Unbroken
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... My consciousness flowed back into flesh that I'd left behind.
Outcast, again, but this time, by my own choice.
Unfortunately for me, that meant that I had fallen back into a body that wasn't just drained of life, but dying. I had one breath left, maybe two, and a single heartbeat left before Esmeralda's very effective venom destroyed it beyond all repair.
"No!"
That was Isabel's raw scream in my ears.
My eyes were still open, but now I blinked away a film and focused on the girl's sweaty, white-streaked face. She was shaking and gasping, but she put her hands on my chest and drove healing power into me, warm and rich and golden, a flood of peace that quickly turned toxic as it battled the intense venom Esmeralda had injected. The damage was grave, and Isabel fought for me, fought so hard that the pain that came with it was something I could only accept, and embrace. My blood burned. My nerves fried under the stress. Organs pulsed and wept poison. Muscles ripped and re-formed. Bone knitted.
But even so, she couldn't save me. Not alone. But she wasn't alone, because she had a bottle in her hand, and the cork was lying discarded six feet away, and Rashid was kneeling beside us now, indigo face sharp and intense, eyes like burning glass as he cleaned the toxins from my blood and flesh, wiping it away as it burned its way out of my skin and through clothing.
It hurt, living. It hurt so much. And again, it wasn't enough. Rashid couldn't save me. Isabel couldn't save me.
And that was all right. I hadn't intended to survive, although it would have been good to see Luis one more time. Pearl had been right. I belonged with her, in the dark.
I was still fighting, weakly, to survive when the world shattered around us, and re-formed, as the Mother found her perfect match--a conduit of power who held the awareness of a Djinn and the compassion of humanity.
The human Lewis Orwell had died in her arms, and her intense love had transformed him in her embrace into something astonishing, bright, perfect....
A Djinn. A brand-new Djinn.
Welcome, brother, I whispered to him on the aetheric, and the new creature that had once been Lewis stepped out of the mists and into the world for the first time, and brushed his fingers lightly over my brow.
"You do get yourself into trouble," he said, and his smile was all human, all Lewis. "There. That's fixed, Cass. Try not to break this body quite so much. It's all you've got left."
He faded out again in a white flutter of power--gone and not gone, not ever gone. He was the new gravity, the center of the Djinn world. Venna hadn't been able to hold for long, and David, I knew, had never wished to be a conduit; now neither of them had to bear that burden. It was Lewis, only Lewis, and no one had ever been better suited.
I drew in a deep, slow, lovely breath, and Rashid sat back on his heels, staring after the newly made Djinn. "Well," he said. "That's something you don't see every day." He looked down at me, and his smile was sad, and fierce, and a little angry. "I once asked you for your firstborn. Do you remember that?"
I did, though I didn't feel the need to speak. He could see it in my eyes.
"I'll be back when it's time to fulfill that bargain. As much as your human loves you, I don't expect it will be very long."
He misted away before I could tell him that I'd kill him before he took a child of mine. That would, it seemed, be an argument for another day.
Isabel threw herself across me, still shaking, and I hugged her back, hard. I smoothed her hair, just as I had when she was such a small child, and she said, "Cassie, please stay. Please."
"I will," I whispered, and my eyes filled with human, burning, perfect tears. "I will." There was something odd about my left arm and hand. I raised it and stared at it, not realizing for a moment what it was... and then I felt the pulse of blood in my fingers, and laughed out loud.
Whether it was a gift of the Mother, or something Lewis had left me, my metal arm was gone.... It was, in fact, a melted heap of bronze on the floor next to me.
My arm was flesh. Perfect, and unmarked.
I looked beyond my arm, and saw Luis holding Esmeralda in his arms. He looked up at me and shook his head.
She hadn't made it back. One of the many I'd taken, and lost.
My burden. My great and terrible guilt I would carry for the rest of my human days.
He gently lowered her to the floor and walked over to me. One effortless pull got me to my feet and into his arms, pressed hot against his body as he held me close, so close. He sighed and rested his head against mine for a moment before finding my lips with his in a bright, burning kiss.
"Something's different," he said.
Well, yes. The storm outside was breaking apart now; the black was fading on the aetheric, replaced by a still, soft pearl gray shot through with glittering, translucent colors. Everything was different. Everything.
But he wasn't talking about all that. He was talking about me, and as I considered it, I realized that I was no longer bound to him. No longer drawing life and power out of him.
I had it inside me, a fierce and glowing tide that stretched invisible roots down into the earth.
I was alive. I was a Warden, a real and genuine Warden, with power of my own.
"Yes," I said aloud. Even my voice felt different in my mouth--stronger, more assured. My voice. My body. My life, to live and lose. The clock of the world was ticking in me, and it felt... astonishingly good. "I'm human."
And he smiled a little, one side endearingly just a tiny bit higher than the other, and kissed me again, very softly. "You've always been human," he said. "You're just really, really committed to it now."
"And to you," I said. I put my arm around Isabel and pulled her close. "To you both."
And to the world that we faced now, damaged and hurting, but hopeful.
Ready to be reborn.
Unbroken.
TRACK LIST
I'm pleased to offer you an excellent soundtrack for this last installment of the Outcast Season series; I think these songs and artists offered some real insight and excitement to the story, and I hope you enjoy them, too. Please remember that these musicians deserve your financial support, and buy their music.
"All American Nightmare" Hinder
"Hurricanes and Suns" Tokio Hotel
"Here Comes the End" The Raveonettes
"Fight the Power, Pts. 1 and 2" The Isley Brothers
"Gone" Jessica Riddle
"The Fire" Rev Theory
"Rolling in the Deep" ADELE
"Set Fire to the Rain" ADELE
"Secret" Missy Higgins
"Scare Me to Death" Joe Henry
"Pins & Needles" Opshop
"We Cry" The Script
"Fall for Anything" The Script
"Rusty Halo" The Script
"Walk Away" The Script
"Dead Man Walking" The Script
"Medicate" AFI
"Rise Above 1 (feat. Bono and The Edge) Reeve Carney
"Keep the Streets Empty for Me" Fever Ray
"Diables" Cirque du Soleil
"You Did (Bomp Shooby Dooby Bomp)" Chuck Prophet
"Living in a Dream" Finger Eleven