Immortals of Indriell- The Collection

by Melissa A. Craven

  “Don’t stop fighting yet! It will be over soon.”

  She knew he was lying. The night was growing late and still her body raged, burning away all traces of the girl she’d been.

  She heard an echo of Navid’s voice fill her mind.

  Remember this girl, this version of yourself!

  It was a warning. He knew this was coming and wanted to help her through it. She really missed Navid.

  Her sight blurred and dimmed as she stared at the ominous sky. A blue fog descended over her. Thunder clapped in the distance and eerie golden-green lightning flickered in the sky. The visions returned. They were no longer memories now. She saw a figure in the distance. Aidan, his eyes filled with anguish. Quinn’s mother comforted him. Then Allie saw him leaving for Germany with Wendy. He looked broken.

  In a flash of green light, she saw herself with her family. A strange young woman joined them. She was tall, with dark ebony hair. She was beautiful, her perfect face so familiar. Allie laughed with her as they watched Joss’s future children playing with Carson. Another man sat nearby with his blue-eyed daughter, who reminded Allie of someone she knew but couldn’t place. Aidan and a handsome young man with midnight-dark eyes stood among the strangers, each so vitally important to her, but she didn’t know them yet.

  She saw herself standing defiantly with Gregg before a panel of judges as Aidan and their friends moved in behind her.

  In another instant, the dark young woman returned, but this time she loomed over Allie with hate and fear clouding her icy gray eyes.

  Alexis, remember her! Navid’s voice echoed in her mind. For a moment she thought he was there with her, but in a flicker of that strange green light, he was gone.

  With a violent jerk, the bizarre images faded and the excruciating headache returned. On the beach now, Allie fisted handfuls of the blood-soaked sand beneath her. The waves rushed over her. She cried out, suddenly blind and deaf, the water swept her out into the depths of the cold, dark lake.

  “Aidan!” She knew he was close. She wasn’t really drowning. She felt his warm embrace, but she slipped into an oppressive void. She was dying, her senses shutting down one by one, plunging her into darkness and solitude.

  “Fight it, Allie!”

  She panicked in the emptiness. It felt like days before her pain lessened, but in the torment of her oblivion, it was not the sweet relief she longed for. She continued to drift.

  We have all been exactly where you are right now. You are different even among those like us. I cannot imagine the incredible loneliness you’ve endured all your life; how isolated you must have felt when others shied away from your touch. Never understanding what set you apart. Despite how much you love your family, they just haven’t been enough. You are safe among these dear friends. Trust them. They will teach you and guide you. They will protect you in a way your mother and father never could. No matter the agony and fear you’ve suffered today, it will end! But you must keep fighting! Don’t let the void take you.

  The mysterious words gave her the strength she needed. Allie struggled to find the surface but refused to give up. Gradually, all sensation returned and she could feel Aidan’s arms around her. She fought hard, hanging on to his warmth. Peace washed over her. She clutched him tightly, grappling for that tenuous thread of reality. And just as suddenly as it all began, the trance lifted.

  With a deep breath, clarity returned. “It’s over!” she gasped. She was exhausted and couldn’t keep her eyes open.

  “It’s safe to sleep now, Lex. I’ll be here when you wake. Just remember … I’m still me,” Aidan whispered as an unnatural sleep took her.

  ~~~

  CHAPTER

  ELEVEN

  Allie hovered somewhere between asleep and awake, too afraid to face the realities this day would bring. The sun streaming in through the windows was warm on her face. She’d slept through the night and well into the morning.

  When she could avoid it no longer, Allie gave a careful flutter of her eyelids. The room swirled around her, like she wore prescription lenses she wasn’t quite used to yet. Everything finally snapped into super-sharp-high-def, and she took a deep breath, shoving the blankets aside. She stood, glancing down at the bed that held the ashes of her former life—a life that was nothing but a lie.

  Her gaze drifted to the mirror. She stared, dumbfounded by the reflection she did not recognize. Her hands drifted over the smooth unblemished skin of her arms.

  It’s like the fire never happened! Her burns were gone and barely a freckle remained. She remembered the searing, burning itch she couldn’t scratch. I’m healed?

  She studied the riot of fiery red curls framing her face. It was more vibrant than ever, shot with gold, silver and copper threads, but it was longer! Like it was before the fire.

  Her eyes, always an unusual shade of green, stared back at her like unnatural twin jewels, shining with golden-green light. It frightened her the way they flickered and flared like a candle flame with every rapid beat of her heart.

  “Just breathe, Allie,” Aidan said as he entered the room. “It will calm.”

  She felt it then; the heat radiating from her core. She watched the light dim in her eyes as she took a deep breath and pushed the warmth back to her center.

  He stepped behind her and she shivered from the odd sense of awareness that told her he was near. She felt it before—that thing they had between them—but it was much stronger now. The white noise rushed into her ears and her heart clenched with anxiety.

  He’s dangerous.

  “It’s just me.” His voice was thick with emotion.

  She whirled to face him, her eyes wide with disbelief as she backed away. He was so different. His eyes were dark, like black star sapphires, with a sunburst of shifting golden light at their center. His hair wasn’t the silky brown she remembered, but so jet-black it was almost blue. His skin was flawless, warm and golden, contrasting sharply against the cool darkness of his features. He was beautiful—like a deadly viper—and not the Aidan she knew. This was the menacing Aidan from her nightmare.

  He’s a stranger.

  “Please? You know me, Lex,” he said with a hint of despair. She saw a flicker of her Aidan. “Don’t be scared. I couldn’t stand it if this changed us.” She could hear the hurt in his voice and knew her best friend was in there somewhere.

  “What’s happening?” Her tears fell freely as she rushed into his arms, shoving her uneasy feelings aside. Everything she felt told her she should be wary of him, but her heart told her she could never truly fear him.

  “Thank God!” he nearly sobbed, hugging her tightly.

  “Why are you so different?” she whispered.

  “Look at me.” His hands cupped her face, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Nothing about me has changed, I promise. You’re just seeing clearly for the first time. It’s a shock even when you’re expecting it.”

  “I-I have to go.” She pushed him away, hastily grabbing her bag. She felt an overwhelming urge to run and never look back.

  “Stop.”

  “No! I can’t do this!”

  “Yes you can! You are the strongest person I know. Do you have any idea what you’ve accomplished?”

  “Why am I so different?” She dropped her duffle bag.

  “You have always had those beautifully weird green eyes and that same blazing red hair, you’ve just not had the strength to see it. Now you do.”

  “How can everyone not see this?”

  “They’ll see you as they always have because that’s all they’re capable of seeing.”

  “About that open book you mentioned? I’m going to need solid, rational explanations like right freaking now,” she choked on a sob.

  Without a word, he pulled her into his arms. “We’ll get there, Lex. Just take deep breaths when it feels like too much.” She rested her head against his chest and exhaled, letting the warmth of his touch soothe her as it always had.

  “Come on, you’re going to be ra
venously hungry in about two seconds. Sasha’s waiting. We’ll have time for questions later.”

  Her stomach rumbled angrily at the mere suggestion of a meal. She followed in a daze as they made their way down the stairs, but stopped short when she caught sight of Sasha. Her appearance was just as alarming, but Allie didn’t feel the spike of fear as she had with Aidan.

  Sasha isn’t a threat. But she was positively radiant—like even the sun might envy her. Her eyes were vibrant aquamarine with the same sparkle of golden light as Aidan’s. Her chestnut brown hair was strangely threaded with shimmering golden strands and her rich caramel skin glowed.

  “Sasha?”

  “A-Allie,” she stammered, ducking her head.

  “Knock it off, Sash!” Aidan barked.

  “Sorry. Let’s just eat. You must be famished.”

  She had so many questions, but Allie’s stomach was in the driver’s seat now. She could smell the wonderful aromas wafting in from the kitchen. She headed there without an invitation and found an enormous buffet awaiting them. She grabbed a plate and helped herself to two of everything. She didn’t speak until the angry pit in her stomach was fully sated.

  “That was weird, right?” She stared at her empty plate.

  “That’s your first question?” Aidan said.

  “I’m allowed to ask questions now?”

  “Anything you want,” Sasha said.

  “What in the freaking hell are we? I need to hear this from my two best friends.” She reached for their hands.

  Allie barely touched her, but Sasha flinched as if branded. The reaction was a familiar one—magnified by a thousand.

  “I’m so sorry.” She flushed, grasping Allie’s hand firmly, despite her obvious discomfort.

  Aidan paled, absently stroking her palm, as comfortable with her as he ever was. “I’ve waited so impatiently for this moment for so long. But now that it’s here… I don’t know if I can do this.”

  Whatever he was about to say would forever change her world, that much she knew. But whatever it was, she knew she would have his unwavering support, and that gave her strength.

  “I’m ready, Aidan. Just rip the Band-Aid off already. It can’t be worse than sixteen years of not knowing.”

  “I should be offering you comfort.”

  “You will.”

  “We’re Immortal, Lex,” he said softly.

  Immortal? She turned the word over in her mind, but it didn’t make sense. “I-I was really hoping for something more like, ‘Yer a wizard, Harry.” She was almost relieved at her knee-jerk reaction to diffuse the situation with humor. It told her she still Allie.

  “Sarcasm? Now? Really?”

  “It’s how I roll.” She shrugged. “Immortal? How’s that even possible?”

  “In the simplest of terms, we are the direct descendants of an ancient race of immortal humans who have remained powerful. I don’t want to throw too much at you too fast. There’s no rush, we have all the time in the world.”

  “You’re making jokes? Now? Really?”

  “It’s how I roll.”

  “You two deserve each other.” Sasha rolled her eyes.

  “So do I… Do we… Stay like this forever?”

  “We will continue to age normally for quite some time, but it will eventually slow,” Sasha explained. “Allie, we’ve grown up knowing what to expect, but to suddenly be thrust into a life you never knew existed—to suffer an Awakening completely unprepared? I can’t fathom how you must feel. Just know, we will be here for you no matter what.”

  “So what now?”

  “Mom’s waiting for you in the garden. She’ll explain the basics,” Aidan said.

  “Alright.” Allie rose reluctantly. It was finally time for the answers she’d been waiting for all her life.

  ~~~

  CHAPTER

  TWELVE

  “Don’t be frightened,” Naeemah said.

  Allie focused on putting one foot in front of the other as she crossed the courtyard to join her. As expected, she didn’t resemble the older woman Allie had grown to love. She was stunning and not a day over thirty. Her exotic lapis-lazuli eyes gleamed with that same strange golden light as her children’s.

  A family trait?

  “I see Aidan found the right words.” She offered Allie a seat. “I wasn’t certain he could strike such a terrible blow, but he felt it was his responsibility.”

  Allie nodded dumbly.

  “I know how unsettling this must be for you,” she said, “but we have much to cover, beginning with the most obvious—our appearance. Mortals are incapable of seeing our more unusual features, but that does not mean they don’t notice how slowly we age. However, there are ways we can deceive them: a few mental tricks that allow us to project the illusion of normal aging. Several thousand years ago, only a select few were capable of such a feat. Over time, most of us have adapted so that we blend with the changing world, like chameleons. Now that you have experienced your own Awakening, the scales have fallen from your eyes and you see clearly, but your family and friends will not acknowledge this monumental change.”

  “So I have to pretend? Like nothing’s changed?” Allie’s whole world had flipped upside down overnight and she had to play along like everything was fine?

  “I am so sorry, sweetheart. This will not be easy. You have a lot to learn rather quickly. I’m afraid we don’t have all the time in the world. Despite my son’s jokes.”

  “You heard that?”

  “We have extraordinary abilities; a strong sense of hearing is just one of many. Come.” She opened her arms. “Let me mother you since your own mother can’t.”

  Allie didn’t need to be asked twice; she hurled herself into Naeemah’s arms and let her tears flow.

  “It is possible that Lily and Carson know something of who you really are, but for now, we feel it is best to keep them out of it.”

  “I love my parents, but what about my birth parents?”

  “Perhaps you’ve noticed the prevalence of adoption among our families? We are often orphans of strange circumstances, just like you. Our family bonds are powerful, but in most cases, we are not related by blood. Something stronger binds us together. Natural born Immortals are extremely rare. I am one of those lucky few.”

  “If we’re abandoned at birth, then who abandoned us?”

  “I’m afraid I do not have a definitive answer to that question. There are many theories about our origins, but it is mostly conjecture.”

  “I forget sometimes that Aidan and Sasha are adopted,” Allie said. “They seem so much like you and Gregg.”

  “Yet they look nothing like us. But, just watch Aidan and Greggory together and you will see how strong their father-son bond is. And when you meet all the McBrien boys, you’ll wonder how I ever survived them all! They have the same charisma, even the same infuriating grin and wink; rushing headlong into trouble without giving a thought to how they’ll get out of it. But there are no genetic ties among them because our family bonds supersede biology.”

  Allie stared at her feet, unable to fathom how this had happened to her.

  “Why don’t we go for a walk while we talk?” Naeemah suggested. “There is so much you need to understand,” she said as they headed up to the grassy hills along the cliffs. “For weeks we have considered how we might tell you everything you need to know without overwhelming you. I think it’s important to take this slowly over the next few days, but I’m afraid that is all the time we can allow. After that you must sink or swim.”

  Allie shuddered as they approached the edge of the precipice. The metaphorical one in her mind loomed large as she stared at the water far below.

  “I love this place.” Naeemah gazed across the lake. “I’ve lived all over the world but Kelleys Island reminds me of home.”

  “How old are you, Naeemah?”

  “I was born in Alexandria, in fifteen-twenty-seven. Just ten years before my birth, the Ottoman Turks took the Throne of Egypt that
once belonged to my mother, Queen Hatshepsut, the notorious woman who dared name herself Pharaoh during the eighteenth dynasty of the Middle Kingdom.”

  “Shut up!” Allie gasped.

  Naeemah chuckled at her enthusiasm. “My father is Senmut, the man who tutored the young princess before she became the strong ruler we know from history.”

  “Your mother was the most powerful woman of the ancient world?”

  “Yes, she is remarkable and continues to amaze me with her ability to adapt to the modern world. She goes by Nadira now, and my father by Sayid.”

  “She must be over three thousand years old!”

  “She was three thousand when I was born.”

  “Wow,” Allie said. “I must seem embryonic in comparison.”

  “Yes, you are very young, and you need to understand you will be considered an adolescent for many decades.”

  “Decades?” The thought of herself as a thirty year old teenager seemed ridiculous.

  “You’ll need guidance. There is much a young Immortal must learn before they can truly be on their own.”

  “Like what?”

  “Come, let’s sit.” Naeemah gestured toward the lone laurel tree along the grassy slopes.

  “We are powerful beings, capable of astonishing things, but it takes long years of training and hard work to realize our potential. You have a very difficult road ahead of you, but you will soon discover what you’re capable of through our guidance. Nearly all Immortals possess superior senses, strength, speed, and stamina, as well as certain abilities many of us have in common. You’ll spend the next several years learning to adjust to your more powerful nature. But the power manifests differently in all of us. Your gifts will be unique to you as an individual, and they are probably already emerging.”

  “You mean like superpowers?” Allie’s heart hammered in her chest.

  “For lack of a better comparison, yes, but that is a bad analogy.” Naeemah was obviously struggling to find the right words.

  “My powers are of a kinetic origin, which means I can manipulate the movement of objects. I have a strong connection with the physical world that allows me to see the geometry and physics that control an object’s movement as a tangible thing.”