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been only a few of you born throughout history,” AnnaBeth said. She flipped through the pages of the small book until she came to a page with writings in a strange language, and a hand drawn picture of a man.
“This is the last one that lived,” AnnaBeth said, showing the picture to Alex, “do you recognize him?”
“No,” Alex said, shaking her head and looking up at AnnaBeth. “Am I supposed to?”
“Well,” AnnaBeth said with a smile, “perhaps not by his picture, but you should certainly recognize his name. He is Alexander. He lived nearly two thousand years ago.”
“ You mean Alexander the Great?” Alex said, her brows raised even higher on her forehead.
“Exactly,” AnnaBeth said . “There is a reason he is known as great, Alexandra. And there is also a reason you share a name with him.”
“Alexander the Great was like me?” Alex asked, still shocked by the information.
“Yes,” AnnaBeth said casually, flipping through the pages of the book again. She stopped on a page of drawings containing some pictures that Alex definitely recognized. “Now, these are called the Magi.”
“I know,” Alex said, her face turning white as a piece of paper at the sight of them, “I had the displeasure of running into them.”
AnnaBeth’s eyes snapped up to Alex.
“You’ve met the Magi?” AnnaBeth asked as her eyes searched Alex.
“Yeah,” Alex said, holding out her arm to show AnnaBeth the scar that was there. “That’s how I got this.”
AnnaBeth’s face paled as her gaze fell to the puckered scar that was on Alexandra’s wrist.
“You didn’t,” AnnaBeth said, her voice was dry and barely more than a whisper. “Please tell me you did not freely give them your blood.”
“Well, I don’t know if I would say it was entirely freely,” Alex said, growing uncomfortable with AnnaBeth’s concern. “They had Sam, I had to do what they wanted.”
AnnaBeth stood from the bench and began to pace, muttering to herself in the strange language her sisters often spoke in.
“Is everything Ok?” Alex asked. AnnaBeth paused her pacing momentarily to look at Alex, but she said nothing and continued her nervous reaction.
“AnnaBeth,” Alex said, “seriously. What’s up?”
Alex grew increasingly concerned when AnnaBeth completely ignored the second question. The woman had been the pinnacle of calm and collected since Alex had met her, but now she was completely freaking out. Alex was on the brink of freaking out herself when finally AnnaBeth stopped pacing and turned to look at her. The fear was clear on her face.
“Things are much worse than I thought,” AnnaBeth said quietly, still avoiding Alexandra’s eyes, as if the grass of the park had suddenly become extremely interesting.
“Why? What are they going to do with my blood?” Alex asked.
“It’s what they have already done with it, Alexandra,” AnnaBeth said, her voice still low and soft.
“Ok,” Alex said, tossing her hands up, “What have they done?”
“They have resurrected their master,” Ann aBeth said, “the Ancient. We are all in a lot of trouble.”
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“We must change our plans,” AnnaBeth said as she and Alex entered the hotel room where Sam and Balthazar were waiting for them to return. There was an urgent unsettledness in her voice that Sam immediately picked up on.
“So, we aren’t stealing the Hope Diamond?” Sam asked a little hopeful. He’d had his misgivings about this line of action, though he hadn’t wanted to say anything for fear of looking wimpy to AnnaBeth.
“Of course we are,” AnnaBeth said. “But Alexandra needs significant training before we return.”
“Ok,” Sam said, “so, what? A couple more days?”
“No,” AnnaBeth said. Sam was becoming uncomfortable with the sudden seriousness that had overcome the once perpetually cheery woman that he was developing some pretty heavy feelings for. “The kind of
“This is the last one that lived,” AnnaBeth said, showing the picture to Alex, “do you recognize him?”
“No,” Alex said, shaking her head and looking up at AnnaBeth. “Am I supposed to?”
“Well,” AnnaBeth said with a smile, “perhaps not by his picture, but you should certainly recognize his name. He is Alexander. He lived nearly two thousand years ago.”
“ You mean Alexander the Great?” Alex said, her brows raised even higher on her forehead.
“Exactly,” AnnaBeth said . “There is a reason he is known as great, Alexandra. And there is also a reason you share a name with him.”
“Alexander the Great was like me?” Alex asked, still shocked by the information.
“Yes,” AnnaBeth said casually, flipping through the pages of the book again. She stopped on a page of drawings containing some pictures that Alex definitely recognized. “Now, these are called the Magi.”
“I know,” Alex said, her face turning white as a piece of paper at the sight of them, “I had the displeasure of running into them.”
AnnaBeth’s eyes snapped up to Alex.
“You’ve met the Magi?” AnnaBeth asked as her eyes searched Alex.
“Yeah,” Alex said, holding out her arm to show AnnaBeth the scar that was there. “That’s how I got this.”
AnnaBeth’s face paled as her gaze fell to the puckered scar that was on Alexandra’s wrist.
“You didn’t,” AnnaBeth said, her voice was dry and barely more than a whisper. “Please tell me you did not freely give them your blood.”
“Well, I don’t know if I would say it was entirely freely,” Alex said, growing uncomfortable with AnnaBeth’s concern. “They had Sam, I had to do what they wanted.”
AnnaBeth stood from the bench and began to pace, muttering to herself in the strange language her sisters often spoke in.
“Is everything Ok?” Alex asked. AnnaBeth paused her pacing momentarily to look at Alex, but she said nothing and continued her nervous reaction.
“AnnaBeth,” Alex said, “seriously. What’s up?”
Alex grew increasingly concerned when AnnaBeth completely ignored the second question. The woman had been the pinnacle of calm and collected since Alex had met her, but now she was completely freaking out. Alex was on the brink of freaking out herself when finally AnnaBeth stopped pacing and turned to look at her. The fear was clear on her face.
“Things are much worse than I thought,” AnnaBeth said quietly, still avoiding Alexandra’s eyes, as if the grass of the park had suddenly become extremely interesting.
“Why? What are they going to do with my blood?” Alex asked.
“It’s what they have already done with it, Alexandra,” AnnaBeth said, her voice still low and soft.
“Ok,” Alex said, tossing her hands up, “What have they done?”
“They have resurrected their master,” Ann aBeth said, “the Ancient. We are all in a lot of trouble.”
#
“We must change our plans,” AnnaBeth said as she and Alex entered the hotel room where Sam and Balthazar were waiting for them to return. There was an urgent unsettledness in her voice that Sam immediately picked up on.
“So, we aren’t stealing the Hope Diamond?” Sam asked a little hopeful. He’d had his misgivings about this line of action, though he hadn’t wanted to say anything for fear of looking wimpy to AnnaBeth.
“Of course we are,” AnnaBeth said. “But Alexandra needs significant training before we return.”
“Ok,” Sam said, “so, what? A couple more days?”
“No,” AnnaBeth said. Sam was becoming uncomfortable with the sudden seriousness that had overcome the once perpetually cheery woman that he was developing some pretty heavy feelings for. “The kind of
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