but I had a slim window of opportunity and didn't want to waste any of it.
The journey back to the earth realm didn’t drag on as it had the last time we made the crossing. I had Asher with me to help fill the time. We played spot-o but there wasn’t much to spot. It was always dark and too misty to see anything on the lake. As soon as we reached the pier and climbed out of the boat, Abraham touched both our shoulders before we could take a step forward, and we were jolted backwards into nothingness. It was the most surreal experience, like falling, except I don’t think we were falling down . We were falling sideways. And a second later, we were standing on solid ground again, but in a different location.
“What the… don’t ever do that to me again!” I yelled, doubling over. I was about to be sick. Asher squatted down and put his head between his legs.
“Or me!” he muttered.
“You’re going to have to get used to that, it’s all part of your job.”
“What exactly was that ?”
“All Nephilim over the age of twenty five should be able to do that, it’s called teleportation.”
“It’s seriously insane. In the future, please warn me.”
“Got it.”
Asher stood up and gazed around. “Where are we?”
“We’re at a hospital.”
“I know that, genius, but which hospital?”
“Georgetown University Hospital, in New York City.”
“ Why are we here?” I asked. Were we going to kill patients?
“There are a few patients here in a coma. I want you to help them, Eden.”
“Help them? Hang on, I thought we were here to help me control my trait and teach me how not to use it—not to use it.”
“This is your job, Eden.”
He was a seriously a sucky teacher. I didn’t want to kill people, even if my trait caused me to. I realised I had a choice. I could use my trait for good instead of bad. But I had one problem. And that problem was becoming a serious pain in my backside. I had to find out how to deceive Abraham and trick him into believing I am helping him, when really I am helping the person. If my theory were correct, I could save lives and everyone could have their loved ones returned to them. But it involved carrying soul spheres around. Luckily, I had Asher to help me.
My plan went like this: I would take a person’s soul who was near to death and harvest it like so. And then when back in the Realm of Death, I would give the soul sphere to Asher and he would hide it and keep it safe. Now the next part was a little tricky: I had to convince Jaz to open the Sacred Tree. The Sacred Tree showed us our fates, and if my theory were right, it could also change the fate of a person. Now all I had to do was figure out how to interfere with someone’s fate. If I could, then they wouldn’t have to die.
Before Abraham touched me, I looked at Asher, who was beside me as always, and met his eyes and he nodded. He knew what he had to do. Asher and I had discussed the plan quietly in my room back in the Realm of Death so Abraham wouldn’t be able to hear it. He disappeared to do his job, while I disappeared to do mine. We had separate lives and separate fates, but in the end I knew they would both intertwine and become one.
Abraham led me into a private room where a woman who must have been in her twenties, it was hard to tell, was laying on a bed attached to lots of tubes and wires. A breathing tube was all that was keeping her alive. This was one of the comatose patients. I wondered what had caused this woman to fall into a coma, what caused her fate to end here. But that was none of my concern right now. Now I had her life in my hands. I walked towards her and before I placed my hand on her forehead, I looked back at Abraham. He nodded reassuringly.
“Go on.”
I placed my palm flat against the woman’s forehead. It was cold and I waited for a sign. In just a few seconds the monitors began to beep wildly and then flat-lined. She was now dead in the earth realm, but not to me.
The journey back to the earth realm didn’t drag on as it had the last time we made the crossing. I had Asher with me to help fill the time. We played spot-o but there wasn’t much to spot. It was always dark and too misty to see anything on the lake. As soon as we reached the pier and climbed out of the boat, Abraham touched both our shoulders before we could take a step forward, and we were jolted backwards into nothingness. It was the most surreal experience, like falling, except I don’t think we were falling down . We were falling sideways. And a second later, we were standing on solid ground again, but in a different location.
“What the… don’t ever do that to me again!” I yelled, doubling over. I was about to be sick. Asher squatted down and put his head between his legs.
“Or me!” he muttered.
“You’re going to have to get used to that, it’s all part of your job.”
“What exactly was that ?”
“All Nephilim over the age of twenty five should be able to do that, it’s called teleportation.”
“It’s seriously insane. In the future, please warn me.”
“Got it.”
Asher stood up and gazed around. “Where are we?”
“We’re at a hospital.”
“I know that, genius, but which hospital?”
“Georgetown University Hospital, in New York City.”
“ Why are we here?” I asked. Were we going to kill patients?
“There are a few patients here in a coma. I want you to help them, Eden.”
“Help them? Hang on, I thought we were here to help me control my trait and teach me how not to use it—not to use it.”
“This is your job, Eden.”
He was a seriously a sucky teacher. I didn’t want to kill people, even if my trait caused me to. I realised I had a choice. I could use my trait for good instead of bad. But I had one problem. And that problem was becoming a serious pain in my backside. I had to find out how to deceive Abraham and trick him into believing I am helping him, when really I am helping the person. If my theory were correct, I could save lives and everyone could have their loved ones returned to them. But it involved carrying soul spheres around. Luckily, I had Asher to help me.
My plan went like this: I would take a person’s soul who was near to death and harvest it like so. And then when back in the Realm of Death, I would give the soul sphere to Asher and he would hide it and keep it safe. Now the next part was a little tricky: I had to convince Jaz to open the Sacred Tree. The Sacred Tree showed us our fates, and if my theory were right, it could also change the fate of a person. Now all I had to do was figure out how to interfere with someone’s fate. If I could, then they wouldn’t have to die.
Before Abraham touched me, I looked at Asher, who was beside me as always, and met his eyes and he nodded. He knew what he had to do. Asher and I had discussed the plan quietly in my room back in the Realm of Death so Abraham wouldn’t be able to hear it. He disappeared to do his job, while I disappeared to do mine. We had separate lives and separate fates, but in the end I knew they would both intertwine and become one.
Abraham led me into a private room where a woman who must have been in her twenties, it was hard to tell, was laying on a bed attached to lots of tubes and wires. A breathing tube was all that was keeping her alive. This was one of the comatose patients. I wondered what had caused this woman to fall into a coma, what caused her fate to end here. But that was none of my concern right now. Now I had her life in my hands. I walked towards her and before I placed my hand on her forehead, I looked back at Abraham. He nodded reassuringly.
“Go on.”
I placed my palm flat against the woman’s forehead. It was cold and I waited for a sign. In just a few seconds the monitors began to beep wildly and then flat-lined. She was now dead in the earth realm, but not to me.
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