pedestal so I can fight what is in front of me.”
“That is a lie. You always glance away before you speak a lie.”
“It is new to me, like hours new to me. I had a mental break that tried to erase my past and create a new one just before I fell into this dream.”
“Backlash.”
“Back what?”
“You felt that when they crossed, the energy lashed over you. Bet you felt drained, like someone pulled your power plug or something. Got a little dizzy, your head spun a bit as the life they lived was erased and the real one was set in place.”
“Something like that,” I muttered.
“And you don’t believe it?” he pushed.
“Just had a really hard few days. Hard to believe anything right now.”
“You’re in shock.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“They didn’t tell you one blooming thing, did they? They didn’t because they knew the backlash would occur and I would be pulled to you instantly. That can only mean one thing.”
“Waiting...” I said, refusing to show any interest in this.
“You were hunting someone, and you became the prey. If you lived as long as you say you did and were forced to become a Witness, then yeah, they came over here to save you. The thing is, they had to have known exactly when you were supposed to fall in order to do that - which means your falling was predicted. You fell into a life with others that were sent here or were being watched were.”
I just glanced away.
“Stop it. What I’m saying is ringing true. How did you rise into a Witness, and how or why did you fall when you did? Tell me you at least know that much.”
“I’m not clear on any of it. Apparently, I lived in a city that was destroyed by Mother Nature and the boy with me and myself rose into the life of a Witness. Years later I met a couple that explained exactly what that was to us and forewarned me that I would find someone in a future that I could help and may choose to, as you say, fall with them. Apparently, I met my boyfriend in that life, helped him. He was punished for trying to be good and then fell, and I followed. And then - TA-DA! I was born to a grieving mother. Fast forward eighteen years and you’ll find me sitting in this dream.”
“I have no idea who is around you, but I have no doubt that the master Escort you were to bring down was near or in your life before you rose to a Witness. You were saved by those warriors of light and harbored until the time was right for you to fall. Mum and Dad were told, and they caught you, staged a life, and protected you until this point.”
“What about before that?” I asked, wondering why I saw that image of Aden at my birth in The Realm, why he thought that was his place - if any of that was even real at all.
“No telling. It was not planned for you to be over here when I left. If you came anyway, you could have landed where you weren’t supposed to be. You could have landed right where you were supposed to be, too. Our path is never clear. Some of us feel it, some see it, and some dream it. The only safe way is to feel it because sight can be our biggest enemy. Things are never what they seem, and even if you are crystal clear without a doubt you are supposed to be somewhere - lo and behold, some fool who relies on sight will trip you up.”
He let out a deep sigh as his concerned gaze waved over me. “We are not supposed to be close to one another until the final strike, until the end of this war. Yet, they not only put us side by side, but more than likely they put you side by side with others as well.”
“Other what?”
“Warriors. Either the end is here or they had no choice but to use them to find you. I need to figure out which of the two.”
“You make no sense. You just said you’re tethered to me.”
“I can shield myself. Perks of death. Take off your shirt.”
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me. Don’t get your drawers in a wad. We used to take baths together, for Creator’s sake.”
Not waiting for my
“That is a lie. You always glance away before you speak a lie.”
“It is new to me, like hours new to me. I had a mental break that tried to erase my past and create a new one just before I fell into this dream.”
“Backlash.”
“Back what?”
“You felt that when they crossed, the energy lashed over you. Bet you felt drained, like someone pulled your power plug or something. Got a little dizzy, your head spun a bit as the life they lived was erased and the real one was set in place.”
“Something like that,” I muttered.
“And you don’t believe it?” he pushed.
“Just had a really hard few days. Hard to believe anything right now.”
“You’re in shock.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“They didn’t tell you one blooming thing, did they? They didn’t because they knew the backlash would occur and I would be pulled to you instantly. That can only mean one thing.”
“Waiting...” I said, refusing to show any interest in this.
“You were hunting someone, and you became the prey. If you lived as long as you say you did and were forced to become a Witness, then yeah, they came over here to save you. The thing is, they had to have known exactly when you were supposed to fall in order to do that - which means your falling was predicted. You fell into a life with others that were sent here or were being watched were.”
I just glanced away.
“Stop it. What I’m saying is ringing true. How did you rise into a Witness, and how or why did you fall when you did? Tell me you at least know that much.”
“I’m not clear on any of it. Apparently, I lived in a city that was destroyed by Mother Nature and the boy with me and myself rose into the life of a Witness. Years later I met a couple that explained exactly what that was to us and forewarned me that I would find someone in a future that I could help and may choose to, as you say, fall with them. Apparently, I met my boyfriend in that life, helped him. He was punished for trying to be good and then fell, and I followed. And then - TA-DA! I was born to a grieving mother. Fast forward eighteen years and you’ll find me sitting in this dream.”
“I have no idea who is around you, but I have no doubt that the master Escort you were to bring down was near or in your life before you rose to a Witness. You were saved by those warriors of light and harbored until the time was right for you to fall. Mum and Dad were told, and they caught you, staged a life, and protected you until this point.”
“What about before that?” I asked, wondering why I saw that image of Aden at my birth in The Realm, why he thought that was his place - if any of that was even real at all.
“No telling. It was not planned for you to be over here when I left. If you came anyway, you could have landed where you weren’t supposed to be. You could have landed right where you were supposed to be, too. Our path is never clear. Some of us feel it, some see it, and some dream it. The only safe way is to feel it because sight can be our biggest enemy. Things are never what they seem, and even if you are crystal clear without a doubt you are supposed to be somewhere - lo and behold, some fool who relies on sight will trip you up.”
He let out a deep sigh as his concerned gaze waved over me. “We are not supposed to be close to one another until the final strike, until the end of this war. Yet, they not only put us side by side, but more than likely they put you side by side with others as well.”
“Other what?”
“Warriors. Either the end is here or they had no choice but to use them to find you. I need to figure out which of the two.”
“You make no sense. You just said you’re tethered to me.”
“I can shield myself. Perks of death. Take off your shirt.”
“Excuse me?!”
“You heard me. Don’t get your drawers in a wad. We used to take baths together, for Creator’s sake.”
Not waiting for my
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