Immortally Bound

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Chapter 10

I knew this was a dream the moment I opened my eyes; it was like the last dream I had had. The world was different from mine, looking a lot like the first world, but somehow completely changed. It felt smaller. I stood next to a waterfall, where a maiden clothed in white bathed. I wanted to look away, embarrassed by witnessing such a private event, but her beauty enthralled me. She was slender, and her skin was that of milk and ivory. Her long golden hair fell in cascades around her shoulders. The sun’s rays in the sky beamed off her hair, casting rainbows of light into the shallow pool of water. She wrung out her long hair then waved at me, happily, from where I stood in awe.

My body propelled itself forward, and I was aware that I couldn’t stop myself even if I tried. I glided rather than stumbled across the smooth terrain. When I was a few feet from her in the water, I stopped once more.

Her warm emerald eyes greeted me. “Welcome to my prison, young one.” Her voice was gentle, warm, and soft, just like her features.

Prison? I asked in my head. I couldn’t speak aloud in this dream. Or was this a vision?

She waved her arms up to the nearly invisible walls I had missed. Opaque crystal sheets surrounded the waterfall, pool, and the small patch of grass I had been standing on earlier. Even the sky was domed in, covered as the light was filtered from an unknown source though it resembled rays of sunlight. I glanced back at the woman wondering why someone like she would be imprisoned.

“It’s been a long time since I’ve received a visit from a mortal.”

Mortal? I asked again in my head, shocked by her use of the word. I wasn’t aware that I could speak aloud. Even though I tried, I couldn’t.

As though she understood my thoughts, she answered. “You cannot speak here.” She reached out and touched my forehead with her wet hands. They were cold, but not from the water as I thought they would be. The moisture had evaporated already. “You made an oath.”

What oath?

Her eyes met mine. She withdrew her hand and her smile disappeared.

“You were chosen.”

Chosen? By what? Or who?

The dream ended before it had even begun. I was sucked out of the beautiful oasis and brought back into my library before I had a chance to figure out what had called me there in the first place. I snapped awake. The sun was low, no longer shining into the stained-glass windows overhead. It must’ve been nearing five.

“Garrett?” Ella’s voice rang out as clear as day. “No, I see Garrett more as a friend. I couldn’t take him,” she whined aloud.

I spun about searching for Ella and Lynna in the room, but I only spotted the kids. They stared up at the glass windows completely unperturbed by my actions. The ebony skinned boy pointed up with his index finger and whispered to the girl loudly, “Do you see that one? The tree? It’s next to the waterfall, almost exactly…” he stopped mid sentence as he caught my attention. He blinked a couple of times.

I wouldn’t normally have minded their gaze on me, but he just spoke in German to the girl and then stopped, knowing that I completely understood them or guessed that I did.

“Who built this house?” he asked me in English suddenly changing the subject.

I shrugged. “It’s custom built.”

“Do you know who designed it?” he demanded.

The girl nudged him. She smiled sheepishly.

“No,” I answered slowly. “It was built long before I was born. I grew up here, but we bought it from someone else.”

He narrowed his eyes at me as though he didn’t believe a word I had said.

I felt like he scrutinized every word, every detail that flew out of my mouth, weighing them for truth. Even if I was lying, could he have known the difference?

“Do you know who?” he asked once more.

I stared back, scrutinizing his face in return. “I think my mom might. My father bought the house. He’s away on business.”

The kid suddenly lost interest in me. The girl stared at the books on the shelf nearest her, with intense interest. I knew the kids were odd, but only from the brief moments I studied them at the game last night. They were reading about quantum physics and space exploration. Their interest in Children’s folklore amused me. I guess they were just kids after all.

I went back into the living room. Lynna and Ella were watching a different movie, but this one looked similar probably a Jane Austen flick, which I knew well thanks to my mother’s interest in the literature. It was nearing the end, as the heroine was with her beau. I glanced at the clock. I was right, it was close to five. I had been asleep nearly all afternoon.

“Where’ve you been, Gar?” Ella asked me.

“I fell asleep in the book room.” I stared at her and Lynna, assessing the situation.

Ella had been crying; her eyes were red, and her face was blotchy.

“Do you feel better?” I questioned her.

“Yeah,” she sniffled. “Thanks for calling Lynna.”

Lynna sat on my end of the couch, but she studied the TV screen thoroughly. “Another happy ending,” she sighed aloud, disappointed by the outcome.

I blinked, caught off guard by her emotion. Lynna’s sigh wasn’t a sigh of longing; it was a sigh of boredom.

Ella got up and stretched. “So, Gar, I need a ride home to get ready and Lynna needs to go.”

I nodded and grabbed my wallet and keys.

Lynna stood up and glanced at me. “Where are Cass and Kelly?”

“They’re in the library,” I responded.

“Did they bother you?”

I sighed. “They quizzed me about who built the house.”

Lynna scrunched up her face, shrugged her shoulders, and then headed for the hallway that led to the library.

Ella poked me in the shoulder. “Out of all of my other friends, I’m glad you called her.”

I was shocked. “It went that well?”

“There was a lot I had to explain. But she understood. I didn’t expect her to. She’s more like a human than we originally thought.”

I glanced at Ella, noticing Lynna was back in the room, leading the kids towards the door. “What?” I whispered to her. I didn’t really understand if she meant that statement.

“Oh, come on Gar, you know what I mean. She’s the real thing,” she hurriedly whispered back.

Lynna smiled out of the corner of my eye. It was gone when I looked at her, making me wonder if she really smiled on her own or if she overheard the semi-private conversation between us.

“I’ll call you later tonight,” Lynna stated to Ella in response to some agreement between the two of them.

Ella beamed brightly at her. “Alright. Are you sure you don’t want to come to Homecoming? Gar and I have to be there because we’ve been nominated for the court.”

Cass and Kelly both turned and stared at their older sister in unison. Lynna went pale, not white, but a shade close to it. “I really shouldn’t. I need to settle things, with…our father first.”

I wanted to ask what she was talking about, for I knew that she didn’t have a father, only a caretaker. But Ella started talking before I could speak up.

“Then it’s settled. I’ll go home and get ready. And then I’ll see you later.” She smiled at Lynna and waved goodbye to her as the trio left my house. As soon as the door was shut she whirled on me, punched me in the shoulder and exclaimed, “You gooberhead!”

“What?” I shouted back at her while rubbing the spot where her fist landed.

“Lynna would’ve totally come to the event tonight if you had asked her! I was dropping hints!”

I stared open mouthed at her. “When did I have the time to ask her?”

“When I brought the subject up! There was a whole two minutes of silence between us all after I ‘told’ her about you being nominated.”

I tried thinking back to that moment, but in my mind the silence lasted only for a second. “Well I didn’t really think about it, until you said something,” I stammered.

We headed to my car shortly after that. Once we were both in and down the street she continued the subject after I thought it had closed.

“I’m trying to help you both,” she sighed.

“How?” I quizzed her.

“You wanted to talk to her. She wants to talk to you. You obviously like her, get with the program,” she snapped.

I pulled up to her house. “Do you need me to wait?”

She shook her head. “No. I’ve asked Lynna to stay with me until my parents get back. She’ll be here sometime tonight.”

I nodded. “Alright. Call me if you need anything.”

I made sure she entered her house before I left. Kyle’s car wasn’t any where in sight, but that didn’t mean he would show up on her doorstep. I drove back home when I knew that she was secure in her house. My mom was still out, but it was time for me to get ready for Homecoming.

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