Storm Born Chapter Twelve

I fin wholey worked up the courage to instruct my momma and Roland a few days later. Tim had left for the day, besides hed plainly baked this morning. A plate of almond poppy seed muffins sit d proclaim on the kitchen table, and I grabbed two for the road.My ability to think clearly had improved with whatso eer rest, that if my anger and pain hadnt very faded. I mollify matte betrayed and non well(p) by Wil. If whateverthing, I could forgive him more than hot than any single and hardly(a) else. He had not fostered a years-long secret. His actions had been open and desperate. They had not been so baneful as Kiyos, my moms, and Rolands.When I arrived at the field of operations, I didnt some(prenominal)er knocking. The front admission was open, and I pushed inside, slamming it loudly behind me.Genie? I seed my mom key break. Is that you?I walked across the wood floor, my shoes echoing in the foyer. mummy and Roland sat at the kitchen table, alimentation lunch. Bread and cold cuts were laid out, along with assorted condiments. It looked so normal. So peaceful and innocent. My mom half-rose when she saw me. convey God youre back safe. Ive been so whats the matter?I retired these concourse so much, exactly seeing them increased my fury, maybe because I did love them so much. For a moment, I couldnt purpose the words out. I notwithstanding stared at them, looking from portray to face.Eugenie? she asked tentatively.Whos my father? I demanded of her. Was I natural in the Other human race?I saw her go pale, her low look rig in fear. In an instant, Roland was up beside her.Eugenie, listen The look on his face verbalize legions.Jesus. It re eachy is true.I saw him open his mouth to protest, yet then he thought better of it. How did you find out?Honesty, at to the lowest degree. Its all over the Otherworld. Everyone features. Im apparently next in line for world domination.Thats not true, he utter. Forget roughly it. You arent interchangeable them.But I am one of them, right? At least half?By blood only. Everything elsewell, for all intents and purposes, youre human. You dedicate nothing to do with them.Except cleanup and banishing them. How could you commemorate me up for thatif Im? One of them, I cherished to finish. But I couldnt get the words out.Because you have a talent for it. One we need. You know what they can do.Yes. And youve do sure I do, telling me all the wickedness stories growing up. But theres a hell of a spate more than that. Theyre weird, yes, nevertheless not all evil.My m opposite curtly joined the conversation, eyeball wild and frantic. Yes They are You dont know what youre talking close to. When did you have this revelation? A day ago? A week ago? I lived with them for tercet years, Eugenie. Three years. Her vocalize dropped to a whisper. Three years, and I neer at one time encountered a decent one. No one who would help me. No one who would keep me from Tirigan.Who? encounter King, said Roland. Thats his name. Was his name.They say you saved her from him.He nodded. I was there chasing down a kelpie when I heard rumors of a captured human woman. I went to investigate and found her and you. You were a baby. I slipped you both out of there and hid you.But Doriansomeone I metsaid force King came looking for us.He did. And he found you.I frowned. From what Dorian had said, I should have been a young teenager then. I dont remember that.Roland nodded again. Once close enough, he could reach out and call to you. He summoned you to him. By the time I tracked you down, you were out in the desert, very near a crossroads. Youd walked miles to get to him.I dont remember that, I repeated. In some ways, what Roland told me now was crazier than what Id learned at Aesons.His magic spoke to yours. He wanted to take you back with him, and you fought against him. You were struck by lightning in the process.Wait, I know Id remember that.No. I hypnotized you and oppress it. I eraseed him, solely your magic had still been awakened. After seeing what Id seen, I was afraid you couldnt control it that it would control you instead.I dont have any magic. not gentry magic anyway.Not that you know of. Its hidden a better. I do you forget. After that, I started tea chin upg you the craft in the hope of protect you. I didnt know if others would follow him or if someone else could reawaken you or summon you. I needed to give you the tools youd need for defense. He suddenly looked tired. I never realized how well youd take to them.I felt up as tired as he looked, despite all the sleep. I pulled up one of the chairs and sat they continued to stand. So I had met Storm King. I had answered his summons. And I had been struck by lightning? That was interesting, because in a lot of cultures, shamans are called to their art through some traumatic event. Lightning whips are very common ones. domainy of the local Indian shamans already skeptical of th e overplus of New Age bloodless shamans did not consider me authentic since Id had no such profound initiation. loosenesss out I had. Score one for me.You do me forget. You got inside my head, and you fall upon me forget. All this timeboth of you have know and never told me.We wanted to protect you, he said.And what then? Did you think Id never find out? The heat rose in my voice again. I had to hear it from gentry. I would have rather heard it from you.My mother disagreeable her look, and one tear trailed down her cheek. Roland regarded me calmly.In hindsight, yes, that would have been better. But we never thought it would actually practise out.Its out, I said bitterly. Everyone knows it. And now everyone wants a piece of this prophecy and of me.What prophecy?I told them. When I finished, my mother sat down and buried her face in her paws, crying softly. I could hear her murmuring, Itll happen to her. Itll happen to her too.Roland rested a hand on her shoulder. Dont dra w much stock in gentry prophecies. They come out with a new one every day.Doesnt matter, if they believe it. Theyre still passage to come aft(prenominal) me.You should stay with us. Ill help protect you.I stood up, glancing at my mother. No way would I expose her to more gentry. No. This is my problem. Besides, dont take this too badly I felt myself start to choke up moreover I dont very want to see you guys for a while. I gibe you sousedt well, solelyI need toI dont know. I need to think.Eugenie I saw raw pain on his face. My moms sobs grew louder.I stood up, averting my eyes from both of them. Suddenly, I couldnt stay here anymore. Ive got to go.Roland was still calling after me when I practically ran out of the house. But I needed to get outside, or Id say something stupid. I didnt want to hurt them, even though I probably had. But theyd hurt me too, and we all needed to cut across with that.While opening my car opening, I looked up and saw a red fox watching me from the same spot as dwell time.I strode toward him, close nevertheless not too close.Go away I shouted.He stared at me, unmoving.I mean it. Im not discourse to you. Youre as bad as the rest of them.He lay down, resting his chin on crossed paws while he continued to regard me solemnly.I dont care how cute you are, okay? Im through with you.A woman on the job(p) in her yard next door gave me an uneasy look. I sour my back on the fox, got in the car, and drove home. Yet, as I did, I couldnt help but feel relieved Kiyo had survived. I honestly hadnt cognize if he would. Strong and vicious he might be, but Aeson had been cast fire at him. The question was, had Kiyo merely escaped? Or had he managed to kill the king? What had happened to Jasmine?Tim still wasnt back when I got home. I persistent then I didnt want to leave my house that day or make any pretense of productivity. I wanted to hit the sauna, assemble on pajamas, and then watch bad TV while eating Milky Ways. It seemed l ike a fair solid plan, and I set out to make it happen.Twenty minutes later, I sat immersed in hot steam, draped in humidity. Heat was great for loosening muscles, although that only made me realize how much Id hurt them. At least Id made it out alive. That was the real miracle, considering what a disaster last night had dark into.I didnt want to think much about it or about Mom and Roland, but it was unsaid not to. Part of me still believed still hoped that all of this was a mistake. After all, wasnt it precisely everyones say-so? Of course, somehow I doubted my parents would make all that up. But really. Where was the DNA test? The photographic designate? I had nothing tangible. Nothing I could see and believe.Except my own memories. The memories Roland had covered up for me. Hypnotism wasnt uncommon in our line of work. It was and another state of unconsciousness. Shamans who served as religious leaders and healers used homogeneous techniques on their followers and patie nts to heal the body and mind. Roland and I, as freelance shamans, didnt really have much need for it. Our contact with the spirit world a good deal became more fleshly and direct. But I had done some healings and nous retrievals, so I knew the basics.Leaning my head against the wall, I unlikeable my eyes and thought about the tattoo of Selene on my back. She was my earthly connection, the founding of my body and soul and mind in this world. I focused on her image and what she represented and then slowly altered my state of mind. preferably than slipping out to another plane, I crossed inward, back into the furthermost reaches of myself and the parts of me buried in my unconscious.It probably didnt take long, but in that state, it was painstakingly slow. I browsed through pieces of me, both memories and hidden truths alike. All the things that made me Eugenie Markham. I concentrated on lightning, hoping it would snag my attention. Surely a lightning strike couldnt be buried f orever. in that respect. A faint tug. I dove in after it, trying to grasp it and the memory it linked to. It was difficult. The image was slippery, like trying to hold on to a fish. Each time I thought I had it, it wriggled away. Roland had done a good job. Steeling myself, I fought against the layers, clawing and fleck until I woke up in bed.But it wasnt the bed in my house. It was a different bed, a smaller bed covered in a pink comforter. The bed of my childhood. I lay in it, staring up at a ceiling covered in plastic stars just like the one I had as an adult. It was the middle of the night, and I couldnt sleep. Id been an sleepless then, just as now. This time, however, it was different. Something other than my churning mind was keeping me awake. Somewhere, outside, I could hear a voice calling me. No, not a voice exactly, but it was a pull. A pull I couldnt shut out. mount out of bed, I slipped my feet into dirty sneakers and put a light poll on over my pajamas. In the hallw ay, the door to Mom and Rolands room was closed. I moved prehistorical as quietly as possible, down the travel and then out the door.Outside, the air was still w arm. It was high summer. Earlier temperatures had been in the 100s even now, they had dropped only to the 80s. I walked down the quiet street of our neighborhood, past all the familiar cars and houses. With each step, the call grew louder. I followed, my feet moving on their own. The call led me away from our street, our subdi passel, and even the small suburb we lived in. I traveled bump off of main roads, moving onto trails Id never known existed.Then, after near two hours, I stopped. I didnt know where I was. The desert, obviously, because that and the mountains were all that surrounded Tucson. The foothills were larger than at home, so I must have gone north. Otherwise, there were no distinguishing features. Prickly pears and saguaros spread out around me in quiet watchfulness.Suddenly, I felt the air around me ch arge. There was a presence with me. A person. I turned and saw a man standing and watching me, far taller than my twelve-year-old self. His features were indistinct I could not make them out no matter how hard I move. He was only a dark shape, crackling with power.EugenieI took three steps back, but he held his hand out to me.EugenieI shook off the thrall that had brought me out here. Desperately, I realized I had to get away as quickly as I could. But I no longer knew the way back. The trails Id followed were a blur. So, I backed up farther, but he kept access, beckoning to me. My feet stumbled, and I fell. Still facing him, I tried to get up, but he stood over me now. In his indistinct features, I could make out a crown on his head, glittering fluid gray and purple.Come, he said, extending his arm to help me up. Its time to go.I was confine. Helpless and trapped and out of options. I had never felt so desperate in my young life. It terrified me. I decided then and there that if I survived this, I would make sure I could never be missed again. His hand touched my shoulder, and I screamed. As I did, some part of me reached out beyond my body and grasped the power lying around us I blinked.Steam swirled around me in the sauna, and I felt lightheaded. Id been in there too long it was a wonder I hadnt passed out. stand up, I had to grip the wall for support and close my eyes. My heart raced from the vision, the vision that finally convinced me all of this was true. I knew knew with absolute certainty that the dark man had been Storm King, my father. I could feel it within me. In my soul.Overcome, I sat back down, needing a few more moments to consider all this and get my bearings.Yet, the longer I sat there, the more I began to despair. Storm King really was my father. And as for the rest of my lifewell, things were bad. And they were only going to get worse. Every horny gentry wanted to knock me up the rest probably still wanted to kill me. Id never ha ve a moment of peace again.Minutes passed as I ruminated on all this, falling cloudyer and deeper into depression as well as exhaustion. I felt fatigued, too apathetic to care about any of it now. What was the tip? I had snubbed my parents today. Id let Jasmine Delaney down. I had nothing to look forward to ever again except a life of fighting and running. And really, why should I even bother fighting anymore? Nothing mattered. It was hopeless. I should just cross over to the Otherworld and give myself up. At least itd stop the throe of I opened my eyes and sat bolt upright. What was wrong with me? Things were grim, but thisthis wasnt natural.I blinked rapidly, trying to gain focus as I took deep breaths. There it was. I could feel it. A thick, unseen darkness negligee itself around me. It touched me, crawling along my skin. It was trying to drag me down, to withdraw away all of my pushing. All of my hope.Standing up, no longer dizzy, I pulled my gown off its hook and put it o n. Slowly, I opened the door of the sauna and stuck my head out. I saw nothing too disconcerting, but that bleak feeling continued to swirl around me. The light almost seemed dimmer, darker than it should be for late afternoon. I squinted, trying to break the illusion, for thats what it was.Stepping completely out of the sauna, I tried to assess the source. The sauna was in the center of my house. Turn left to go to the kitchen and living room, right toward the bathroom and bedrooms. My weapons were in my bedroom that was where I wanted to be. But if the thing was in the front of the house, I didnt want to turn my back on it. At last, I compromised by putting my back up to the halls wall and sliding down it toward my bedroom. The space wasnt far, but when you had to inch your way there, it felt like miles. Creeping, I passed Tims closed bedroom door, grateful he wasnt here. He knew about my shamanic adventures, but that didnt mean I wanted him exposed to them.Next came the bathroom . Yeah, the only bathroom. The thing about cute little houses was the little part. I loved everything else about this place, but next time, Id make sure my house had at least as many bathrooms as occupants. Tim and I had gotten into some nasty rumbles when A hand reached out for me from within the dark bathroom, but I saw it coming out of my periphery. I ducked and slid across the hall as he lumbered out. A Gray Man. That had been one of my top three culprits for the negativity zone my house had become. Gray Men cast an aura of despair around them, nutrition off physical energy and positive feelings.This one was, well, gray, of course. Other than that, he looked more or less human-shaped, with dark eyes and scraggly white hair. He was even dressed, which I took as a plus since other monsters and sometimes elemental gentry often came over in loincloths or nothing at all, depending on their strength. Considering what everyone wanted to do to me, I was pretty happy about keeping genit alia covered up.I tried to scramble toward my bedroom, but his long arm reached out and grabbed me by the hair. I yelled out as he dragged me toward him, pressing me to his body. At least he didnt say anything suggestive Gray Men were apparently strong, noneffervescent types. But the way he grappled with my robe left little to the vagary about what he wanted to do. Struggling in his strong grasp, I tried to break free but mostly managed to loosen my robe more. Swearing, I decided if I couldnt get away, then Id at least delay his amorous actions. My knee jutted up in one hard motion, smash him in the groin.His hold on me loosened, and he groaned as one hand instinctively reached down between his legs. I broke away from him, still trying to make for my bedroom. Deciding he could ignore the pain, he lunged toward me, just stopping me from getting to my bedroom doorway. Gripping me by both shoulders, he shoved me up against the wall so that I faced it. use that hard surface as a con straint, he held me with one arm against it while his other finished pulling off the robe.I felt his tongue lick my neck, but the truly disgusting nature of that couldnt really permeate me. I was in survival mode now. I struggled against him, hoping to make it difficult for him to get his own pants off. Being pinned liked this gave me less options for escape. Moving my hands against the wall, I groped around for something anything I could use as a weapon.Then my fingers brushed over a small ornamental mirror that had been my grandmothers. It wasnt very big, but its frame was shaped like a sun with sharp, pointed metal rays. Not only that, they were silver rays. Grabbing it from the wall, I held it in my left hand, not my dominant hand, but the hand I wore my chromatic ring on. The amethyst could cut through magic and glamour and besides focus my own intentions. It wasnt as good as a wand, but it had to do. Concentrating on the stone, I let my will pour into it. The stone ampl ified my energy and then sent it into the silver frame. In as fluid a motion as I could manage in my confined state, I swung the mirror back, driving it into any flesh I could find.The Gray Man screamed, and I smelled something burning. He released me, and I turned around, not wasting any time, though I uneasily realized Id dumped more energy into that silver than I should have been capable of. The mirror had stuck in his side and was smoking. It wouldnt kill him, but having it lodged in there was pretty serious. He reached out toward it with hesitant fingers, knowing he had to touch it to pull it out. I sprinted to my bedroom.He was only seconds behind me, but it was all I needed to arm myself in my bedroom. He came running in after me, but this time I was on the offensive. I used the silver athame to draw the death symbolisation on his chest, eliciting a tortured scream from him. Iron was the bane of gentry, but for whatever other reasons, silver hurt anything else Otherworldly. I didnt know why, but I didnt question it either. Especially when it had just proven so handy. go against or no, he pushed me backward. I landed on my bed, head hitting with a crack against the wall. It slowed me, but I had already started connecting beyond this world. I reached out, touched the world of death, and sent that connection through the wand. It leapt out at the Gray Man, sucking him in. He fought it, thrashing as though physical action might fight the pull. It couldnt. A moment later, he vanished. nigh immediately, the spell of despair in my house disappeared. It was like emerging from underwater. I could breathe again. I let my body slump and relax. I wanted to lean my head against the wall but knew that wouldnt feel too good after the hard blow Id just sustained.A loud choke cracked out from the front of my house, like the door being kicked open. I jerked up, adrenaline going a second round as I heard footsteps pounding down the hall. I was reaching for the gun when a familiar voice yelled, Eugenie?Relaxing only slightly I watched as Kiyo burst into my room.