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seems like a million lifetimes ago.”
It was still shocking to hear. She was Sable Ray, a seventeen-year-old misfit, tucked away in a mental institution, told that up was up and down was down and like a trained monkey she believed. Then here comes Hunter dishing out chaos and telling her things that were frightening and bizarre and she wouldn’t believe him at all—except she’d shifted into a freaking bird of all things, and could kill people with her voice and parts of the country were vanishing—and how couldn’t she believe?
This was an existential nightmare and how the hell did she suddenly know big words like that or what they meant?
There was something foreign inside her—a duality becoming more and more invasive. One part of her felt like a typical teenager, with typical dreams and the other saw stars and galaxies, birth and death and rebirth. And that part was growing more aware with every passing second. Ancient intelligence that saw and knew impossible things, it was hard to doubt the validity of his claims when a part of her already knew. Though every fiber of her teenage being was desperate to deny it.
“You and me and Syn and Slayde. All three of you were amazing fighters. You especially.”
“It’s so weird hearing you say this stuff.”
A corner of his mouth pulled up. “Sable, I wish I had the time to tell you everything in every single little detail, but we don’t have that kind of time.”
“But I thought you were the master Jedi time hopper,” she said and frowned when she realized that she’d actually teased him. It was too easy to do that with him. She wasn’t like this. She hadn’t spoken so much in years and now suddenly here she was with a perfect stranger feeling like she wanted to laugh or cry or do both at the same time.
She clenched her molars until they ached.
He chuckled and shook his head. “That’s funny.”
“I try,” she said sarcastically.
“No. I can hop time, but so can he.”
She opened her mouth to ask just who he was, but he held up his hand, effectively shushing her.
“I know what you’re gonna ask. He is Dragden.”
Her spine stiffened as she suddenly remembered her dream.
Obviously observant, his eyes narrowed. “You know that name already, don’t you?”
Sick with a sudden overwhelming need to vomit, she nodded. But just as quickly as the fear had assailed it began to dissipate. Like the tree knew her emotions and gave her comfort when she needed it most. “I’ve dreamed of him. He’s a terrible, vicious monster. He’s real?”
He plucked a stem of grass and played with the blade. “I’m not surprised to hear that. Though you’ve died in my lifetime, a phoenix is a being of complex tales and riddles. Your looks change from one incarnation to another, but intrinsically you’re always the same. Timeless. Ancient. Very powerful. You can’t die. Not really. Always reborn in one fashion or another, and from what you told me before, you share her visions in each lifetime. You’re basically eternal.”
“So how many phoenixes’ are there?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“You’re it,” he said with a tight curve of his lip.
“This is so weird.” She frowned, was she immortal? The though sent a chill down her spine. This was almost too much. First time travel. Then the Earth devouring itself. And now eternal life. She hadn’t signed up for this shit. “So how old am I?” she couldn’t help but ask.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. How old are you?” His blue eyes gleamed.
“You know what I mean.”
“Are you immortal like me? No. Not in the same way.”
“Wait. You’re immortal?”
A hazy purple veil cocooned the forest as the moon crested the starlit sky. But even in the dark, she saw everything. The shades were different, slightly darker and richer in hue. But she had no problem seeing any of it. Which was amazing to her, she’d always stubbed her toe on the corner of her metal frame in Fairfield when her light
It was still shocking to hear. She was Sable Ray, a seventeen-year-old misfit, tucked away in a mental institution, told that up was up and down was down and like a trained monkey she believed. Then here comes Hunter dishing out chaos and telling her things that were frightening and bizarre and she wouldn’t believe him at all—except she’d shifted into a freaking bird of all things, and could kill people with her voice and parts of the country were vanishing—and how couldn’t she believe?
This was an existential nightmare and how the hell did she suddenly know big words like that or what they meant?
There was something foreign inside her—a duality becoming more and more invasive. One part of her felt like a typical teenager, with typical dreams and the other saw stars and galaxies, birth and death and rebirth. And that part was growing more aware with every passing second. Ancient intelligence that saw and knew impossible things, it was hard to doubt the validity of his claims when a part of her already knew. Though every fiber of her teenage being was desperate to deny it.
“You and me and Syn and Slayde. All three of you were amazing fighters. You especially.”
“It’s so weird hearing you say this stuff.”
A corner of his mouth pulled up. “Sable, I wish I had the time to tell you everything in every single little detail, but we don’t have that kind of time.”
“But I thought you were the master Jedi time hopper,” she said and frowned when she realized that she’d actually teased him. It was too easy to do that with him. She wasn’t like this. She hadn’t spoken so much in years and now suddenly here she was with a perfect stranger feeling like she wanted to laugh or cry or do both at the same time.
She clenched her molars until they ached.
He chuckled and shook his head. “That’s funny.”
“I try,” she said sarcastically.
“No. I can hop time, but so can he.”
She opened her mouth to ask just who he was, but he held up his hand, effectively shushing her.
“I know what you’re gonna ask. He is Dragden.”
Her spine stiffened as she suddenly remembered her dream.
Obviously observant, his eyes narrowed. “You know that name already, don’t you?”
Sick with a sudden overwhelming need to vomit, she nodded. But just as quickly as the fear had assailed it began to dissipate. Like the tree knew her emotions and gave her comfort when she needed it most. “I’ve dreamed of him. He’s a terrible, vicious monster. He’s real?”
He plucked a stem of grass and played with the blade. “I’m not surprised to hear that. Though you’ve died in my lifetime, a phoenix is a being of complex tales and riddles. Your looks change from one incarnation to another, but intrinsically you’re always the same. Timeless. Ancient. Very powerful. You can’t die. Not really. Always reborn in one fashion or another, and from what you told me before, you share her visions in each lifetime. You’re basically eternal.”
“So how many phoenixes’ are there?” she couldn’t help but ask.
“You’re it,” he said with a tight curve of his lip.
“This is so weird.” She frowned, was she immortal? The though sent a chill down her spine. This was almost too much. First time travel. Then the Earth devouring itself. And now eternal life. She hadn’t signed up for this shit. “So how old am I?” she couldn’t help but ask.
He shrugged. “I don’t know. How old are you?” His blue eyes gleamed.
“You know what I mean.”
“Are you immortal like me? No. Not in the same way.”
“Wait. You’re immortal?”
A hazy purple veil cocooned the forest as the moon crested the starlit sky. But even in the dark, she saw everything. The shades were different, slightly darker and richer in hue. But she had no problem seeing any of it. Which was amazing to her, she’d always stubbed her toe on the corner of her metal frame in Fairfield when her light
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