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Either he'd believe me, or things would get really weird and he'd think I was crazy. I'd seen enough movies with people claiming to be aliens to know how this usually worked out. Unfortunately, I'd have to convince him sooner or later.
"Cephus, I am not from Seraphina." I gave that a moment to sink in. "I'm from another realm called Eden. The language I speak, English, is one of many from there."
Surprise registered on his face, though it was mild compared to earlier. "The legends are true."
It was my turn to look surprised. "You believe me so easily?"
"I have read the histories from those who have lived since the ancient days." He looked at Nightliss. "Many have removed themselves from society, though a few still participate."
A warm sensation blossomed in my chest as hope made a comeback. "You know about the Seraphim War, about Eden? You know about Daelissa and her quest for world domination? Holy crap, this is great!" I almost leapt from my cloud seat but managed to resist the urge.
Cephus's forehead wrinkled with confusion. "I'm sorry," Nookli translated in my ear, "but I did not understand much of what you said." He motioned toward my phone. "It would be beneficial to all of us if I could help you with your Cyrinthian. To do so, I must examine your mind."
Chapter 6
Allowing a stranger to get inside my head sounded like a risky proposition. He'd seen me take down a squad of guards without breaking a sweat. If I allowed him inside my head, he might be able to knock me out without a fight.
Nightliss touched my hand. "I believe he means to imprint you with knowledge of the language. I do not think he means you any harm."
I did a double take. "Wait a minute. If that's possible, why didn't you do that to me before we left?"
Her facial expression turned apologetic. "I am good at healing mind trauma, but I am not very good at imprinting knowledge unless it is simple." She looked at Cephus with wonder. "If he is capable of such a thing—"
Cephus held up his hand to stop her. "I am only marginally capable." He motioned at the room around them. "This building is enchanted with spells from the most gifted among us. I will use one of those spells to help." He continued to speak, but the translation grew worse. "Intelligence…dietary fiber…brain midget experiments."
I deactivated the translation routine to get rid of the nonsense words and turned to Nightliss. "What did he just say?"
"He lapsed into a very technical explanation, some of which even I couldn't understand." Nightliss said something to Cephus. He chuckled and nodded.
"Should I take him up on the offer?" I asked.
Nightliss turned her serious green eyes on me. "I will not allow anything bad to happen to you."
"You know I trust you with my life."
She smiled. "It is mutual." She spoke to Cephus in Cyrinthian.
He nodded, turned, and sent a charge of Murk into a gem located on the window next to the levitator shaft. His eyes closed as he continued to channel. After a moment, he opened his eyes and spoke to Nightliss.
"He found the spell and is about to channel it into you," she said. "It will take some time."
I gave Cephus a thumbs-up and nodded. "Go for it."
He raised an eyebrow. Nightliss translated and he nodded.
Cephus channeled into the gem. He raised his other hand and channeled into me. My head tingled as if a ghost had just passed through it. I felt myself growing sleepy. As I closed my eyelids, images and letters danced through my mind so clearly, it was as if I was seeing them projected on a screen. Glimpses of memories flickered through my mind's eye.
I see the outlines of my parents in a doorway as they hand baby Ivy to Jeremiah Conroy. I see my old bike, the neighbor's cat, someone mowing their lawn. I witness a fast-forward account of middle school. Kids making fun of me, the fat boy. A teacher paddling someone in the hallway. Blood on my knees after falling off my bike.
My memories reach high school. I see
"Cephus, I am not from Seraphina." I gave that a moment to sink in. "I'm from another realm called Eden. The language I speak, English, is one of many from there."
Surprise registered on his face, though it was mild compared to earlier. "The legends are true."
It was my turn to look surprised. "You believe me so easily?"
"I have read the histories from those who have lived since the ancient days." He looked at Nightliss. "Many have removed themselves from society, though a few still participate."
A warm sensation blossomed in my chest as hope made a comeback. "You know about the Seraphim War, about Eden? You know about Daelissa and her quest for world domination? Holy crap, this is great!" I almost leapt from my cloud seat but managed to resist the urge.
Cephus's forehead wrinkled with confusion. "I'm sorry," Nookli translated in my ear, "but I did not understand much of what you said." He motioned toward my phone. "It would be beneficial to all of us if I could help you with your Cyrinthian. To do so, I must examine your mind."
Chapter 6
Allowing a stranger to get inside my head sounded like a risky proposition. He'd seen me take down a squad of guards without breaking a sweat. If I allowed him inside my head, he might be able to knock me out without a fight.
Nightliss touched my hand. "I believe he means to imprint you with knowledge of the language. I do not think he means you any harm."
I did a double take. "Wait a minute. If that's possible, why didn't you do that to me before we left?"
Her facial expression turned apologetic. "I am good at healing mind trauma, but I am not very good at imprinting knowledge unless it is simple." She looked at Cephus with wonder. "If he is capable of such a thing—"
Cephus held up his hand to stop her. "I am only marginally capable." He motioned at the room around them. "This building is enchanted with spells from the most gifted among us. I will use one of those spells to help." He continued to speak, but the translation grew worse. "Intelligence…dietary fiber…brain midget experiments."
I deactivated the translation routine to get rid of the nonsense words and turned to Nightliss. "What did he just say?"
"He lapsed into a very technical explanation, some of which even I couldn't understand." Nightliss said something to Cephus. He chuckled and nodded.
"Should I take him up on the offer?" I asked.
Nightliss turned her serious green eyes on me. "I will not allow anything bad to happen to you."
"You know I trust you with my life."
She smiled. "It is mutual." She spoke to Cephus in Cyrinthian.
He nodded, turned, and sent a charge of Murk into a gem located on the window next to the levitator shaft. His eyes closed as he continued to channel. After a moment, he opened his eyes and spoke to Nightliss.
"He found the spell and is about to channel it into you," she said. "It will take some time."
I gave Cephus a thumbs-up and nodded. "Go for it."
He raised an eyebrow. Nightliss translated and he nodded.
Cephus channeled into the gem. He raised his other hand and channeled into me. My head tingled as if a ghost had just passed through it. I felt myself growing sleepy. As I closed my eyelids, images and letters danced through my mind so clearly, it was as if I was seeing them projected on a screen. Glimpses of memories flickered through my mind's eye.
I see the outlines of my parents in a doorway as they hand baby Ivy to Jeremiah Conroy. I see my old bike, the neighbor's cat, someone mowing their lawn. I witness a fast-forward account of middle school. Kids making fun of me, the fat boy. A teacher paddling someone in the hallway. Blood on my knees after falling off my bike.
My memories reach high school. I see
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