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Authors: Liliana Rhodes
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I stumbled getting to the door. I kept the blanket wrapped around me as I thought of how I wrapped Callen as a baby hundreds of years before. As I stepped out the door, I stopped and grabbed onto the doorframe to keep myself from falling into the darkness.
My Scotland was dark. The scent of the heather that usually drifted towards the cottage was gone. I tested the black ground in front of me and found it solid so I stepped out of my home.
The booming stopped, but the ground beneath me trembled as if it was as scared as I was. The hills were now shadows against a deep purple sky. I walked towards the cliff, unsure what I would see, and found the calm dark water reflecting the sky like it always did.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my Scotland. Slowly, the scent of heather filled the air and I could feel the sunlight against my eyelids.
Opening my eyes, I breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened and my world was changing back to normal. I still had the blanket tight around my shoulders when I turned back towards the cottage. As I stepped closer to it, the ground rumbled, stopped, then rumbled again.
Kneeling, I reached down and pressed my palm against the earth. I felt the vibrations move underneath me, stemming from the lake then out towards my cottage and beyond. A shiver ran though me as I realized where they came from.
Too scared to rise, I spun on my knees and looked out towards the lake. I was too high to see most of it, so I crawled closer to the edge of the hill where the heather began.
The lake was still calm as I felt the rumble drift underneath me. I waited as I did before until it came to a stop.
Slowly, the glassy surface of the lake changed. In the center, an invisible drop seemed to fall and then rippled the surface. It traveled out from the middle and as it got closer, I felt the earth tremble. My scar burned intensely.
"No," I said with disbelief.
Crawling in the heather, I moved closer to the edge. The one drop of water multiplied in circles over the lake, spreading and increasing until I felt the rain drip on me.
The ripples moved quicker across the lake. They were almost invisible because of the rain, but I felt them moving against my legs until it was a constant wave. But then the rain stopped.
The lake was calm again, but only for a moment. From the center rose a man with shoulder length blond hair. The water streamed off his muscles as he stood with the lake surrounding his waist. I didn't need him to turn towards me to know who he was.
"Niall," I whispered.
The man I thought I would never lay eyes on again stood in the lake, looking as beautiful as he did the first time I saw him. As if he heard me, he slowly turned in my direction. His eyes glowed a fierce amber.
I couldn't move. Could he see me? Would he remember? I didn't know the effects of staying underwater all these centuries would do to someone. Especially not to someone as crazed as Niall was when I last saw him.
His eyes changed into a glowing blood red, and I ducked to hide in the tall heather. My chest ached as if it remembered having a beating heart and knowing it would be racing. It didn't matter if he saw me, he wasn't Niall anymore. He had the eyes of a demon.
A roar filled the air, and I peeked up to see Niall rise out of the lake on the other shore in the same navy and white kilt as before. He shook his hair, making the wet strands whip his face. As he lifted his hand to his face to wipe his hair away, he stopped.
He tilted his head to one side then the other as he moved his fingers in front of him. Then he looked down at his strong, muscular body.
His body rippled like the water, and Niall was suddenly in wolf form. I gasped at how quickly he was able to shift. He leapt towards the rocky crag and climbed it easily. Once he reached the top, the wolf shimmered and he was Niall again.
I couldn't help but stare at him. He was standing across the lake, on a higher cliff than the one I was lying on. As the
My Scotland was dark. The scent of the heather that usually drifted towards the cottage was gone. I tested the black ground in front of me and found it solid so I stepped out of my home.
The booming stopped, but the ground beneath me trembled as if it was as scared as I was. The hills were now shadows against a deep purple sky. I walked towards the cliff, unsure what I would see, and found the calm dark water reflecting the sky like it always did.
I closed my eyes and tried to focus on my Scotland. Slowly, the scent of heather filled the air and I could feel the sunlight against my eyelids.
Opening my eyes, I breathed a sigh of relief. Nothing happened and my world was changing back to normal. I still had the blanket tight around my shoulders when I turned back towards the cottage. As I stepped closer to it, the ground rumbled, stopped, then rumbled again.
Kneeling, I reached down and pressed my palm against the earth. I felt the vibrations move underneath me, stemming from the lake then out towards my cottage and beyond. A shiver ran though me as I realized where they came from.
Too scared to rise, I spun on my knees and looked out towards the lake. I was too high to see most of it, so I crawled closer to the edge of the hill where the heather began.
The lake was still calm as I felt the rumble drift underneath me. I waited as I did before until it came to a stop.
Slowly, the glassy surface of the lake changed. In the center, an invisible drop seemed to fall and then rippled the surface. It traveled out from the middle and as it got closer, I felt the earth tremble. My scar burned intensely.
"No," I said with disbelief.
Crawling in the heather, I moved closer to the edge. The one drop of water multiplied in circles over the lake, spreading and increasing until I felt the rain drip on me.
The ripples moved quicker across the lake. They were almost invisible because of the rain, but I felt them moving against my legs until it was a constant wave. But then the rain stopped.
The lake was calm again, but only for a moment. From the center rose a man with shoulder length blond hair. The water streamed off his muscles as he stood with the lake surrounding his waist. I didn't need him to turn towards me to know who he was.
"Niall," I whispered.
The man I thought I would never lay eyes on again stood in the lake, looking as beautiful as he did the first time I saw him. As if he heard me, he slowly turned in my direction. His eyes glowed a fierce amber.
I couldn't move. Could he see me? Would he remember? I didn't know the effects of staying underwater all these centuries would do to someone. Especially not to someone as crazed as Niall was when I last saw him.
His eyes changed into a glowing blood red, and I ducked to hide in the tall heather. My chest ached as if it remembered having a beating heart and knowing it would be racing. It didn't matter if he saw me, he wasn't Niall anymore. He had the eyes of a demon.
A roar filled the air, and I peeked up to see Niall rise out of the lake on the other shore in the same navy and white kilt as before. He shook his hair, making the wet strands whip his face. As he lifted his hand to his face to wipe his hair away, he stopped.
He tilted his head to one side then the other as he moved his fingers in front of him. Then he looked down at his strong, muscular body.
His body rippled like the water, and Niall was suddenly in wolf form. I gasped at how quickly he was able to shift. He leapt towards the rocky crag and climbed it easily. Once he reached the top, the wolf shimmered and he was Niall again.
I couldn't help but stare at him. He was standing across the lake, on a higher cliff than the one I was lying on. As the
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