herself a few moments of silence to reflect on everything before returning to her world.

  Chapter Six:

  It was three in the morning when she pulled into the drive-way. Thankfully she didn’t detect anybody awake, so she didn’t have to hide or avoid a billion questions. Still Ginger was silent as the dead, making her way up to her room.

  Easing the door closed behind her, Ginger saw a note on her desk. She walked over to it, and unfolded it. A smiley face from Stacey saying she tried to ease the stress Aaron was under worrying about her. The man was ready to send out a team to find her.

  Luckily Stacey knew she’d be able to handle herself, plus the Prius had GPS so they tracked her down and let her be.

  Ginger thought, “No way is that creepy. Not!”

  She laughed at her own joke, changing into some boy shorts and an old shirt of Diego’s, before headed to the bathroom. She washed up and prepared for bed. In minutes she was fast asleep.

  The banging on her door by an over-bearing, upset Yvette let her know breakfast was ready. She mumbled she’d be down and dragged her feet.

  It was seven in the morning, she barely got a little over three hours of sleep. Her body felt useless and before she could reach for the coffee, Yvette’s anger radiated off her.

  Nearly causing Ginger to stumble backwards into the wall. She never saw the girls upset and realized this time one of them was upset about her. The waffles would have to wait.

  Ginger says, “Let me explain.”

  Yvette rolls her eyes and replies, “Oh, you’re gonna.”

  Stacey answers, “Let her eat before you jump in on the interrogation or biting her head off.”

  Aaron chuckles.

  Yvette intense gaze turns on her father and asks, “Oh, you think this is funny? Or, is this acceptable behavior?”

  Aaron stops smiling and Ginger realized she almost cowered at the harsh, truthful words.

  Ginger jumps in, “This is my entire fault, like me tell you everything.”

  This seemed to defuse the situation, and so Ginger began to reveal everything about her meeting with Jensen Sanders.

  Chapter Seven:

  Two weeks later.

  Ginger sat frustrated waiting to hear back from Jordan, or Jensen.

  Nothing!

  Absolute radio silence! Instead of waiting around Ginger decided she wanted to be active. Engaged and doing something that would take her mind off everything. She cleared the place yesterday, the entire house was spotless.

  Ginger sighed and thought, “Text Lupio.”

  She pulled out her phone and shot him a quick text. In two more weeks summer would end, and she’d be at school at USC. And also planned taking a few extra courses at Dark Force University. That tiny bite of news excited her, regardless of how in control she’d become with her abilities.

  She trained with Stacey numerous times and learned some neat tricks with magic. Mostly putting her analytical brain to work with research, but that wasn’t work. That was fun.

  Books were her world. She always proudly smiled like a fool when in a library, or got giddy when she got a new book.

  Before she could allow her mind to go off on a tangent, she got a reply text from Guadalupe. Apparently he finished up early on a construction job, so was free in a hour or so after he went home to shower and change.

  She became thrilled and thought, “How about a hike?”

  The idea made her happy, and coincidentally Lupio loved to hike. So she was waiting to hear back from Frost about a used Toyota. He said he would look it later in the week, so she decided to fly there.

  The fresh air would do her some good, so she transformed into a shadow. The wind helped levitated her and she glided across the city to the HOLLYWOOD sign. She sat for a few moments, waiting on Guadalupe.

  Chapter Eight:

  After hiking, she felt exeratered and loved Lupio’s company. They went down to the 24 Hour Fitness, showered and changed. It seemed Guadalupe had borrowed his friend Cole’s car.

  Ginger asks, “Is this the same friend Cole from the bar?”

  Lupio smiles and replies “The one and only.”

  Ginger says, “Is it serious?”

  He shrugs and responds, “Not at all, totally casual. We mess around, and besides he isn’t the one. Or, the right guy for me that is.”

  Ginger sucks her teeth.

  Lupio asks, “What? Spill it babygirl.”

  Ginger replies, “How do you know he isn’t the right one for you?”

  Lupio smiles and answers, “The sex is great. Conversation flows easily. Chemistry is amazing. What’s not to enjoy? The problem is my heart doesn’t race or my insides get all tangled up thinking about him. He is a great guy; just no the guy is all.”

  She nods and says, “How insightful.”

  Lupio beams and responds, “What you thought I was all muscle with no brawn?”

  Ginger replies, “Hardly. You’re awesome so why wouldn’t you be a smarty pants? Just I never considered love in them terms.”

  Lupio laughs and says, “Lets grab a smoothie and I’ll drop you off.”

  She nods and felt a strange sensation. Hopefully that wasn’t foreboding.

  Chapter Nine:

  Back at the house Ginger looks in the mirror.

  She thinks, “I am a smart, enthusiastic, compassionate, and resourceful young lady. I can handle anything.”

  Ginger knew this but felt a little overwhelmed with everything going on in her life. She decided to take a nap, and then go for a jog when Stacey got home.

  All of her training with Stacey has greatly improved her abilities. She was getting better at keeping up her mental shields without being reminded.

  Lying down as Ginger tried to drift off to sleep she couldn’t help think about her parents. What her life would be like if they were still alive. And how excited they’d be for her to start college, which has always been a big deal. She whipped a tear away, and all her emotions had drained her.

  Startled Ginger snapped up to a dark room, what time was it. She looked at the clock and it was one thirty in the morning. She groggily went to the bathroom, on her way back to the room. She felt an urge to eat, so she headed downstairs.

  The house was eerily quiet, but what else did she expect at this God awful hour. The tiny traces of a brain nearby, it had to be Yvette or Aaron. Lately she was able to detect Stacey, or any other indigo
s from their unique brain pattern.

  Yvette was sipping tea in the dead of night in the kitchen alone. The sight didn’t frighten her, but lured her closer. It was as if she was transformed.

  She thought, “What a vision, like a mirage.”

  The closer Ginger got, a startled Yvette yelped.

  Yvette says, “You scared me shitless.”

  Ginger replies, “Sorry. I figured no one was up.”

  Between pants Yvette answers, “I usually am. I sometimes get insomnia before a big case. I always wonder about things I might overlook. A person’s life is in my hands, so the anxiety catches up with me. I get four, perhaps five hours a night.”