The lonely supernatural drifted through their life, ever lonely and spilling tears, creating a great sea, an ocean full of magic and life.
It was only when the supernatural gave up, and succumbed to the sea did they find that, their split soul belonged to another being or beings.
A being that brought them joy, love and laughter. A new meaning to their long life.
This being made them whole, a circle of souls that belonged together.
Each one would eventually connect. Perfect for each other.
Never alone and bound together by the circle of their soul.
Mated for life.
And so the Fates Above decided each supernatural should have their souls split upon creation, so that they would eventually find their other half’s and connect as one full circle. With one part of the soul being the link to connect them all together, like a puzzle.
What the Fates Above did not realise was that not every supernatural was lucky enough to find the other half of their souls, and so they drifted through their lives, forever missing their soul and the match that could have been.’
So my soul was ripped apart at creation, and scattered around until it found matches that perfectly suited me?
If that was true, then that would mean Rí, Cole and Ziel had a piece of my soul. That they were perfectly matched as one for me. Cole held a piece of me within him and yet he had shown nothing but hate towards me. Was it because of what I was, or was it just…me? I had gotten used to Rí and his kindness, his need to be around me that I had simply forgotten that people simply just didn’t like me. I had never been likeable. And that had never bothered me. So why was Cole’s tired yet hateful eyes a constant thought? Why did my chest ache just that much more when I thought of how he wanted me to be gone?
Sighing, I leaned back against my pillows and sipped at the sweet tea. I wrinkled my nose at the taste and put it back down.
“Is it time I gave Isa a true moment? Should I give her a chance to answer for her sins?” I asked Ravioli.
I could have sworn he nodded.
I began to read the journal of my dead mother.
‘The secrets we have to swim through are so many now. I don't know how much longer the ropes will hold. The trees weep. I weep.
They are gathering an army, forming plans against us. After everything...
It must be done; my sisters understand the sacrifice. We must do this before it's too late.
The portals need to close. But first I must find a way to hide her. My child. I sense her power; it grows as she grows within me.’
So it was them; her confession was clear as day. They wanted the portals closed. Who was forming an army? I pulled the journal closer to my face and read the words as fast as my eyes would allow.
‘My heart breaks to know that she will never know her true self, never know how much her kind and I love her.
Tabatheen has agreed, her flight is ready.’
Tabatheen and her flight…the dragons. Could this have been Rí’s mother? The words on the page were more hurried, becoming scribbles that were smeared as if from tears. I read on, vigorously turning the pages as my mind raced.
‘They blame us. US for the horrors. THEY are the ones that have brought this upon themselves.
Always so selfish in their need for power.
They want it all, but they can't have it. We won't allow it.’
The next few pages made no sense. She rambled on about death and the sick betrayal that had started all of this. The utter devastation of the death of her sisters, of the two-day wait for their bodies to decompose before they could be buried in their resting place. I frowned, confused. The last page was hurried, with a lipstick print at the top corner. A kiss.
‘My darling child, this is goodbye. I kept you from them for so long. I tried so hard to keep you with me. But I can do it no longer. The portals are sealed; my sisters, my Circle Mates are all gone.
All that is left is my love for you. So I bid you goodbye. I hope you live a long, healthy and happy life. I hope you stay strong to yourself. It's within your blood my daughter.
I hope you never come home to Wisteria Amaya, but I know you must. For that, I am deeply sorry.
