I skim the room looking for an escape route. I won’t go down without a fight, even if it means beating up an old man.
“I hope you will take in what I said and obey the laws,” he tells me. “I wouldn’t want you to end up like you father.”
“I won’t end up like him,” I assure him, but deep down I’m not sure what I’ll end up like. Perhaps my father was once like me, said the same thing as me, but time changes people.
“Good.” Dyvinius is pleased. “You may go.” He motions toward the doors at the back of the room.
I don’t question him. I hurry down the porcelain path for the silver doors, but stop when I see the image of Nicholas on the screen, standing beside me. We’re just standing there looking at each other, my hand on my stomach and he has wicked grin on his face. And we’re doing nothing as the streets burn around us.
“And Gemma,” Dyvinius calls out, ripping my attention away from the screen.
I look back at him. “Yes.”
“I look forward to the day when you come back for your training,” he says in a way that makes me wonder if he thinks I’m not coming back.
I nod and glance back at the screen. The images have faded and now it’s just blank. Shivering, I hurry out of the chamber and gladly leave the City of Crystal behind.
***
When I land back in house, I mishap and end up putting myself down in the living room where Alex is on the sofa, reading his mother’s journal. My sudden appearance scares him so badly he jumps up and starts to reach for his knife. But once his brain processes that it’s me he relaxes and lowers his hand.
“Fuck. You scared the hell out of me.” He pauses, putting two and two together. “What…Where have you… When did you leave the house?”
Not sure what to say, I give him an innocent look, raise my arm, and open my hand. The Purple Flame ignites, bright and fierce, channeling power through me.
His anger shifts into amazement as he sets the journal down. “Where... how did you…”
I close my hand and the flame simmers out. Then I sit down on the sofa and tell him everything that happened, minus a few details.
“So this is it then?” Alex sinks down on the sofa beside me. “You’re just going to go into the mapping ball and if it all works out, the vision will be changed and the world’s future will go back to normal?”
“Yeah, that’s the best case scenario,” I say, frowning. “Although, I’m starting to doubt more and more that my father was telling me the truth… the way Dyvinius was talking about him… he made him seem so evil.” My jaw tightens and I’m not sure whether I feel sad or angry. “Just how my mom said he was.”
“Hey,” Alex says, hooking a finger under my chin and turning my head toward him. “Just because Dyvinius doesn’t like your dad, doesn’t mean he’s bad. We need to find stuff out for ourselves before we decide that.”
“I know.” I release a shaky breath. “It’s just hard to hear how people talk about him… and Dyvinius… he was speculating that I’d turn out like him.”
“That will never happen.” He is being so kind, so caring. “Just because your father’s evil, doesn’t mean you’ll turn out evil.”
“Yeah, you’re right,” I say. “I mean, look at you. You have the worst father in the world but you turned out alright.”
He looks uncertain of how to respond, his eyes greener than they’ve ever been, his breathing quickening. “You don’t know half the things I’ve done,” he whispers. “I might just be as bad as him.”
I shake my head. “No, you’re not.” I take a deep breath, deciding to move past this heavy stuff, the prickle guiding me to my decision. “How about we make a promise to move past this?” I stick out my hand to shake on it. “That we’ll let go of the past and focus on the future, which is what life’s about anyway, right?”
He stares down at my hand and then his gaze interlocks with mine. “Alright, I promise.” But he doesn’t take my hand. Instead he leans forward and presses his lips to mine, so delicately, so tenderly that it warms my soul.
“Can I show you something,” he whispers, his mouth hovering above mine. “Before we go save the world. I promise it’s not too far away and it won’t take very long.”
I nod without a second thought, realizing I’d go anywhere with him. Deep down I can feel that my emotions for him are headed into a dangerous territory. And I should walk away, but whatever I’m feeling for him owns me and my actions so I get up and take his hand.
“Okay, lead the way.”
“Actually, you have to,” he says, giving my hand a squeeze. “I need you to take me to the vision of when I first saw you in the parking lot at your college—when we were technically reunited again.”
Reluctantly I do so, not because I’m afraid of what I might see, but afraid of what I won’t see, in myself.
“Just trust me,” he says as if he can read my mind.
And so I do, taking us away.
Chapter 25
It’s hard for me to pinpoint the exact time, simply because I was unemotional for part of the vision and that time in my life is hard to remember. It always felt like nothing was happening, because nothing was. I had a broken soul, no connection to humanity; I was just a ghost roaming the world.
But I manage to get us to that time and place, dropping us safely into the middle of the campus yard where I had been observing people. The sunlight is trickling through the trees, the air is cool, and in the middle of it all is a sad looking violet eyed girl, sitting on a bench, looking lost, out of it, almost like a zombie.
“My eyes look so empty,” I note, crossing the yard to get a closer look. Alex is still holding my hand and follows me, gripping onto me tightly.
“They do,” he agrees. “But in just a few minutes you won’t.”
I wait, watching the vision form of myself sit there staring at people until finally she gives up and gets up to leave. She strolls across the campus yard, with no real direction or purpose, her bag over her shoulder, as she gazes into nothingness. And then she reaches the parking lot, drops her keys, picks them up, and start glancing around with a perplexed look on her face.
The moment that changed my life forever.
“I remember this part,” I whisper. “It felt like someone was watching me.”