by D. M. Sears
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Copyright 2013 D.M. Sears
Eden’s Mark
By
D.M. Sears
I want to say thank you to God for giving me the imagination that drove my family crazy, to my mom, Cindy, for pushing me to follow what I love, and my sister, Michelle, for all her encouragement and late night editing. Last, but not least, my daughter Larissa for being my inspiration.
Prologue
I shivered. The cold seeped into my bones, weakening me, chilling me so deep I felt ice in my veins. All the exertion from running took all the energy I could muster, but I continued to run through the vast dark forest. Thick soupy fog covered the ground, increasing my difficulty. Branches scratched at my body, grabbing at my clothes, cutting deep in my flesh. Sweat poured down my forehead and into my eyes, blood mingled with my perspiration dripping to the ground. I was getting nowhere. Despite the fact that I was running…I was still so cold. My lungs felt heavy, ready to burst, as I took a lungful of air. To stop was to die; I pressed on, pushing the pain down, ignoring the fatigue that washed over my muscles. Someone or something followed me. My heart beat faster, harder, louder, as I looked around, not seeing anything except dark forest. Cold and unrelenting darkness smothered me, unforgiving, surrounded me on all sides enveloping me into its frigid embrace.
A feral growl echoed behind me, my body tense, waiting the attack. My vision useless, I tried to peer through the thick fog hoping to see something, anything. A gleam of white caught my attention. The thrall of those wicked pale eyes was drowning. Deep rage and a burning hunger for chaos and death flickered like a blue flame in those white nothing eyes. A shudder came over me; those eyes would devour everything in their path. I could only watch; my feet stuck in place unable to move as my fear surged on. The voided eyes closed on me, my heart raced, my skin prickled…I woke up.
Chapter One
Air…I needed air. I sucked breath in between my lips trying to calm my shaking limbs. My skin, covered in sweat, was ice cold. My wrist seemed as if on fire, my birthmark pulsed an ugly red in unison with my labored breathing. For all the years I dreamed, my birthmark never flared or bothered me until recently. Dreams of odd goings-on haunted me now. Distant images of a gray sky, purple mountains, and mostly, of this too-white blank pair of eyes. Those dreams cause my mark to burn savagely, leaving me with a feeling of unsettledness.
I lay in my bed, hoping to get a grip on reality, as I heard footsteps coming from the hallway. The clock on my nightstand read 2:30 am. Ugh, another night of waking up my guardians. Poor Lex and Val. Every night that a dream troubled me, they came to comfort me. So many sleepless nights they have had, all because I am a freak with nightmares.
Tucking my arm under my cover, I sat up in bed waiting for them to burst in. The large oak door opened as my faithful guardians rushed into the room, worried expressions plaguing their faces.
“Eden, are you all right?” Val threw her arms around my shoulders, pulling me into her warm embrace. Her cracking voice gave a hint that tears were not far behind.
So sleep deprived. Val’s rich brown eyes lacked luster where once they looked like shiny pebbles from a creek bed. Her peaches-and-cream complexion was pale, pasty, marred with dark circles. The worst part was her hair. Val’s long copper tresses looked colorless and ill-treated. I remember wanting to touch the strands all the time. I would wrap my fingers in her natural curls and watch her hair dance as it fell down her back. Taking her in now, the sadness had become so apparent. I was responsible for this whole mess.
“Same dream again. Sorry for getting you both up. I just don’t understand why these dreams keep coming back.” I stared at Lex; his face was shadowed with concern.
Lexington, much like Valora, was also a ghost of his once-youthful self. He had perfect blonde hair, deep-set aqua eyes and always carried a smile. Now, he looked weary, sad, almost guilty yet sympathetic to my night terrors. Not much to smile about anymore, for any of us.
“You have nothing to be sorry for.” Lex patted my shoulder and I took some solace in his soft voice. “We love you and want to help. If coming in here and sitting with you through these nightmares is all we can do, then, we will, for as long as we can.” His smile never reached the corners of his mouth. Val stood behind him, gazing at her husband with sweet appreciation.
“Let’s go downstairs and I will make us some tea. There’s a new recipe I want to try. Made correctly, should induce sleep. Sound good?” Her playful smirk gave way to my grin. I always smiled when she had new recipes to try on us.
“Who doesn’t love being a guinea pig?” I gave a short laugh, trying to release the heavy feelings.
“That’s our girl!” Lex beamed at me.
Val winked at the two of us and strolled out of the room. Lex gave his signature smile-nod combo and followed behind.
I pushed the covers off once they had gone. A faded pink birthmark replaced the red inflamed skin that throbbed just moments ago. I pulled my sleeve back in place to cover it, removing it from sight. I needed a minute to get myself under control; I watched the small particles of dust float around in the air.
“Come on, feet, time to get moving.” I sat up on the corner of my bed, my feet found my slippers and I walked into my bathroom.
The faucet was arched, spitting the cold water into the bowl sink. I filled my hands, splashing my face several times, enjoying the serenity it gave me. At this point, I would try anything to clear my head. Too many days had come and gone where I was mentally useless. My thoughts hung up on my dreams or weird feelings I was having. Now that my birthmark was coming alive, it added to my already difficult life.
The fluffy towel dried my now-cooled face, and I took the chance to look at myself in the mirror. A worn image of a youthful girl stared back at me. The girl in the mirror looked exhausted, run down from nightly thrashing and screaming. Lifeless auburn hair, pin straight, hung over her shoulders. The girl’s large hazel eyes, dull and bloodshot from endless nightmares, had lost their charm. Exotic, warm, glowing, people said these things about her face. All I could see was a face that had lost its vitality.
There was no point in trying to look nice, have a boyfriend, or friends in general. “Eden, nothing is going to help the hot mess that is you.” Talking to myself seemed to be my favorite pastime. I pulled my hair back and walked out of the room.
The familiar pictures on the walls comforted me. I had seen these photos for the past seventeen years of my life, each one displaying scenes of my guardians and me. Lex and Val, the only real family I had, but somewhere inside of me there had to be more to my life I had yet to discover, about myself and my past.
My guardians told me I came to live with them as a baby. Fragmented, blurry images were all I could ever remember of my early childhood. Anytime the subject was broached, they shut it down…immediately. For some reason that particular topic was a sore spot. I hoped in time they would tell me on their own, but that came to no avail. Avoidance became the routine. Now, with these super-creepy dreams coming at me every night, something had to be done. My gut told me the dreams and my past were interconnected som
ehow.
My ears picked up the hushed sounds of my guardians in the kitchen. Even though eavesdropping was wrong, I tiptoed to the door, straining to hear their conversation.
“Honey, we have to tell her. These dreams are coming more and more often. Something is going to happen if we do not prepare her. We promised we would tell Eden everything when the time was right, and that time has come.”
Watching through the crack in the door, Lex walked over and wrapped his arms around Val. Her eyes followed the reflections in the glass before them.
“I don’t know, Lex. Her protection is all that matters to me. My family died so I could keep her safe. I cannot put Eden in the same danger I fled from. I just can’t.”
“Don’t cry, Valora, Eden has a great destiny, one she will need guidance to fulfill. It is our job to prepare her, no matter what.” Tenderness and sincerity backed each syllable he uttered.
I stood dumbstruck for a brief moment. What did Val mean…her family had died and what danger had she come from? Confusion filled my thoughts. I pushed the door open, causing it to hit the wall loudly. “What journey, what am I being prepared for? I think you all need to fill me in on some things.” Curiosity killed the cat they say. I say…meow.
“You heard us, huh?” I nodded in response. “Eden, for many years you have asked us what happened to you, your parents, and how you came to live here with us. It’s time to tell you all you want to know.”
Anxiousness overwhelmed me. Trepidation over what they were going to say claimed me. Seventeen years was a long time to keep something quiet, my guess, it wasn’t going to be good news.
“Perhaps we should go sit and talk. The tea is almost ready. I will be with you in a few moments. Val’s whispering voice was barely audible.
Lex gestured towards the door. I followed, working out the questions I wanted to ask and hoping I wouldn’t vomit from nervousness.
Lex sat in his usual spot on the worn leather sofa. Its matching chair and ottoman sat near the fireplace, my favorite seat in the house. Warm, inviting, I could sit in that chair and read for hours. On more than one occasion, Lex or Valora would find me asleep with a book open in my lap. They would cover me up and leave me. I would eventually wake up minus one book and plus one blanket. Slight warmth, like bath water, flowed from the eclipsed shape mark on my wrist, relaxing my tension somewhat.
Semi-relaxed, Val brought me a cup of her tea; I smelled it to see if I could figure out what she had put in it. My guardian has always had this thing with herbs, flowers, and spices. She has a gift, to say the least. Val can combine different herbs and plants into food and drink to help others. She has a small home-based business and supplies such remedies to those who can afford it. Tonight her tea smelled of jasmine, lavender, and one other fragrance that stumped me. I took a sip of the heated brown liquid, delicious. It had a strong bitter taste at first, but soon melted away to a sweet floral, honey-like after taste. I felt the tea slide down my throat and warm me from the inside. Relaxation hit immediately. Val knew what she was doing.
“I don’t want to be rude, and I am sorry for listening in on you two, but what do I need to be prepared for?” My gaze flitted between the both of them seated side by side on the leather sofa. They were holding hands, staring at each other; Val had tears in her eyes.
Slowly Lex set his cup down and cleared his throat. “I guess the best place to start is our past. You need to know where we come from to understand the situation we now find ourselves in.”
Lex was ready to speak when Val put a hand up in front of him. “Wait, I should be the one to tell her. After all, she is my niece.” Niece…when did that happen? My insides roiled.
“What? I thought you said you were friends with my mom?” I know I looked stunned. I felt stunned.
Chapter Two
“This is a difficult story to tell.” Val’s voice cracked. “Eve was my sister, and your mother.” Val hesitated.
My mother? Oh, my. “So you’re saying you are my aunt? All this time you’ve been my real, true family and let me believe I was an orphan?” Hot tears stung my cheeks. The lies, all these years, pain surfaced leaving my birthmark flaming.
“Your anger is expected. Once you hear the full story I hope you will be able to forgive the lies and secrets.” Soft, hushed, barely a whisper. Val never met my gaze.
I swiped at the tears and took a long sip of amber liquid. They didn’t deserve my compliance to listen, but this may be the only chance I get to learn my history.
“Some people said we were as different as night and day. My best friend, I see her in you more and more, you’ve inherited the same laugh.” Val smiled a small smile. “We lived in a small place called Ellethny. It is a wonderful place, so alive and bustling. I remember the mountains, some the lightest shade of lavender, others so dark they look like onyx. There are fields that looked like the ocean and forests so beautiful they transport you. Our world is a place that houses people of special races. Four main races originally inhabited the land, as the decades have come and gone, lines have mingled and created mixes of each bloodline. Our historian claims Fey, or fairies, came to Ellethny first, thus taking properties in the north for themselves. Rich in gold and gem deposits, the Fey mined the hills north and built their fantastical homes using these materials. By far the most luxurious.”
Absolutely absurd; I debated on calling out the ridiculousness of the whole thing.
“A second house claimed the east; we know them as Night Walkers, vampires to you. That part of the region is mountainous, good for building homes deep inside the rock. Vampires can withstand some sun as they age but mostly live in the black of night. Mages, the third clan, our ancestry, built homes to the west. The minerals found in the ground and in the rocks make great conduits for energy. We use the energy from the living things around us: plants, animals, the sun is another source those rare among us can harness. Minerals help to magnify the spells’ potency. Not to mention our area is home to several unique plants we require for specific potions and remedies.”
I saw something flicker across Val’s face. Now I understood her affinity for making those crazy concoctions, assuming it’s all true.
“The final tribe came to inhabit the south. More like aboriginals, Shifters are by far the most resourceful. Like our world, the southern region is hotter, drier, but unusual. Plains meet forests in striking contrast of colors, crops thrive in the dry heat and require very little water or sun. The coppery soil has interesting uses and is the main stay for every house.
I wore a ridiculous expression. Did Val believe I would buy into this crap? She seemed completely serious.
“Whoa, hold on a second. I am to believe vampires and other nighttime oogie boogies exist?” Skepticism didn’t even touch what I thought. Real fairies and witches, right, and my father is Bigfoot.
“Yes Eden. They do exist and some even live here in this world. Most are exiles or people who chose to live a different way.” She took a slow sip of her tea letting me absorb her words.
“As mages, we can manipulate the energy around us to make things happen. Eve was one of the best. At the age of four, she could already do glamour. She had so much potential the Old Ones said Eve was to be the most powerful mage in our generation. Everyone wanted to be like your mother. She had many suitors, but none made her smile like Marcus Gelsey. He doted on her so, but there was one problem. He was a Fey.”
“The most eligible Fey in his clan, girls went crazy every time he was out in public. Tall, bronze skin, long dark hair, and the greenest eyes caused quite the riot. Large midnight wings, silver designs streaming up the feathers, veining out, creating his house insignia. The grander the wing design, the more upscale the family. The Gelseys, richest family, head council members, and extremely powerful in the art of seeing and telekinetic abilities. His parents, Circenn and Lander, had already arranged a match between Marcus and Olive Rouche. Olive’s family, the second wealthiest of the Fey, didn’t hesitate and agreed to the cou
pling. Her parents, manipulated by Circenn, became lackeys of the Gelseys’. What no one expected is that Marcus took a real shine to Eve. Your father loved everything about your mother, especially her willingness to help anyone who needed it, no matter what.”
“Okay wait… just back up a sec.” My brain stuttered while processing this information. “You’re telling me my mom is a witch, you are a witch, my father is a fairy and I…,” this was hard to say, “and I am part witch and part fairy?” This is insane and completely unbelievable. My mark flamed to life, the blood in my veins sang backing up the words Val spoke to me. I rubbed my birthmark while I stared at my now known family.
“Eden, what’s wrong? You keep rubbing your wrist.” Lex looked at me, waiting for an answer.
“Just a nervous tic, I’ll be okay.” Such a lie; being ok would take some time after all this.
On the verge of tears, Val took a deep breath, no doubt trying to keep her composure. “There is so much you need to know, to help you understand why I never told you before now. Can you allow me to finish before I answer any questions?”
My eyes found a loose thread on the pillow next to me giving me a reason to keep my eyes cast away from her. My fingers pulled at the tiny thread and I nodded my head numbly.
“Most races married within their clans, keeping the bloodlines pure. Some fell in love with others outside their tribe and married. The council frowned upon it. Reasons, they said, were due to not knowing what kinds of abilities these mixed-race children would have. The council went so far as to say mixed-race children could become a danger to our way of life. At the time, no one thought about the prophecy speaking of such a child. Those that chose to have children fled Ellethny and came to this world. That is how stories of people like us came about; it’s also how I met Lexington.” He squeezed her hand and kissed her knuckles.
