chapter Three
My eyes didn’t betray me. The most perfect, peaceful sky blanketed the hill that lay under it, and a bluish green ocean rolled in fierce waves. A soft breeze blew, bringing the scents of salt water and sweet flowers, and carrying with it the sound of the water breaking on the rocky shore. It was a perfect, magical, Kodak moment, as the older people used to say, and I didn’t have my camera with me.
Wait. I patted my jeans.
I had nothing with me. A vision? It felt different. Too clear, too bright, too eerie. And where was Victor?
My last vision had been almost two weeks ago, and I already missed him. I couldn’t wait to meet him, to talk to him, to feel his touch and warmth, and to tell him I passed organic chemistry. The spring semester was finally over and now was the time to celebrate. With Victor.
Looking for my Prince Charming, I pivoted, only to see a palace—but not one of stone like those seen in history books. Instead, a palace made of crystal loomed before me. Shimmering. Shiny. Radiant. A step away from my feet, a crystal path wound up the mountain, leading to the palace’s entrance.
Perhaps Victor was inside? But why would he be inside a palace? Hmm, perhaps he had already organized a celebration for me for passing the semester.
As I followed the path, I gawked at the palace. Its peculiarity was due in part to the many different structures that composed it: Greek columns, Roman domes, Nordic round towers, Egyptian pylons, English strong walls, Chinese colors, and Islamic ogee arches—all made of shiny crystal.
I reached the front steps and tilted my head, looking to the upmost point. Suddenly, I felt small, like an ant on a human’s threshold.
Then I heard voices.
“Hello? Victor?” Was this a ghost-type vision, or one I could interact with? I hoped not a ghost vision. I missed Victor.
Twirling a strand of hair around my finger, I went in, following the voices through a high, long corridor to another grand archway. There I froze.
Five men and five women stood around a circular reflecting pool, right in front of imposing crystal thrones. The sound of their soft steps was overridden by their firm voices. They appeared to be in their forties, clad in modern suits or gowns, each holding intricate, sparkling crystal staves.
The air around them smelled of flowers. Gardenias. The plants took in several tall, round crystal pots next to the thrones.
The elegant men and women argued and didn’t seem to be aware of my presence. I let out a slow breath and tension eased from my joints.
A ghost-type vision. And one without Victor, apparently. How odd. But what did this mean? I tiptoed closer, confident they couldn’t see me. While I was here, I could at least figure out what was going on in the crystal palace.
“The humans are losing their faith,” one of the males said, his voice melodious and stout. His face was rough, but incredibly beautiful. His dark eyes looked like deep black flames. The orb topping his stave shone with a daunting black light. “They don’t believe in us anymore.”
“Mitrus is right,” an elegant female spoke. She had black hair that flowed to her knees and skin so pale it was nearly translucent. The color inside the sphere over her stave was purple. “The humans think those Greek or Roman gods are the real ones, when the truth is the opposite.”
“Not only Greek and Roman gods, Imha,” a man with a goatee and scruffy brown hair added. His white suit was crumpled and his jacket opened. He paraded with a rolling gait, like he rode a horse. A bright red orb topped his stave. “The humans even invented that almighty one god they speak of. The one with a capital G. Soon, we’ll be forgotten.”
Who were these people? And where the hell was Victor?
Another man came into view. He was tall, with tanned skin; broad shoulders; long, golden hair; and light green eyes, like two precious demantoid garnets. He had a fine stubble beard that emphasized his chiseled jaw and squared chin. As the others, he looked about forty, but a hot forty, like a famous movie star.
One of his hands was buried inside his pant pocket while the other gripped his white-orb scepter. His gaze focused on the reflecting pool. “I know, Omi,” he said. His voice was strong, sure, and smooth. “I wish we could do more, but we cannot interfere with their lives.”
“Nevertheless, we can prove our existence,” Mitrus said. “Think about it, Levi. We need to do something.”
“We won’t cease to exist, Mitrus.” A graceful woman stood beside Levi, her wavy hair white blond and her eyes clear blue. She held a stave crowned by an orb that emanated baby pink light. “We just need to craft a plan, without exposing ourselves.”
“I agree with Ceris,” Levi said, taking the woman’s hand. “We should start talking about plans to increase our popularity among humans, get them to believe in us again until they realize the gods they believed in do not exist, and that those gods were myths based on our true existence.”
Ceris smiled at Levi. “Well said.”
“Are you blind? We have to punish those puny humans!” Mitrus raised his voice. “They deserve to feel the pain and the hurt they inflict on us for forgetting us! We’re weakening without their belief. We’ll become powerless immortals.”
“A little chaos.” Imha let out a hollow chuckle that sounded heinous, while playing with her hair. “I like that.”
“Yes, chaos,” he continued. “And death and destruction until the entire world comes to us, on their knees, begging for our mercy.”
Wait, what? They were talking about destroying my world? Could my world get any worse? I hoped whatever they were and whatever they were saying was a figment of my imagination, or just another hallucination.
“Listen to yourself!” Levi let go of Ceris’s hand and faced Mitrus, no fear on his features. “If we scare them, they won’t trust us. We have to help them, bring them joy, show them that every hard time will be compensated.”
“I don’t want their trust,” Mitrus exclaimed, fisting his hands. My stomach clenched. Was it just me, or had the crystal walls shook? “I want their reverence, their obedience.”
“You won’t get those without their trust and respect,” Levi said, his voice low, but embedded with steel.
“Only you care about their respect,” Mitrus shouted.
“Of course I care about their respect.” The muscles on Levi’s neck corded and bunched. “You should too. Every good thing in life comes with respect. Civilization can be organized and just only if people respect each other.”
“I don’t know how you can be in charge,” Mitrus spat between gritted teeth. “You’re weak and pitiful, like the humans.”
“I think it’s time for a change in our leadership,” Imha suggested with a wicked smile. The cruelty of it, added to the ardent shine in her eyes, sent goose bumps over my arms. I embraced myself as if I could protect me from her.
“You know it’s not that simple,” Levi said, letting his shoulders droop. “Being the leader is not my preferred pastime, but it is one I take seriously. I’m the balance between us. If we change that balance, the whole world will change.”
“Not a bad idea,” Mitrus murmured. With a sudden but subtle movement, he cast a shadowy bolt of energy at Levi. The bolt hit the god in the chest, and from the impact, Levi fell on the crystal steps.
I gasped. Ceris cried out, but Imha laughed.
Before I could blink, Levi was on his feet again, holding a white bolt in his palms. “We are immortals, Mitrus. We cannot die. Why waste time with foolish fights? It’ll only slow the important decisions.”
“Perhaps we can die,” Mitrus said in a controlled tone. Imha and Omi came to stand beside him. “Perhaps we need the right weapon.”
Together, one after another, the three of them hurled heavy black bolts toward Levi. I shouted for them to stop, disregarding the fact they couldn’t see or hear me.
My pulse quickened. Damn it, I was in the middle of a fight, and there was nothing I could do about it. There was no way I could interrupt it. Why the hell had I entered this palace in the first place?
Ceris tried to protect Levi, but was flung back several feet. Levi had been disarmed. Each new assault hindered his attempts to stand.
She ran to him, waving her stave, casting what seemed to be a magic wall around Levi, giving him enough time to sit up and take a deep, shuddering breath.
“Come on, love. Respond.” Ceris rested her hand on his shoulder.
He stood. “Stop it, Mitrus. We’re just wasting our stamina. You know these bolts don’t hurt.”
“But they annoy and weaken.” Mitrus took out a black spike from his pocket. The spike had sharp ends, like a stake, and was no more than ten inches long, with carvings that shone white.
Levi gaped at Mitrus. “You didn’t.”
“I did.” Mitrus held the spike between his hands and squeezed. As if he summoned power, his palms turned bright red. The ruby glow transferred to the spike, its carvings now shining. Mitrus threw it at Levi.
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?