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"I never said she was taming dragons—she's
communing with them...in another dimension." He released an
exasperated breath and leaned back in his chair. "Damned woman
always was so wild and high-spirited. Hanging out with a bunch of
scaly beasts instead of staying here, with me." He actually sounded
like he was pouting. What a big baby!
"So my mom...my mother is in another
dimension...with dragons..." My voice dripped with sarcasm. I let
that sink in for a minute. "Har, har, har, Dad. Very funny. Joke's
on me I guess because I just can't believe that."
"Look, it's not what you want to
believe because it sounds absurd. People haven't seen dragons for
hundreds of years. Heck, even your Bible refers to dragons...it's
one brief mention, but it is in there. Then there are the Cherokee
people, who have a distinct memory of the dragons as they walked
the earth. The stories have been passed down from generation to
generation to ensure that they will never forget. Their memories
have dwindled down to an oral living history of dragons passed down
from father to son. Mother to daughter."
"So why did they 'vacate the premises'?" I
made my air quotes especially obnoxious to push yet another button.
Dylan didn't seem to mind, though, or even notice. My curiosity was
piqued.
"Because this world was becoming too
corrupt, that's why." He eyed the beach in the mist as he leaned
back in his chair. "The current world is an unusually ugly place
when you take the time to account for all of the horrible
things."
"So why are you still here? Why
haven't you zapped yourself into another dimension and just
left?" The idea of my dad zapping himself away sounded pretty good
right at that moment. Parental units could be just so annoying
sometimes. How did I know? Again, I pay attention to teenagers.
"I cannot simply zap mahself away, lass. I
am the Ocean—I am too large to have that kind of freedom. Trust me,
I would if I could." He was angry, but not with me it seemed.
Silence hung in the air as I processed that.
"So... how did they get to the other dimension?"
"They vibrated themselves into another
dimension." He sounded so matter-of-fact, American accent and all,
making me want to giggle uncontrollably.
" Vibrated ?" A quick snicker escaped
me before I knew what I was doing. "Okay, no matter how you say
that, it just sounds so wrong ." I definitely was going to
giggle now. Gosh, did I actually have the brain of a
teenager? I was having a distinct issue keeping my mind out of the
gutter. I made a coughing, sputtering noise as if I was trying to
laugh through closed lips. It was actually pretty obnoxious.
"These are noble creatures, Raven. They
vibrated so quickly that they passed through dimensions. (He
slipped back into English but this time with a British accent.) It
was quite a feat for creatures as large as they are. But they were
incredibly old and wise, absolutely worthy of respect." He paused a
moment for effect, "So be respectful , Raven."
Nodding, I swallowed the feelings of guilt
away. This conversation was going to happen no matter what I
thought was funny. "Okay, Dad. Get to the point. What do you need
from me?" My eyes were set on his wide face, watching for any
movement or subtle eye contact.
Sighing, he spread his hands out in front of
him as he leaned heavily against the arm of the chair, looking
exhausted and almost sad. "I am here because you called me, Raven.
You needed your powers back—they have been restored. The prophecy
will be fulfilled and balance will be retained." He shrugged. "You
know that I speak the truth."
I nodded in absent bewilderment. Yes, it was
true...Cora...that's right. "So I have my powers back?"
He simply nodded.
A distinct chill began to permeate the mist
around us. "And what does that mean? When had my powers been
removed?"
Dylan nodded again, appearing to agree to
move on with the conversation because he knew it was inevitable.
"When you were a mere infant." His eyes burned into me,
"I never said she was taming dragons—she's
communing with them...in another dimension." He released an
exasperated breath and leaned back in his chair. "Damned woman
always was so wild and high-spirited. Hanging out with a bunch of
scaly beasts instead of staying here, with me." He actually sounded
like he was pouting. What a big baby!
"So my mom...my mother is in another
dimension...with dragons..." My voice dripped with sarcasm. I let
that sink in for a minute. "Har, har, har, Dad. Very funny. Joke's
on me I guess because I just can't believe that."
"Look, it's not what you want to
believe because it sounds absurd. People haven't seen dragons for
hundreds of years. Heck, even your Bible refers to dragons...it's
one brief mention, but it is in there. Then there are the Cherokee
people, who have a distinct memory of the dragons as they walked
the earth. The stories have been passed down from generation to
generation to ensure that they will never forget. Their memories
have dwindled down to an oral living history of dragons passed down
from father to son. Mother to daughter."
"So why did they 'vacate the premises'?" I
made my air quotes especially obnoxious to push yet another button.
Dylan didn't seem to mind, though, or even notice. My curiosity was
piqued.
"Because this world was becoming too
corrupt, that's why." He eyed the beach in the mist as he leaned
back in his chair. "The current world is an unusually ugly place
when you take the time to account for all of the horrible
things."
"So why are you still here? Why
haven't you zapped yourself into another dimension and just
left?" The idea of my dad zapping himself away sounded pretty good
right at that moment. Parental units could be just so annoying
sometimes. How did I know? Again, I pay attention to teenagers.
"I cannot simply zap mahself away, lass. I
am the Ocean—I am too large to have that kind of freedom. Trust me,
I would if I could." He was angry, but not with me it seemed.
Silence hung in the air as I processed that.
"So... how did they get to the other dimension?"
"They vibrated themselves into another
dimension." He sounded so matter-of-fact, American accent and all,
making me want to giggle uncontrollably.
" Vibrated ?" A quick snicker escaped
me before I knew what I was doing. "Okay, no matter how you say
that, it just sounds so wrong ." I definitely was going to
giggle now. Gosh, did I actually have the brain of a
teenager? I was having a distinct issue keeping my mind out of the
gutter. I made a coughing, sputtering noise as if I was trying to
laugh through closed lips. It was actually pretty obnoxious.
"These are noble creatures, Raven. They
vibrated so quickly that they passed through dimensions. (He
slipped back into English but this time with a British accent.) It
was quite a feat for creatures as large as they are. But they were
incredibly old and wise, absolutely worthy of respect." He paused a
moment for effect, "So be respectful , Raven."
Nodding, I swallowed the feelings of guilt
away. This conversation was going to happen no matter what I
thought was funny. "Okay, Dad. Get to the point. What do you need
from me?" My eyes were set on his wide face, watching for any
movement or subtle eye contact.
Sighing, he spread his hands out in front of
him as he leaned heavily against the arm of the chair, looking
exhausted and almost sad. "I am here because you called me, Raven.
You needed your powers back—they have been restored. The prophecy
will be fulfilled and balance will be retained." He shrugged. "You
know that I speak the truth."
I nodded in absent bewilderment. Yes, it was
true...Cora...that's right. "So I have my powers back?"
He simply nodded.
A distinct chill began to permeate the mist
around us. "And what does that mean? When had my powers been
removed?"
Dylan nodded again, appearing to agree to
move on with the conversation because he knew it was inevitable.
"When you were a mere infant." His eyes burned into me,
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