Destiny Gift

by Juliana Haygert

  Levi whipped around and cast a shield before him. He grabbed the spike with his hands before it could hit his body. He turned the spike toward Mitrus, putting it in the center of a huge white bolt, and hurled it at his foe. Mitrus did the same with another stake he had hidden.

  At the same time, Levi and Mitrus were pierced by the spikes. Both stood, wavering, staring at each other with fury in their eyes, then their bodies shivered, shimmered, and disappeared.

  All the noise and the movement in the room ceased.

  For a couple of moments, nobody breathed. The gods seemed petrified.

  Levi and Mitrus were gone. Not just dead, but gone. Bodies and staves, just gone.

  “I can’t feel them,” Imha whispered, as if she hadn’t trusted they would be able to kill Levi. Though, I was sure, killing Mitrus hadn’t been a part of their plans.

  A scream, desperate and piercing, ripped from Ceris’s throat. I flinched and closed my eyes, unable to bear the pain and the wrath carried by her cry.

  ***

  “Nadine,” someone called me. “Nadine, wake up!”

  My eyes fluttered open. Cheryl. My rushing heartbeat waned.

  “Hi,” I muttered as I scanned my surroundings. We were in the university bookstore, and I stood before a shelf, a book opened in my hands. It took me a moment to clear my mind. I remembered I had finished my shift at work, and Cheryl had invited me to the bookstore. Then, I had spaced out and the insane vision overtook me. Could any of that have been real? I had never seen anyone but Victor until now.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, her silver eyes anxious. “I have been calling you for over fifteen minutes, and you didn’t even blink. You freaked me out. I was about to call 911. What happened?”

  “I-I’m not sure,” I said. My head spun.

  It had been the longest vision ever. Who were those people? And the crystal palace? It felt so real, so powerful.

  “Come on.” Cheryl grabbed my arm and led me toward the coffee shop inside the bookstore. “You should sit down.”

  “I’m fine.” I pushed her hands away, but didn’t offer any more protest. I needed some time to think about what I saw.

  Oh God, was I losing it? Besides visions of Victor, now was I going to see gods and goddess I had never heard of? I sighed and considered telling Cheryl, who sat across from me looking as if she expected me to blurt out some horrible news.

  I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

  “You know you can tell me anything, right?” she asked, her expression pleading.

  I so wanted to talk to her about the visions. I really did. Though, the thought of losing her friendship won over and, once more, I let the opportunity slip away. There was no way she could understand. She’d think I was mental.

  I averted my gaze. “I know.”

  She patted my hand. “I’m gonna get us some coffee.” She stood and went to the ordering line.

  My mind spun through the images of the crystal palace and the impeccably dressed gods. Not that I knew why I had visions about Victor, but why the hell had I seen those gods?

  Chapter Four

  I walked out of the university café to the street and took a deep breath. My nose wrinkled from the foul smells flooding over the walls. I tried to ignore the stench. I was too wound up for anything to bring me down. I figured I’d better head home and give myself a break. Maybe I was working too hard. Maybe the visions were from exhaustion, not some psychiatric disorder. Maybe I just needed to sleep the whole weekend.

  After ten days of working ten-hour shifts, I was relieved it was Friday and I wouldn’t have to work during the weekend. Though, to keep my spirits high, I had to block from my mind the knowledge that on Monday the summer semester would start, which meant more studying, more work, and more crazy-hour shifts. But maybe soon I’d be working with something more satisfying than coffee grounds and bagels. Following Cheryl’s advice, I had applied for the Patient Care Technician position. I was told I’d hear from them in a few days. For now, I planned to chill.

  I greeted the security guard at the university’s gate with a quick nod and stepped outside the protected area. I always felt safe inside the walls. Besides providing students with an outstanding education, the institution emphasized security, earning the vote of trust of many parents throughout the country and around the globe—including mine.

  After the darkness took over, NYU changed too. Before, its campus had been spread through Lower Manhattan. Now, the university was confined to the area around Washington Square Park, the entire site contained within a five-block radius, protected by thick sixteen-foot walls. Cameras and security guards kept watch. Only Langone Medical Center was outside, but also heavily protected and watched. At least my apartment wasn’t far.

  When NYU moved to one location and closed itself in, many apartment buildings were built around it, and their owners hoped they would be used by the students who were not able to get a university dorm.

  During my first semester at NYU, I was in a dorm inside the walls and that was where I met Raisa, my roommate. Raisa and I decided to move to one of the apartments close to NYU so we could have more privacy and larger rooms. We chose a building with a good security system, only one block from NYU’s south gate.

  Even so, I hurried and glanced over my shoulder many times to make sure nobody or no bat followed me.

  I stopped at the newsstand on my block, pulled in by the large picture of an exploding volcano. The headline read: Volcano deemed dormant erupts and sweeps surrounding cities.

  The tragic news didn’t stop there. In Australia, a containment wall ruptured and the massive waves washed out several cities and ended hundreds of lives. Without the full strength of the sun, the agriculture crisis was rapidly scaling up, causing many farmers to become criminals—yesterday, the most feared gang robbed five banks in Chicago—and the tri-state area population of giant bats had grown by thirty percent in the last four months.

  I shuddered, thinking about the bats. No one knew if they were a new kind of bat, or if the regular bats evolved and grew somehow.

  “I wonder when we’ll find a good headline.” The owner of the newsstand grabbed a newspaper from the pile.

  “Me too,” I whispered before running the thirty feet to my building’s door and quickly putting my index finger on the biometric lock. A second later, I was inside the foyer, inhaling the fresh lemony scent from recently applied floor wax.

  “Good evening, Miss Sterling,” the concierge welcomed from behind his tall desk.

  “Hi, John,” I greeted him and entered one of the elevators, noticing his attention had already returned to the screens under his desk, where he monitored our building.

  As the doors of the elevator opened again, I glanced at the floor number printed on the wall before me. I always tried to avoid it, but the more I fought against it, the more the pull to glance at it grew stronger.

  Number eight. Shining brightly, even though it was painted a dull gray on the white wall.

  I sighed and stepped into the corridor, wondering if it was time to face a psychiatrist once and for all, but then I heard my neighbor Olivia’s voice—lilting and warm as she sang one of my favorite songs. I smiled. Singing with Olivia would be a perfect way to relax. I rushed toward the end of the corridor and knocked on her apartment door.

  Her beautiful singing died. “Who is it?”

  I could already see the small frown forming below her round brown eyes. She was always suspicious of everything and everyone. Who wouldn’t be living in this world?

  “Your partner,” I answered.

  The door flew open and Olivia stood before me, her face split by a huge grin. “Come in!” She pulled me inside her loft and disappeared into the kitchen. I followed, then stopped.

  In the kitchen, she drained a soda, then put the can down on a pile of dirty dishes and draped a towel over the mess. I winced, and part of me wished I could drape a towel over all the messes in my life. But dutiful daughters always did the dis
hes.

  “When was the last time you cleaned your apartment?” I asked, pushing a pile of shoes to the side, trying to make room so I could sit on the couch. I forced myself not to look at the rest of the apartment. If I did, I would start cleaning for her.

  I moved a guitar to the side and pitied the many instruments she had. If they were mine, I would take good care of them, not dump them in a pile.

  “Hmm,” Olivia said, putting a finger on her chin. “When I moved in, I think.”

  I rolled my eyes and sat down on the little space I was able to create. “Almost two years ago.”

  Olivia shrugged and flipped her wild chestnut curls. “It’s not bothering me.” She sat on the floor, crossing her legs.

  “I heard you singing.” My voice carried a dreamy tone. It became like that whenever I spoke of music. “Were you rehearsing?”

  “Not really. Just killing time.”

  “You’re so lucky. I wish I was in the music program with you.”

  “You aren’t in the music program because you don’t want to be. With your voice, your audition would last twenty seconds, tops.”

  “I can’t. You know that.”

  “What I know is that you like to play the Good Samaritan.” Olivia grabbed one of her Spanish guitars. “If you were a little selfish, you would follow your dreams.”

  If I could follow my dreams, I would wake up and see Victor by my side every day.

  “How is the new piece going?” I changed subjects, drawing her attention away from my lack of backbone and to her upcoming composition class.

  “It’s good, but I need a break.” She handed me the guitar, an impish smile radiating across her face. “Let’s sing.”

  Smiling, I took the guitar and positioned myself at the edge of the sofa so I had better control over the instrument. Olivia got up and went to the keyboard crammed against the wall.

  I ran my fingers over the chords. “What do you want to sing?”

  “I’m open to suggestions. What inspires you today?”

  An image of Victor smiling at me flashed in my mind. I named a popular love song featuring deep, haunting melodies and a seductive tone.

  “Hmm, romantic.” She winked and I blushed.

  We sang and played as the world outside melted away. While singing, there was no chaos, no violence, no darkness. I closed my eyes and the world was almost perfect. Only missing Victor.

  Olivia and I were a good duo, not only while singing and playing, but in our friendship too. I met her when Raisa and I moved in next door. I couldn’t believe my luck when she had told me she was a music major and had invited me to sing with her. Every now and then we would get together to sing. But on weekends, Olivia usually went out with my roommate, Raisa. The two of them insisted upon my presence, but I always declined. I preferred to remain home and wait for a vision.

  We were on our fourth song when a knock on the door made us stop.

  “Who is it?” Olivia asked, getting up.

  “The only one who can bear you two singing,” Raisa said.

  Olivia went to open the door, and paused. “Apologize, or you can’t come in,” she threatened, portraying a faux-serious face. I laughed.

  “Ah, get out of my way.” Raisa barreled in. She stuck her tongue out and walked past Olivia, winking at me. She was a tall brunette with hazel eyes and short brown hair—she had almost killed the poor hairdresser who took off too much, then demanded her money back. Olivia wished I had Raisa’s strength and would go for what I really wanted—to major in music. But Olivia didn’t have a family in need. Medicine would provide me with enough money to help my family.

  “Bah, I’m gonna call your parents. Where are your manners?” Olivia asked, pretending to be outraged.

  “I left my manners at their house when I moved here.” Raisa pushed a pile of books from the loveseat, not caring when they scattered across the floor, and sat down. For a moment, I wondered if Olivia would complain, but observing the state of the rest of the loft, I doubted it.

  Raisa took off her shoes. “Do you have anything to eat?”

  “Raisa,” I said, amused. “There is plenty of food at our house.”

  “I know, but it’s always the same stuff,” she complained. “Olivia has some different candies.”

  Laughing, Olivia beckoned toward the kitchen as she sat back on the stool. “Help yourself. If you want to wash the dishes too, I won’t protest.”

  “In your dreams,” Raisa yelled from the kitchen, already opening the few cabinets, digging for whatever she could find. “So, there’s a party tomorrow. You coming with us, Nad?” She came back into the living room carrying a bowl of chocolate-covered cookies.

  I chuckled. “You know I’m not coming, but I admire your persistence.”

  “I’m going to give up on you one of these days.” Raisa threw a cookie at me. She’d been saying that for almost a year now. “Come on, just this once. I know you’ll love the party.”

  And that was when I saw her. The world flew away and her flawless face appeared, almost hovering in front of me. “Go,” Ceris said, her voice firm, chin set, eyes flashing. Determined.

  Then gone.

  “Hello, Nadine?” Raisa snapped her fingers in front of my eyes. “Everything all right?”

  “Yes,” I mumbled, looking around to make sure Ceris had been just a vision.

  “I hate it when you do that,” Olivia said, kneeling before me. She must have approached when I was out. “Are you sure you’re all right?”

  I detested having visions while in the girls’ company, but it was inevitable. I couldn’t pick when and where they took over.

  Though, at that moment, hating that I had no control over the visions was the last thing on my mind. I had seen the goddess, Ceris, and she’d specifically told me to go to the party. That had never happened before—a vision telling me what to do. What did that mean? That I was truly becoming insane?

  But curiosity about what could happen at the party won out, even over the nervousness. I had to know what the goddess wanted.

  Now, for the first time in months, I couldn’t wait to go to a party. “I’m going,” I said, not quite believing my own words.

  “What?” Raisa squealed, surprised but pleased. “Are you serious?”

  “Yes. I’m going with you two.”

  Giggling, she threw herself over me, hugging me tight. “Yeah! I can’t believe it!”

  Olivia smiled. “Me neither.”

  “This is going to be great.” Raisa sat beside me again, but she jumped up and down on the cushion almost bursting with excitement. “I can’t wait!”

  Olivia and I started playing a song and singing, and Raisa settled down, joining in—her voice sounding more like a flapping chicken than anything else—while my mind swirled around Ceris’s image and the possibilities of what could happen at the party. Sleeping the weekend away was a dim memory.

  ***

  “Nad, are you ready?” Raisa knocked on my bedroom door again.

  I had been ready for almost fifteen minutes. I was hiding in the dim light of my table lamps, afraid to look in the mirror. It had been a long time since I’d last gone to a party. And tonight, a Saturday night, I was going out.

  My hands shook, but I wasn’t about to give up. I had a purpose behind the simple I’m-going-out excuse. I had to find out why a goddess, vision or not, wanted me to go to this particular party. What did she want me to see?

  I’d tried on multiple outfits, the result of which lined the floor of my room. My hand itched to pick up, to organize, but I forced myself to step over the mess and join Olivia and Raisa in the living room.

  “I am,” I said.

  “Ooh, la la,” Olivia exclaimed, approaching me and pushing at my shoulders, causing me to spin around in place. “Nad, you should dress up more often.”

  “She should, shouldn’t she?” Raisa sounded proud. Of course, it had been her hard work that put me together for the occasion.

  “Isn’t it too
much?” I asked, looking down at my outfit. Skin-tight, low-rise black jeans with a few rhinestones running down the sides, an olive backless top, and black peep-toe pumps—the last two items provided by Raisa, the fashion diva—completed my outfit. She also supplied the makeup.

  “No, not at all.” Olivia smiled at me.

  “You should wear green more often, Nad,” Raisa said, coming over to us. “It emphasizes your eyes.”

  “It does,” Olivia agreed.

  I glanced at the mirror near the entrance. Yes, I could see the green in my eyes from across the room.

  The intercom rang and Raisa went into the kitchen to answer it. Seconds later, she was back.

  “Our cab is here!” She clapped her hands, excited. “Let’s go.” As we dashed to the door, she added, “You guys are bringing your student cards, right? Without them, we won’t be able to get in.”

  “Yes.” I was thankful for the heavy security anywhere we went, but sometimes it was a true pain in the ass.

  “Can we go now?” Olivia pushed so we exited the apartment more quickly.

  The phone rang, and I returned to pick it up.

  “Don’t answer that,” Raisa snapped from the corridor. “Whoever it is can figure out we aren’t home and call our cells.” She reached in and dragged me out of the apartment.

  I looked at the phone on the side table. “What if it is important?” I’d been waiting for that call from Langone and didn’t want to miss it.

  “The important thing right now is us getting to that party,” she objected, trying to close the door.

  True, but work was also important. I had a responsibility to myself, to my family. I drew away from Raisa and marched to the phone. The number on the caller ID was my mom’s, not from Langone, but an important call anyway. I picked it up.

  “Mom, just a second,” I said, then covered the speaker with my hand and spoke to the girls. “It’s my mother. You guys go. I’ll catch up in a few.”

  “And how are you getting to the club?” Olivia asked.

  “I’ll call another cab.”