“That’s not fair.”
He frowned but didn’t say anything. I would have given my left pinky nail to find out what was on his mind. I wanted to help him, to help release whatever pressure he felt. And there my mind went, back to issues I shouldn’t think about, to the feelings I shouldn’t feel. I berated myself and clamped my mouth shut.
A couple of minutes passed in silence as we marched through the forest. I was impressed by the green around us. I had never seen anything like it.
An orange flower appeared in my line of sight. I almost tripped from the surprise, and my heart hammered when I took it from Micah. Hadn’t I just decided that I wouldn’t fall for this? For him?
“I wish you could have seen how it was before,” he said, causing my heart to skip a couple of beats. “The blue sky, the clean oceans, the colorful birds. You would have loved it.”
Oh God, it was impossible. There was no way I could fight this, not now.
Closing my eyes, I smelled the flower and tried to picture the blue sky and the birds.
Morgan cursed under his breath, and I opened my eyes. He tugged on his shirt. “Damn it. This thing is suffocating me, you know?” He took a deep breath and slowed his steps. “I guess I don’t have a choice but to wear this. Or take this shirt off?” He wiggled his eyebrows at me.
I laughed and, from over Morgan’s shoulder, Micah smiled.
My heart tugged. Why did he have this effect on me? Why did I let him have this effect on me?
I shook my head and focused on Morgan’s joke. “No, thanks.”
We kept our march weaving through thick trees and bushes, and Morgan kept complaining, though he had stopped tugging on his shirt. His hand rested over a side pocket on his belt. Every few seconds his fingers would tighten around whatever was there, as if he was making sure it hadn’t gone anywhere.
It was odd, but before I could mull over it the trees opened to a stone path, which lead to a clearing. Everyone stopped and gawked.
Ceris smiled. “Behold, the Antar Pylon.”
The pylon, a stone column over two hundred feet tall with a square base that thinned to a pointy tip, sat in the middle of the large clearing, illuminating everything around us with its eerie white glow. The stone path continued, adorned by bushes of orange and yellow flowers, until it met other paths that came from all directions, forming a square area around the pylon.
“Do you feel anything?” Victor asked. When Ceris shook her head, he turned to the others. “Mitrus? Morgan?”
Ceris laughed, sounding annoyed. “If I don’t feel it, you think they will?”
Victor shrugged. “Just making sure.”
I pushed past them, pointing to the pylon. “Can anyone see that?”
Keisha rolled her eyes. “Duh. I think everyone sees the pylon.”
“No,” I said. “Not the pylon. The silver symbol flashing over the biggest stone in its base.”
Ceris turned big eyes at me. “You can see it?”
“Yes.”
Morgan walked to us and squinted at the base of the pylon. “I can’t see it.”
“I don’t think any of us can see it,” Victor said.
“Only Nadine,” Micah said, sounding rather proud. Proud of what?
“And me,” Ceris said, her tone indicating she was the queen of this parade.
Ignoring her condescending remark, I asked, “What does it mean?”
The silver symbol was almost imperceptible in the pylon’s white glow. Wavy lines formed small drop-like shapes, contained in a circle.
She walked toward it. “It’s Izaera’s symbol.”
“Izaera?”
“The goddess of nature and seasons,” Victor said, staring at the pylon.
Morgan stopped at the edge of the path and turned to us. “How can she see it and we can’t?”
Ceris eyed me, her look appraising. “I don’t know. However, Izaera should be near.”
“Near as in here?” I asked, and Ceris nodded. “But no sign of the scepters?” This time she shook her head.
We approached the center of the clearing. A step from the center square, a strong wind blew us back, and a flash of light blinded us. I reached for my sword but froze when the light faded.
An ancient-looking man wearing brown pants and a tunic while holding a branch-like staff stood before the pylon. His brittle, long white hair and beard looked like they were going to fall out at any moment because he had to be over a hundred years old.
Looking at Ceris, the man bowed. “My Lady,” he said, surprising me with his strong voice. “I wasn’t expecting you.” His canny eyes scanned us, taking us in one by one. “Or your friends.”
Ceris put her hand out, pointing at our swords. Victor and Micah were the first to put them away. I hesitated but followed their lead.
“Zelen.” Ceris took a few steps in his direction. “I’m glad to see you are well.”
“As well as one can be in such times,” Zelen said. “My Lady, a long time ago I would have called my nymphs and prepared a banquet for your visit. But times have changed. As much as I respect and admire you, I need to ask you to leave.”
“I know my presence brings danger to your forest, but I need to talk to you. It’ll take just a minute.”
He didn’t look satisfied, but nodded. “You have one minute.”
“You don’t remember them as they are now, but here are Levi and Mitrus.” She gestured to Victor and Micah.
Zelen’s brown eyes bugged. “It can’t be.”
“It can,” Victor spoke up. “Mitrus and I are trapped in human bodies due to the evil machinations of Imha and Omi. We plan on fighting against them, and we need all the help we can get.”
Zelen looked Victor and Micah up and down. “You can’t fight them in human bodies.”
“We’re working on that,” Micah said.
The forest protector shook his head. “I don’t understand.”
“That doesn’t matter right now,” Ceris said. “I have seen you fight against Imha’s powers and her demons. I know you want her chaos gone, as we do.”
“All the help you can get, huh?” His gaze shifted from Morgan, to Keisha, to me. “A priest and hm, a hero, right? But I don’t know who the third one is.”
Ceris waved me off, as usual. “She isn’t important.”
Really? Ha. I so wanted to walk out on them now. I would love to see her come to me and beg for my help when Victor was in pain.
“But she is,” Zelen said, his eyes still on me. “Her aura is different and powerful.”
It wasn’t the first time I had heard that, and I got the impression it wouldn’t be the last. I just wanted to know what it meant. I made a mental note to ask about it later.
“She was blessed with the Destiny Gift a while back,” Micah explained. “It’s gone now, but she is important.” He glared at Ceris, and she only shrugged.
“Interesting,” Zelen muttered. Behind him, the symbol shone brighter for a few seconds. Zelen followed my gaze before returning his eyes to mine. “You can see it.” I nodded. “Very interesting.”
Ceris stepped in front of me, cutting the forest protector from my line of sight. “Zelen, can we count on you?”
The old man sighed. “My Lady, an open war isn’t my style. I would rather fight my own battles alone with my nymphs.”