Eternal Sacrifice (Mortal Enchantment Book 4)

by Stacey O'Neale

  Britta was right. Every choice we made had the ability to alter our future. I released the tension in my shoulders. In a calmer tone, I asked, “What did you see in your vision?”

  “Kalin has made the ultimate sacrifice.” Her eyes returned to their normal icy blue. “Once the mist absorbs her power, she will be given a choice. If she returns, it will take all of us to make her whole.”

  I stepped toward her. “What do we have to do?”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Kalin

  As I entered the mist, everything around me glowed white.

  I couldn’t move. It felt as if I was floating on air. Something took control over my body. I tried to move, but I was frozen in place. My body shook like I was having a seizure. Long scratches appeared all over my arms and legs. As the wounds tore open, I screamed from the pain. Blood poured out, and was quickly absorbed by the mist. My vision hazed. As the crimson fluid drained from my body, I became lightheaded. My limbs sagged.

  And then everything went black.

  When I opened my eyes, I stood in the caverns below the air court castle. Above my head, a massive gust of wind twisted. Within the airstream, warm yellow shadows shifted around. One particular silhouette grew larger as it floated out of the wind, appearing to come toward me. The shape stood next to me, and materialized into a solid form.

  It was my father.

  “Dad,” I screamed, running toward him. He stood with his arms opened wide. I hugged tightly around his waist. “I missed you so much.”

  “I’m so proud of you, Kalin.” He kissed the top of my head. “You saved the world.”

  Gazing up at him, I asked, “Am I dead?”

  “No.” He pulled away, pointing into the distance. The scenery changed. We now stood on a dark flat surface surrounded by nothing but blackness. “This is the inbetween. A reality that exists between the world of the living and the dead. Mortals refer to it as purgatory.”

  Had I done something wrong? I thought purgatory was a place mortals went to when they hadn’t been accepted into heaven. I reached out to touch the darkness, and felt nothing. “Why am I here?”

  Once again, everything around me changed. I stood in a country-styled kitchen that looked similar to the one we had in my mother’s house in the mortal world. A moment later, I jolted when I saw myself enter the room and sit down at a long wooden table. Several textbooks and a spiral notebook rested on the table. I appeared to be doing homework. Mom came into the room, sipping tea, and sat next to me. “What is this?”

  “What you see can be your reality,” he replied, with excitement in his tone.

  I waved my hand in front of their faces, but neither responded. They hadn’t seen me or heard us. My eyebrows furrowed as I turned to face my father. “What do you mean?”

  “The mist absorbed the elemental-half of you to heal itself, but your mortal half lives on.” He smiled. “Now you must decide which future you’d like to have.”

  “Which future?” This was hard for me to understand. I was told I would die. That there were no other options for me. How was any of this possible?

  “This is a very special gift. Because of your sacrifice, you’ve been given the opportunity to return to the mortal world as a full human with no memory of the elementals. Your mother may join you. Her memory would be wiped as well.”

  But I’d never know my father. Never know my friends. Never fall in love with Rowan. “Why would I want to do that?”

  “You can have the simple life you craved.” He squeezed my shoulders, leveling our eyes. “You can go to college. Get married. Have a child. Whatever you wish. All the sadness and burdens you’ve experienced would be gone.”

  There were so many times I wished for that kind of life. To be able to choose my own future and make my own decisions. He was offering me more than a life. He was offering me a freedom I’d never known. “What’s the other option?”

  “You can return to Avalon as you are.” He replied in a lackluster tone. It was clear which path he preferred I choose. “But this option is much riskier.”

  “Why?” I asked.

  “Avalon is a magical realm. In order for you to return, your elemental-half must be restored.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “In your weakened state, there is no guarantee you will survive the process.”

  Tension built in my shoulders. “So, I could choose Avalon and still die?”

  He nodded. “Yes.”

  This was an impossible decision to make. But it wasn’t just about me. I had others I had to think about. “What will happen to my friends if I don’t return? What about Rowan?”

  “There will be a period of mourning.” He shrugged. “Some longer than others. But each has responsibilities within their courts. They will eventually move forward with their lives.”

  Rowan had fought so hard for me. I thought of the last time I saw him. The look of desperation on his face. “Will they be happy?”

  “You can’t make this decision based on others,” he said, slightly agitated. The scenery washed away. All that surrounded us now were moving clouds. Even the surface I stood on was gone, which made me a little woozy. “This is a personal choice.”

  I cocked my head to the side. “It’s not that simple and you know it.”

  He let out an exaggerated sigh. “The most important decisions are rarely simple.”

  I’d never been so conflicted. All my life, I’d known where I’d be and what I was supposed to do. Now I stood at a crossroads. I had a chance at total freedom. To live without the pain of Dad or Ariel’s loss. To make my own choices. Or, I could return to Avalon. To the life I’d been destined to live. To the ones I loved. “I don’t know what to do.”

  “We’ve run out of time.” He took my hand in his. “What do you want to do?”

  I’d given up everything to save Avalon. I’d gained and lost so much. Dad was right. For the first time, I had to think for myself. I had to decide what was best for me. The choice was clear. I just had to be brave enough to follow it. “I’ve made my decision.”

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Rowan

  “Be patient, young king,” Britta said, telepathically.

  Relief rushed through my veins, and I released the tension in my chest. Kalin was alive. That was all I needed to know. As we waited, I tried to understand what Britta had told us about her premonition. Kalin had to believe she would die. Her sacrifice had to be pure so that she’d be given this gift. And now she had to make a choice about her future. But what were her choices? “You said she might come back. What was her other option?”

  “To return to the world as a mortal with no memory of the elementals,” Britta replied, as she moved toward a small stream that ran through the area.

  Without the burdens of her court, it would be a fresh start for Kalin. She’d never know the pain of Taron's and Ariel’s deaths. The memories of our war would be expunged from her memory. She’d be free.

  I glanced over at Kalin’s mother. “What about Tricia?”

  Tricia stared at Britta. “If Kalin chooses a mortal life, her mother will return with her.”

  “Would I have any memories of Avalon?” Tricia asked, eyes rounded.

  Britta glanced at her. “No, you would believe that Kalin’s father was a soldier who died at war.”

  Her eyes welled with tears. “I don’t want to forget about Taron. I loved him.”

  Britta waved her hand. “If you wish to return with your daughter, that is the cost.”

  My heart ached for her. That was a terrible price to pay. If I had the choice, I wouldn’t want to lose the memories of the one I loved. But Tricia would ultimately follow Kalin wherever she chose to go. That much I knew was true. They had been best friends since her birth. Nothing but death would keep them apart.

  But what would Kalin want?

  As a mortal, Kalin would design her own life. Nothing would be decided for her. Selfishly, I wanted her here. When I'd pictured eternity, I’d always hoped she’d be
with me. That we’d protect our courts together. But I understood if she chose to create a new future for herself. If that made her happy, I hoped she’d choose it.

  Thunder filled the skies, startling us all.

  I gazed up as lighting flashed. A bolt shot down, landing a few feet away from me. A thick puff of smoke covered the area. When the dust settled, I saw something lying on the ground and I cautiously moved toward it. The closer I got, the object came into view. A lump swelled in my throat.

  It was Kalin.

  She’d chosen to return to Avalon.

  But something was wrong. She wasn’t moving, and her eyes were closed. I rushed to her side with Tricia right beside me. We both bent down beside her. I looked for Britta. “What’s wrong with her?”

  Britta pressed the palm of her hand against Kalin’s chest. “Her mortal-half survived, but she is weak. She will die if she remains in this state.”

  My heart beat rapidly in my chest. “What can we do?”

  “She will need a spark of power from each of the four royal houses. Britta glanced at each of us. “We must give a part of our essence.”

  Marlena stepped forward. A green leaf with golden trim sprouted from the middle of her chest. “This is the essence Orion gave me during our wedding ceremony. I want Kalin to have it.”

  “No,” Orion said, stopping her hand before she could pluck the foliage from her skin. “I will give her the essence you gave me.”

  “You are the oldest and strongest of our kin.” Marlena placed her hand over his heart. “She needs your strength more than I do.”

  He gently kissed her lips. “You’re right, my love.”

  Marlena laid the leaf over Kalin’s chest. A glowing light appeared all around her essence. The greenery absorbed into her chest. “Let the strength of the woodland faeries nourish you.”

  Britta held her hand over her chest. A tear-shaped droplet materialized in her palm. She held the water over Kalin’s body. A warm light flashed as the drop landed over her heart. “This is our gift to you, brave queen.”

  With my palm over my chest, I collected my essence. It was nothing more than a single red flame. I took a deep breath and slowly blew the fire. The blaze ignited over her chest, then quickly extinguished. As she inhaled the smoke, her skin glowed. “Let this fire help you rise from the ashes.”

  All eyes turned to Tricia. She put her hand over her mouth.

  Panic rippled through me. Kalin had requested that her mother reign as queen over the air court. She was a mortal with no essence to offer. That meant Kalin couldn’t be revived. Not without the air element. “What are we going to do?”

  Wind tickled the back of my neck, and I spun around. Marcus held out a spinning ball of air. Ariel’s essence. “I can give her the essence of the air court.”

  A lump swelled in my throat. “Marcus, I can’t take that from you. It’s all you have left of her.”

  He shook his head as a tear ran down his cheek. “She’d want Kalin to have it.”

  I pulled Marcus into a hug. “Thank you.”

  I held my breath as he released the essence over her head. The wind blew through her hair, but nothing else happened. She still hadn’t opened her eyes or moved even an inch. I stared at Britta. “Is there anything else?”

  “We have to wait and see how her body responds,” Britta replied, stepping away from us as we crowded around Kalin. “She was very weak when we began.”

  Anger grew in my chest. “After everything, there is still a chance she’ll die?”

  She cringed. A rare glimpse of emotion from her normally stoic persona. “Yes.”

  My stomach churned. “Was Kalin aware that this might not work?”

  “Yes.” Lowering her head, she replied, “She knowingly chose to take the risk.”

  “Come on, Kalin.” I took her hand in mine. An icy shiver raced down my spine. Her skin was pale and cold. “I need you to come back to me.” Tricia brushed the hair away from her face with the tips of her fingers. “If you can hear me, open your eyes.”

  Nothing.

  I laid my head on her stomach. “Please, Kalin.”

  Kalin’s back arched, and I leapt up. Her red hair faded to a wheat blond that matched the other air court elementals. Tricia stood and stepped backwards. “What’s happening?”

  Wings burst out from her either side of her back. Flexing wide, they were unlike any I’d ever seen. Instead of one particular kind of feather, she had a mix of all four courts. I saw scales, leaves, and even black feathers like mine.

  “They’re beautiful,” Orion added. “Does this mean she’s the akasha once more?”

  As the wings relaxed at her sides, she lay flat against the grass. But she still had her eyes closed with no signs of waking up. “I have no idea,” I replied. “I wasn’t expecting anything like this.”

  “The future is always changing,” Britta added. “No matter how certain we believe it to be.”

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Kalin

  My eyes burst open.

  The sun shone, blurring my vision. I tried to feel my way around to determine my location. There was grass in my palm. I was lying on the ground. When my eyes came into focus, I saw my family and friends. My mother and Rowan were the closest to me. Farther away, I saw Orion, Marlena, and Marcus. I was in the woodland court, right where I’d entered the mist. When I tried to sit up, pain radiated from my back. I reached behind to touch my spine, and my fingers ran over soft feathers. I glanced over my shoulder.

  Wings.

  I had wings.

  Was I able to move them? They flexed. Yes, I could. But they weren’t like any I’d ever seen. Some of the feathers were leafy like the woodland faeries. Others were scaled like the fish in the water court. As I scanned them I realized that each of the four elements was represented. “Holy shit.”

  Everyone chuckled.

  I stood to take a closer look, and Mom wrapped her arms around me. “I can’t believe it. I’m so happy you came back to us.”

  I felt the same way. When I'd stepped into the mist, I’d assumed that was the end. The premonition only said that I would die. No one mentioned I could be reborn. But what had I been reborn into? “I’m just as surprised as you are.”

  “Do you remember what happened?” Mom asked, as she ran her hands over the feathers. Orion and Marlena joined her, admiring my unique wings.

  I tried to piece together what had occurred after I entered the mist. All I could recall were bits of time. Nothing that made a whole lot of sense. “I don’t remember everything, but I do know Dad was there.”

  Mom put her hand over her chest. “What did he say?”

  “I don’t know.” I rubbed my temple. “It’s all in fragments. All I remember is that he loves us. He seemed happy wherever he was.”

  Mom stared into the distance as tears welled in her eyes. “Thank you for sharing that. It’s a relief to know he’s okay.”

  As she spoke, a strand of my hair fell into my face. I startled. It wasn’t red. “My hair is blond? When did that happen?”

  “Right before you sprouted wings,” Rowan replied, as he fiddled with one of my curls. “I think it’s hot.”

  “Does that mean I’m an air elemental?” I asked.

  I glanced at Britta. “We revived you using a piece of each of our essences, and now you are a pure elemental akasha.”

  “Is that any different than what I was before?” I questioned.

  “You were half-mortal then. I suspect you are stronger now.”

  I saw a flash of light. Images I recognized came into view. Islands were being torn apart by massive winds, hurricanes swirled in the water, and tornados whipped across farmland. There was devastation all over the mortal world. In an instant, I knew what I must do. I spread my wings and burst into the air, passing through Avalon’s mist. I flew hundreds of miles in the air, then stopped. My wings flapped, holding me in place.

  I called to the elements.

  Rowan flew next to me,
his black wings flapping heavily. “What the hell are you doing?”

  I had the answer I’d been searching for. My purpose was clear like never before. “I have the power to stop the devastation.” I put my hand over my heart. “I feel it growing inside of me. I have to help the mortals. It’s my duty to protect them.”

  “I want to help you,” he urged.

  “You can’t,” I replied, shaking my head. He didn’t look convinced. “Just trust me, okay?”

  He stared at me as if he was preparing to put up a fight, then he sighed and glided back down to the ground.

  The elements tugged at me, sensing my power. I tried to steady the unrest. I was stronger in my pure form. Energy flowed in and out of me with ease as I slowly calmed the natural disasters plaguing the mortal world. One by one, they subsided. But I knew I could do more. I focused on all that had been destroyed. Trees sprouted out of the burned ruins. Crops of fresh fruits and vegetables regrew in the flooded plains. Glaciers returned to their icy lands. Without any drain of power, I renewed the world.

  When I sensed the balance had returned, and all had been restored, I returned to Avalon. Rowan was the only one that remained. “Where did everyone go?”

  “They went back to their courts when Britta told us you had restored the balance. Tricia asked that you return to the air court when you can.”

  “We did it, Rowan.” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “It’s finally over.”

  “No, Kalin.” He pressed our bodies together until there was no space left between us. “You did it. You saved us all.”

  I thought of Ariel and Dad. “Not everyone.”

  “That’s true.” He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “But you saved more than you lost. That has to count for something.”

  In the scheme of things, it did. We’d loved and lost. Rejoiced and cried. That was all part of life. I had no idea what the future held for me, but I’d discovered a few things along the way. Avalon was where I belonged. This was the life I was meant to live and who I was destined to be. I’d spend the rest of eternity keeping the balance, and I was proud to be its chosen protector.