Fated

by Courtney Cole

  Crossing the room, I grabbed my laptop and returned to my bed. Some thorough research of my ancestry was in order, beginning with my father. My real father. Ares, the god of war.

  Hours passed. I heard my mother come home and barely lifted my head when she asked if I wanted any dinner. Thankfully, she left me alone the rest of the evening while she had a movie night with a friend. My eyes had begun to burn from so much online reading by the time I finally closed the lid to my laptop. I lay quietly staring at the wall, pondering my new history.

  My true and original history.

  My thoughts flew back to Alexandria when I had saved Hasani’s (Gavin’s ...Cadmus’ ...) life. At the time I had no idea how I had done it. Strength from within me had just exploded into that cave and the next thing I knew, Hasani was opening his eyes. It had to be because of who I was ... not because of the bloodstone at all, which is what I had thought at the time.

  I had the blood of a goddess. A minor goddess, but still. A goddess was a goddess. It was a fact that kept running through my mind until the very minute the sleep overtook me.

  * * *

  I was surrounded in blackness. I stared around, frantically trying to get my bearings. A minute ago I had been in the safety of my bed and now I was elsewhere. A dream. A dream? Was I dreamwalking again?

  I was in a long, musty stone hallway. I heard raspy whisperings floating from the end of it, so I felt along the stone wall to find where it was coming from. Oddly enough, even though I wasn’t physically here, I could feel the dampness beneath my fingers as I crept along. It was also so black that I couldn’t see a foot in front of my face. Frustrating. My bare foot slid into something furry and moving and I fought back a scream. Whatever it was scurried away from me and I breathed a sigh of relief.

  I approached the end of the hall and I found myself facing a door. Light seeped from under it and I edged closer cautiously. Silently, I opened it just a little and peered inside. The first thing I noticed were a thousand candles floating throughout the room from ceiling to floor.

  Their soft glow surrounded three cloaked figures and Ahmose.

  But Ahmose is who held my attention.

  The ancient priest was suspended in mid-air, his face contorted in agony. I couldn’t see what they were doing to him—their hands were not physically on him, but he was obviously in excruciating pain. He writhed and turned in mid-air, but stubbornly refused to even whimper.

  I could clearly see though, the effort that it cost him. Sweat poured in rivulets from his forehead and his jaw was clenched tightly closed. A tiny muscle in his cheek ticked as he stared down at his attackers.

  "You dared to defy us?" A hissing voice asked and I closed my eyes. There was so much malice in the voice that the mere sound of it scared me. I felt my thighs tremble as I hovered quietly outside the door. I couldn’t stand not knowing, though, so I opened my eyes again.

  Ahmose remained silent, hanging limply in the air like a long, black dishtowel.

  "Answer me!" the voice hissed and Ahmose straightened his body out with a harsh groan.

  Clearly, they were torturing him somehow. Mental agony? It was though he was stretched on an invisible rack. I could tell each time they inflicted pain on him only by the way he held his body.

  "I did what was right," he muttered limply, as his body slumped once again. A thin stream of blood flowed out of his ear and dripped onto his dark robes and I flinched.

  "How dare you think you can decide what is right!" another hooded figure asked venomously.

  There were three of them. Like the Fates. But their voices were not familiar. The Keres?

  They were small and hunched, but apparently lethal. I frantically tried to decide what to do, but ultimately, I knew that there was nothing. I wasn’t physically here.

  I peered into the room once again and this time, found Ahmose staring directly at me, his black eyes drilling into mine. I clasped a hand over my mouth and his gaze never faltered. It was as though he was piercing my soul with it. I knew, in that moment, that he had summoned me here. He wanted me to witness this. For that reason only, I forced my eyes to remain open.

  His feet were shaking, probably from pain, as he dangled like a rag doll in the air. Blood was seeping from the corners of his eyes now, as well as his ear and I desperately wanted to turn away, but his gaze held me immobilized.

  "You will not win," he finally uttered to them with great effort. "She won’t allow it."

  The three figures huddled around him and then stepped backward.

  "But we will," the figure replied. "She can’t stop us."

  And with that, Ahmose dropped from the air into a heap on the floor and instantly exploded into flames. His torturous screams filled the room and my heart as I turned away.

  I sat straight up in bed with a gasp. Relieved, I looked around me. I was home. Safe and sound. I had no idea where I had just been, but I was so happy to be here now. I tried to calm my frantic breathing as my heart pounded against my sternum like a runaway freight train.

  And then I saw him.

  Someone was standing in the corner of my room, outlined by the silvery light of the moon.

  Tall and thin, his pale face was luminescent in the shadows. My pulse picked up again. I didn’t take my eyes off of him as I leaned to turn on my lamp. Before I could even reach the switch, he was standing directly in front of me, his ice-cold hand wrapped around my arm. He was lightening fast.

  "Don’t," he instructed, his breath so cold that it I could see it in the warm air.

  "Why?" I whispered, staring into his silvery eyes.

  "Walk with me," he answered. He motioned to me and I was instantly on my feet, although I had not actually moved a muscle.

  He grasped my elbow lightly, like a perfect gentleman, guiding me toward the door. Gavin did this very same thing sometimes, in a crowded room. But this icy grip was certainly not Gavin’s and it wasn’t comforting in the slightest.

  We walked through the dark house to the back door and out to the quiet pool. Moonlight reflected off of the still water and I could smell the chlorine on the breeze along with the honeysuckle on the side of the house. Comforting, familiar scents in a terrifying situation.

  He led me to a nearby chair and gestured for me to sit. I did so, then looked up at him.

  "Who are you?"

  "Alexi," he replied. He didn’t smile, nor did he scowl. He simply had an expressionless face.

  "And why are you here? Why were you in my room in the middle of the night?" I asked, getting back a little of my feistiness. Who did he think he was?

  "I think you know why, Harmonia."

  My breath froze in my throat.

  "You know who I am?" I asked nervously, glancing around.

  "Of course. As do you ... and therein lies the problem."

  Chapter Seven

  Alexi stared at me, his gaze sharp and unwavering. I tried not to flinch. Do not let him see your fear. Do not let him see it. I chanted it in my head like a mantra while I clenched my fists tightly.

  He smiled, an eerily haunting gesture that flooded my entire body with white-hot fear.

  "I can read your mind, my dear," he stated, studying me calmly. "I know that you are afraid."

  "Who are you?" I whispered. "Did the Moirae send you?"

  "Of course," he confirmed, so emotionless and matter-of-fact. "As you just saw, Ahmose is, shall we say, permanently indisposed. You are in need of a new Aegis."

  "Yet, you’re not an Aegis," I pointed out, trying not to think about poor Ahmose.

  "They told me you were smart," he observed sarcastically, right before he blurred into motion.

  In a movement as quick as hummingbird wings, he bent and grasped my elbow and pulled me to his side. His icy fingers had barely touched me before I was standing limply once again.

  "Come with me," he murmured.

  With his free hand, he gestured toward the pool and as I watched in amazement, the water began to churn around in a whirlpool
-like frenzy. It quickly developed such power that it sloshed over the sides of the pool deck in frothy, white splatters. He lifted his hand and the water followed it, swirling up into a funnel, emptying the pool as the water hovered in the air above us, still spiraling like a tornado. I gasped and stared at him as he turned slowly to face me.

  "After you," he said, gesturing toward the pool steps. The empty pool seemed scary to me now, particularly with the water that was supposed to be in it hanging above my head.

  Nervously, I descended the stairs with him, allowing him to lead me down the slanted tiles until we were standing in the empty deep end. The tiled walls surrounding me seemed cavernous and the water hung over our heads like a furious cloud, churning silently. I glanced up at it and felt my pulse race against my birthmark. But no pain. Oddly, even with this clearly out of the ordinary experience, my tell-tale birthmark remained silent. I grasped it anyway and waited, holding my breath as I watched Alexi, waiting for his next movement.

  He lowered his arm and the water came crashing down. I cringed and braced for the impact as I felt it graze against the top of my head.

  And we were gone.

  We were suddenly standing in clouds. I shook my head to clear it, to try and gain my bearings amid my overwhelming confusion.

  Wispy clouds clung to my arms and legs as we stood in front of a great iron gate. White marble columns stood on each side of it, topped with giant, terrifying falcons. They were so enormously large that they seemed to be the size of mountain lions. And they were not stone.

  They were alive. Their eyes were blood red, their expressions fierce. As I moved, so did their heads, following me with their crimson eyes. I shivered.

  "Open the gates," Alexi commanded. "Harmonia is here to see the Moirae."

  The falcon on the left opened its beak. "Answer the question first, then you may pass, servant."

  Alexi’s grip tightened on my elbow and I could feel his agitation seeping through his fingertips. Apparently, he didn’t enjoy being referred to as a servant.

  "I do not answer to you," he replied through gritted teeth. "I come bearing Harmonia.

  Deny us entrance and the Sisters will be angry."

  The falcons watched him with identical bored expressions, each tilting their heads just a little to the left. Light glistened off of their iridescent feathers and I realized that tiny shards of gold were embedded within their plumes. They turned to me, identical and terrifying, their massive claws curled around the platforms on which they sat.

  "Harmonia, how long must one wander the shores of Hades if the boatman isn’t paid?"

  The falcon closest to me rasped.

  "One hundred years," I answered promptly.

  And then I gasped. I would never get used to having subconscious knowledge and memories surface at random moments. I could suddenly see an image of the river Styx in my head as clearly as if I were standing in front of it. Murky, turbulent water wound its way to the gates of Hades with lost souls wandering on each side. It was a dark, unhappy place and I shook my head to free myself of the memory.

  "Correct," the bird uttered as they both nodded in unison. "You may enter, but remember to drink from the cup."

  The heavy gates swung open and the birds dipped their heads in deference as I passed beneath them. Alexi followed directly on my heels. I could almost feel his glacial breath on my neck. Confused by the falcon’s dictate, I turned to face Alexi.

  "Drink from the cup?"

  He nodded curtly toward a golden table sitting directly inside the gates beneath a small, blossoming tree. Magnificent blue flowers dropped from the branches every few minutes and landed in a basket on the ground. On the table, a jeweled goblet was sitting in the shade. Alexi nudged me toward it.

  "Drink from the cup."

  I eyed it suspiciously. "What is it?"

  He gave me a droll look. "Does it matter? If you don’t drink, you cannot continue into Olympus. And if you do not appear in front of the Sisters, they will kill you. Drink."

  "Can you not just tell me what it is?" I asked in exasperation. Why did everything need to be so difficult?

  "It is nectar," he replied brusquely. "Now, drink it."

  I picked up the heavy golden chalice, wrapping my fingers around the solid stem and sniffed at the clear liquid within. It had the consistency of thick syrupy juice but was transparent like water. It had a heavy, sweet smell unlike anything I’d encountered before- a mixture of peaches, mangoes, cherries ... I couldn’t put my finger on it. I hesitated, even though the smell was rapidly drawing me in. I felt an incredible compulsion to drink.

  Alexi smiled a superior, knowing smile.

  "You’ve drunk from this cup a thousand times before. It will not harm you. Drink." He motioned with his hand and I gathered up my courage. I could do this.

  I sipped tentatively at the liquid, but it was so overwhelmingly delicious and fragrant that I forgot myself and tipped the cup back, draining every ounce of the sweet goodness, gulping so fast that it streaked down my chin. As I finished the last swallow, I wiped at my face with my hand. Glancing down, I gasped again.

  My hand was covered in blood.

  Holding the goblet up so that I could peer into the reflection, I saw in horror that my chin and teeth were smeared with crimson streaks. I looked like an evil, blood-drinking fiend.

  "What is the nectar made from?" I turned to Alexi in a panic with wide eyes.

  "The blood of the unborn," he answered. "You know this. It gives you eternal life."

  I fell onto my knees, gagging as I coughed. But even as I did, the revulsion quickly faded, replaced with a strange feeling unlike anything I remembered. It began in my toes and quickly worked itself up like an invisible presence. It was .... Knowledge. Understanding. Power.

  Awareness. Clarity. Harmonia’s memories returned in a scant blink of an eye. I was her. She was me.

  Harmonia. Visions of my life as Harmonia, flew into my memory with startling speed.

  I stopped coughing and slowly rose from the ground, standing with my shoulders back and my chin up. I felt my face literally tighten as I stood. I knew I was losing the baby fat that Macy still carried in her cheeks as I acquired Harmonia’s more adult face. I wanted to look, but didn’t have time. I would do it later.

  "There we go," Alexi approved. "Gratitude for being quick."

  I threw him a look as I walked ahead of him. He knew his place was behind me. And now so did I. I could feel my sense of entitlement as a goddess, as the daughter of Aphrodite and Ares, returning to me. I wasn’t sure I liked it. There were certain things that were done simply because of who I was yet there wasn’t anything I could do but accept it.

  "Why have I been summoned here?" I asked Alexi.

  As I did, I looked around me. Mount Olympus was in ruins. It was still beautiful with winding paths, ancient marble buildings and magnificent gardens, but everything was crumbling and in disrepair. Diaphanous clouds drifted around us and the air smelled like heaven ...wisteria, jasmine, honeysuckle. I recalled that Olympus was specifically beautiful to each beholder ... meaning it was beautiful to each inhabitant in a different way, each person’s own perception of perfection. Just like my mother. Aphrodite had the same gift. It was why her smile was so charming.

  I glanced through the drifting clouds to stare at Alexi.

  "Why am I here?" I repeated.

  "Because they wanted you here," he answered. "And we need to move. They don’t like to wait."

  He grasped my arm again and propelled me forward and we moved fluidly throughout the beautiful, aging city. As I looked around, I found minor gods and goddesses like myself, but not any of the Olympic gods. Aphrodite, Ares, Zeus, Hera ... None of the twelve were here.

  "Where is Zeus?" I asked. Zeus was an overwhelming presence on Mount Olympus. You could feel him long before you could see him. He was the personification of the word Intimidating.

  Alexi stared at me silently, his lips pressed together in a thin line.
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br />   "You ask quite a few questions for someone in your precarious position," he remarked.

  "What exactly is my position?" I asked. "Why have I been cast into a mortal’s body? It doesn’t make sense."

  "It will," he promised. "Soon."