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burned and her right hand felt heavy. Mari didn’t have to help Celestina or believe her strange story, but she did. Bone deep, soul deep, she somehow simply knew that there were bad guys down there waiting for her, and that if she didn’t free Raiden, it would be bad, end of the world bad.
“This is it, Raiden. The end of the road.” Two years ago the nightmares had started. Two years ago her already crazy life had stopped making sense and she’d become obsessed with finding proof that they were here. Two years ago, Raiden’s ship had crashed and sank to the bottom of the ocean. Now a sleeping prince awaited her under the magical spell of an advanced stasis chamber with alien monsters for guards.
She’d have preferred Sleeping Beauty and a dragon.
Some fairy tale. And she didn’t recall any of the girls in the stories facing walking creatures with inhuman black eyes that seemed to suck out your very soul. Or traveling naked through time.
Mari rubbed her palm. It felt completely normal now and, somehow, that disturbed her even more than the weird metallic glove had. The weapon appeared to be gone. Perhaps she’d finally crossed over into the realm of schizophrenia and was having conversations and experiences with people who weren’t real.
She moved to the side of the boat and pointed her hand at the water once more. Breathing deeply to calm her racing heart, she focused and created the image in her mind of a fireball shooting from her palm.
With a loud sizzle, the water in front of her churned and boiled as steam rose up in a wall of scorching heat.
“Awesome.”
Real then. What about her shoulder?
Mari raced into the tiny head. Twisting until she could see her shoulder in the mirror, she tried not to react at the sight greeting her. Sure enough, the Mark was there at the top of her arm, smack dab in the middle of her deltoid, the Mark Celestina claimed belonged to both Raiden and herself. “Holy shit. It’s a Shen.”
This was not exactly like what she’d seen down in that cave. No. This symbol she recognized.
Mari traced the circular symbol with her fingertip, identified it from her ancient world languages class. The symbol was Egyptian and was considered a symbol of eternal protection. The thought was that it was a length of rope twisted into a circle with the remaining ends forming a straight line beneath. It was used in hieroglyphs of the gods and goddesses of the ancient Egyptians’ religion, and was stretched into the more common cartouche symbol used to enclose the names of the Pharoahs or loved ones.
She’d never had a tattoo in her life. Her mother, God rest her tortured soul, was probably turning cartwheels in her grave about now. Or perhaps not. Maybe this would have given her mother some peace from the nightmares.
Now that Mari knew about the Triscani, Celestina, Bran, and the Timewalkers, she wondered about her mother’s heritage, and her own. Her mother had spent a fortune on religious cleansings, gifts to the church, blessings and even an exorcism for both herself and her daughter.
Nothing helped and now Mari began to understand why. She wasn’t crazy, and neither was her mother. They’d somehow tapped into a reality few ever saw, and no one had told them about. Her mother’s Catholic upbringing had led her to blame everything on demons and a sin-filled life. Her father had tried to cheerfully ignore them and their issues. He liked to pretend it would all go away.
Neither of her parent’s strategies had worked so Mari had decided to hunt for answers. And now, she’d finally found them. She rubbed the symbol that had magically appeared on her shoulder.
“This one’s for you, Mom. I’m going to go kill some demons.”
Mari stared into the exact replica of her mother’s brown eyes in the mirror as she made her promise. Then she rolled her shoulders, grabbed her spare swim suit from the hook where she’d left it to dry, tugged it on and walked back onto the deck. Not
“This is it, Raiden. The end of the road.” Two years ago the nightmares had started. Two years ago her already crazy life had stopped making sense and she’d become obsessed with finding proof that they were here. Two years ago, Raiden’s ship had crashed and sank to the bottom of the ocean. Now a sleeping prince awaited her under the magical spell of an advanced stasis chamber with alien monsters for guards.
She’d have preferred Sleeping Beauty and a dragon.
Some fairy tale. And she didn’t recall any of the girls in the stories facing walking creatures with inhuman black eyes that seemed to suck out your very soul. Or traveling naked through time.
Mari rubbed her palm. It felt completely normal now and, somehow, that disturbed her even more than the weird metallic glove had. The weapon appeared to be gone. Perhaps she’d finally crossed over into the realm of schizophrenia and was having conversations and experiences with people who weren’t real.
She moved to the side of the boat and pointed her hand at the water once more. Breathing deeply to calm her racing heart, she focused and created the image in her mind of a fireball shooting from her palm.
With a loud sizzle, the water in front of her churned and boiled as steam rose up in a wall of scorching heat.
“Awesome.”
Real then. What about her shoulder?
Mari raced into the tiny head. Twisting until she could see her shoulder in the mirror, she tried not to react at the sight greeting her. Sure enough, the Mark was there at the top of her arm, smack dab in the middle of her deltoid, the Mark Celestina claimed belonged to both Raiden and herself. “Holy shit. It’s a Shen.”
This was not exactly like what she’d seen down in that cave. No. This symbol she recognized.
Mari traced the circular symbol with her fingertip, identified it from her ancient world languages class. The symbol was Egyptian and was considered a symbol of eternal protection. The thought was that it was a length of rope twisted into a circle with the remaining ends forming a straight line beneath. It was used in hieroglyphs of the gods and goddesses of the ancient Egyptians’ religion, and was stretched into the more common cartouche symbol used to enclose the names of the Pharoahs or loved ones.
She’d never had a tattoo in her life. Her mother, God rest her tortured soul, was probably turning cartwheels in her grave about now. Or perhaps not. Maybe this would have given her mother some peace from the nightmares.
Now that Mari knew about the Triscani, Celestina, Bran, and the Timewalkers, she wondered about her mother’s heritage, and her own. Her mother had spent a fortune on religious cleansings, gifts to the church, blessings and even an exorcism for both herself and her daughter.
Nothing helped and now Mari began to understand why. She wasn’t crazy, and neither was her mother. They’d somehow tapped into a reality few ever saw, and no one had told them about. Her mother’s Catholic upbringing had led her to blame everything on demons and a sin-filled life. Her father had tried to cheerfully ignore them and their issues. He liked to pretend it would all go away.
Neither of her parent’s strategies had worked so Mari had decided to hunt for answers. And now, she’d finally found them. She rubbed the symbol that had magically appeared on her shoulder.
“This one’s for you, Mom. I’m going to go kill some demons.”
Mari stared into the exact replica of her mother’s brown eyes in the mirror as she made her promise. Then she rolled her shoulders, grabbed her spare swim suit from the hook where she’d left it to dry, tugged it on and walked back onto the deck. Not
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