over,” Landen said,
keeping his hand on Marc to calm him down.
Marc looked at Preston. “That was not nice -
you know that don’t you?” Preston nodded.“You guys go play. I need
to talk to Landen and Willow,” Marc said, running his hands through
his hair.
They hugged me and Landen before running off
toward Libby’s house. We walked with Marc to our front porch. Marc
sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. “August told me about
Mercury. What’s our plan?” Marc asked, looking back and forth
between me and Landen.
“We don’t have one,” Landen said
blankly.
“You know he’s going to take someone, hurt
someone,” Marc said, the red around him turning scarlet.
“We don’t know that. The moon represents
family, friends; Mercury is basically communication. For all we
know, this time it will only involve me and Willow,” Landen said,
pulling me closer.
“If it involves the two of you, it involves
all of us,” Marc said protectively.
Landen sighed. “Maybe so, but you still have
plenty of time to go and look. Your beacon will be there - I’m sure
of it,” Landen said, changing the subject.
Marc looked up at Landen, shook his head,
then stood. “I’ll see you guys later. Let me know if someone
disappears – or if you see demons running around,” he said over his
shoulder.
I could feel a sting of regret and anger
coming from Landen. “Let it go, Landen; we can’t live his life for
him. He has a lot to work through. I’m sure whoever his soul mate
is, she’s patient.”
He smiled at me, then pulled me closer.
“That was so amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it,” Landen
said, remembering the colors of energy.
“I can still see colors,” I said, looking up
at him.
He smiled. “I can, too...I wonder what they
mean.” He looked out at the blue sky. “The sky was amazing. Do you
think you could paint it?” he asked me.
I sat up quickly and nodded, then ran up the
stairs to the studio I’d made for myself. Landen followed me and
opened up the doors and windows, letting the light of day flood the
room. I pulled out every color and brush I owned, then went to
work.
Landen stood at my side, nodding as he
watched the scene in the field come to life. I painted the four of
us, the colors around us, the heavens pouring into us. I connected
me and Landen with the bright light, as well as Preston and Libby.
I don’t know how long it took me, but I could see that the sun had
fallen.
I felt my mother getting closer to the
house. She opened the front door and yelled, “Willow, I brought you
guys some dinner.”
I looked at Landen. “I swear, she doesn’t
think I can cook,” I whispered.
Landen tilted his head and smiled. “Can
you?” he thought playfully. I laughed out loud. He was right to
question me; I hadn’t even boiled water since I’d met him.
“We’re in the studio, Mom,” I yelled back. I
felt her putting the food away in the kitchen. She was happy I was
painting; it was a part of me she felt that she had helped
create.
When my mother walked into the studio, she
was surrounded by a beautiful color of pink and white. Her eyes
widened as she saw the painting, then she walked slowly over to the
canvas, looking past Landen and me. “Where is this?” she asked
finally.
“The side yard,” I answered, amazed at what
I’d seen that day. My mother looked at me.
“Libby and Preston showed us how to
meditate, and when we did, this is what we saw,” Landen
explained.
“Well, it’s close to what we saw. I don’t
think I captured it completely,” I said, critiquing my work.
“I’ve meditated all the time. I’ve never
seen anything like this,” my mother said, returning her gaze to the
painting.
“Maybe you need to meditate a little bit
deeper,” I said in a teasing manner.
“You want to hear something weird?” Landen
asked.
My mother looked at Landen. “I don’t
know...that depends on what you call ‘weird,’” she said quietly.
The only way my
keeping his hand on Marc to calm him down.
Marc looked at Preston. “That was not nice -
you know that don’t you?” Preston nodded.“You guys go play. I need
to talk to Landen and Willow,” Marc said, running his hands through
his hair.
They hugged me and Landen before running off
toward Libby’s house. We walked with Marc to our front porch. Marc
sat down in one of the chairs and sighed. “August told me about
Mercury. What’s our plan?” Marc asked, looking back and forth
between me and Landen.
“We don’t have one,” Landen said
blankly.
“You know he’s going to take someone, hurt
someone,” Marc said, the red around him turning scarlet.
“We don’t know that. The moon represents
family, friends; Mercury is basically communication. For all we
know, this time it will only involve me and Willow,” Landen said,
pulling me closer.
“If it involves the two of you, it involves
all of us,” Marc said protectively.
Landen sighed. “Maybe so, but you still have
plenty of time to go and look. Your beacon will be there - I’m sure
of it,” Landen said, changing the subject.
Marc looked up at Landen, shook his head,
then stood. “I’ll see you guys later. Let me know if someone
disappears – or if you see demons running around,” he said over his
shoulder.
I could feel a sting of regret and anger
coming from Landen. “Let it go, Landen; we can’t live his life for
him. He has a lot to work through. I’m sure whoever his soul mate
is, she’s patient.”
He smiled at me, then pulled me closer.
“That was so amazing. I’ve never seen anything like it,” Landen
said, remembering the colors of energy.
“I can still see colors,” I said, looking up
at him.
He smiled. “I can, too...I wonder what they
mean.” He looked out at the blue sky. “The sky was amazing. Do you
think you could paint it?” he asked me.
I sat up quickly and nodded, then ran up the
stairs to the studio I’d made for myself. Landen followed me and
opened up the doors and windows, letting the light of day flood the
room. I pulled out every color and brush I owned, then went to
work.
Landen stood at my side, nodding as he
watched the scene in the field come to life. I painted the four of
us, the colors around us, the heavens pouring into us. I connected
me and Landen with the bright light, as well as Preston and Libby.
I don’t know how long it took me, but I could see that the sun had
fallen.
I felt my mother getting closer to the
house. She opened the front door and yelled, “Willow, I brought you
guys some dinner.”
I looked at Landen. “I swear, she doesn’t
think I can cook,” I whispered.
Landen tilted his head and smiled. “Can
you?” he thought playfully. I laughed out loud. He was right to
question me; I hadn’t even boiled water since I’d met him.
“We’re in the studio, Mom,” I yelled back. I
felt her putting the food away in the kitchen. She was happy I was
painting; it was a part of me she felt that she had helped
create.
When my mother walked into the studio, she
was surrounded by a beautiful color of pink and white. Her eyes
widened as she saw the painting, then she walked slowly over to the
canvas, looking past Landen and me. “Where is this?” she asked
finally.
“The side yard,” I answered, amazed at what
I’d seen that day. My mother looked at me.
“Libby and Preston showed us how to
meditate, and when we did, this is what we saw,” Landen
explained.
“Well, it’s close to what we saw. I don’t
think I captured it completely,” I said, critiquing my work.
“I’ve meditated all the time. I’ve never
seen anything like this,” my mother said, returning her gaze to the
painting.
“Maybe you need to meditate a little bit
deeper,” I said in a teasing manner.
“You want to hear something weird?” Landen
asked.
My mother looked at Landen. “I don’t
know...that depends on what you call ‘weird,’” she said quietly.
The only way my
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