We barely talked in the car. The stereo was broken, and that made the
silence even more unbearable. The sky
outside was still bright, we would have almost twenty hours of sunlight today.
I put my right hand up to my neck and tugged at the turtleneck sweater I had
put on. The bruises had started to appear, and I thought it would be better if
I didn’t have to answer any questions tonight. I put my hand in front of the
heater to warm them up. The car was cold, and the steering wheel against my
hands were absolute freezing. The bonfire was at the far edge of town (not that
Clearwater was very big at all) where the woods cleared out a few hundred
yards. It was surrounded by nothing but the trees with a small bubbly brook
running inside it. Hopefully we would have a roaring bonfire to keep us warm.
It wasn’t that it got icy cold in the summers (compared to the winters that is)
but we never got tank top and shorts weather here. My body always ran warm for some
reason. My average temperature ran at 100 degrees instead of the usual 98.6. It
always puzzled the doctors because I was always so healthy. It was a running
joke that my temperature matching my temper- high. Doctors always said
something among the lines of my body adapting to the cold winters and didn’t
speak of it again. I knew the real truth, everything in my body was enhanced,
why not my temperature. As we neared the woods, I noticed Pheona was mumbling
something beside me, she repeated it over and over. I looked over at her,
something felt strange, above the normal strange that oozed off of her. She had
her hands around her waist, looking out the window at the trees passing by.
“Are you
okay?” I asked. I was genuinely concerned. Since Pheona had told me the truth
about herself, I had felt a new connection with my older sister. We had
something in common, and I had never been able to share this part of myself
with anyone.
She squeezed
her eyes shut, and continued to mumble incoherently.
“Pheona,” I
said, this time a bit sharper. I didn’t want her to embarrass me at this party.
My friends would, no doubt, be intrigued by her. They had all heard of her, but
no one had met her. I needed to keep her normal, as normal as she would ever
be.
She stopped mumbling
and opened up her eyes. They were red and wet, filled with fear.
“What is
wrong with you?” I asked. I felt bad, but at the same time so annoyed. I tried
to hide my attitude and forced a smile to my lips.
“I’m just
wondering. Why are they here during the day? It doesn’t make any sense at all.
They normally hate the sun. There were barely any shadows…”
I had
wondered this once or twice today also, but I also knew Garrick would protect
me. I knew I had nothing to be scared of, they knew better than to hurt me.
Sometimes they scared the living crap outta me, but I always got through it. It
had been this way my entire life, but every summer Garrick came and rescued me.
That was what had gotten me through my long winter nights. He had been here for
me since the summer I turned six, and he continued coming each and every year,
promising one day to take me back to where ever it was he came from. He kept
all the darkling’s away; he was the only one who understood me. If he was
actually a real person. Sometimes I worried that he wasn’t real, since no one
else could see him. Now with my sister’s confession that she saw them to, it
only made my haunting thoughts that much louder.
“Garrick
protects me,” I blurted out, trying to give us both some hope. “He will protect
you to, I know it.”
Pheona
laughed again, very loudly I might add.
“Why is that funny?”
I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion. I was confessing my secrets to her, and
all she could do was laugh?
“I don’t need
protection from anyone but myself.”
“Why not, if
you don’t have to be scared anymore?” I pressed on.
“They
obviously don’t leave you alone, they still haunt you, make your life a living
hell.” She shook her head while speaking, and clutched something in her coat
pocket.
“What you got
there?” I raised an eyebrow and tried to get a better look. Obviously a bit too
distracted, I swerved off the road a bit. I promptly corrected the old Toyota
pickup, and looked back at my sister.
“Oops. Sorry,”
I mumbled. It wasn’t a big deal. It was my father’s car, his off road baby. Not
that he would of noticed any new dents. The thing was lifted with huge snow
tires, and beat up to a pulp.
We sat there
in total silence. As awkward as it was, I couldn’t get my mind off of Garrick.
I tried to play off the darkling’s daytime visit as if it were nothing, but
deep inside I was worried. Something major must have happened to give them the
power to come out of the night. This was something I couldn’t understand, until
I talked to Garrick that was. He always had the answers, and they were always
wise and comforting. Just thinking about him put me at ease. A few minutes later I pulled the SUV off of the
two lane highway and onto a small dirt road through the trees. I had been here
many times before. In fact the bonfire spot was a frequent party place for
teenagers in the summer. In the winter, it was just way too cold to be outdoors
for long periods. I never left the house much in the winter anyways. Besides
school that is. After about half a mile the trees around us started to clear. I
noticed cars parked all around. Some smaller ones were parked deeper inside the
woods while others had just simply pulled off to the side.
“We’re here,”
I announced. Pheona took her seatbelt off and I pulled the keys out of the
ignition. I was not looking forward to this. Clearwater was a small town, and
everyone knew everyone else’s business. I bet my sister’s special appearance at
the annual bonfire would keep the gossip mill running for weeks. No doubt, mom
and dad would find out soon enough about this trip.
“It’s been so
long since I’ve been here,” Pheona told me.
I rolled my
eyes. “You’ve been here?” I asked.
“Sure, I was
a teenager once to you know.”
“Yeah, but I
didn’t exactly peg you for the social type.” We both got out of the car,
slamming the heavy truck doors loudly behind us. Pheona started to walk towards
the music, like a fly drawn towards the light. I decided to follow close behind
her.
“I was once,
you were too young to remember or maybe care,” her voice drifted off as she
moved through the woods and towards the clearing up ahead. I tried to keep up
with her but this girl was fast! Although the sun was up, the woods were still
eerie and dark. It was a quiet walk to the bonfire, the trees stood high all
around us shutting out the daylight at the forest floor. The sounds of crickets
and other forest creatures sung out so soft I could barely hear it. I could sense small shadows all around me that
made me feel watched. The hairs on the back of my neck stood at end. I paused
for a second to take a look at my surroundings. Nothing but brown and shadows. None
of the shadows moved, and that was all that mattered. I tried to ignore the
feeling that kept tugging at the back of my mind. It told me to be careful, and
I tried to focus on the sound of the laughter and music that was only hundreds
of yards ahead of me.
“Pheona! Wait
for me!” I started to follow her again, and tried to run through the trees. I awkwardly
stepped over roots and rocks. I cursed myself for wearing high heels. I should
have known better, but the thought of seeing Garrick had made me want to dress
up. Not that I had any romantic feelings for him. I cared for him, a lot. But
that’s where my logic kicked in. He was beautiful with his silver white hair
and light pale skin. His looks varied much from the darklings. Instead of
radiating death and a horrible stench, he always smelled like a warm rainy day
had washed over him. He was much taller than the darklings and towered over me
by about half a foot. And his voice. Oh that voice just radiated with authority
and dominance. Deep in my thoughts, I hadn’t even been paying attention to
where I was going. I looked straight ahead to look for my sister and stopped to
listen, but there was no music or yelling anymore. Confused, I spun around,
looking for some sign of the party, or at least Pheona.
“Pheona?” I
whispered. I searched for some sunlight, anything to make me feel better. There
was no sound, not even bugs chirped. The unnatural silence was starting to
scare me. Something wasn’t right.
“Gaby.”
The voice
made my heart stop, but in relief. I spun towards the voice.
“Oh Garrick!”
I cried, running towards him. “I was so scared; please tell me it’s going to be
okay.” He looked the same as he always did and dressed in his usual black
trench coat and oversized black boots. He was a few inches taller than me now, with a
square jaw and pale skin.
Garrick
placed his arms around me and shushed me. This was where I needed to be, safe
and sound in his arms. He calmed me by rubbing the side of my face. His hands
were so warm, it filled me instantly.
“It’s okay
little one. There’s no one but me and you now.” With his touch, I instantly
felt calm as always. I stopped my shaking.
“What’s going
on?” I asked, drawing back to look at his face. He was the one thing in my life
that I could count on, and since I could never really count on him, that was
actually a sad thing. His life was a secret, and his world was an even bigger
secret. He had never introduced me to anyone like him, if there were in fact
others. He didn’t explain where he went or what he did while he was away, but I
had complete trust that it was for my own good.
“My Gaby.” He
smiled, stepping back and taking me all
in. “You have grown so much since I saw you last. You grew your hair out.” He
grabbed some of my blond locks between his fingers. “And it suits you.” I
smiled inside brightly. I left his hand fall from my hair on to the tops of my
shoulders. He held me strongly.
“Thanks.” I
loved hearing a complement from him. His face grew serious, making him look
much older than his usual twenty something face.
“Gaby, there
is something wrong… in my world.”
I looked up
at him just a bit worried, he never spoke about his world, ever. What was so
different now? He had me worried.
“You can tell
me. I hope everything is okay,” I urged on.
He hesitated
briefly. He took a deep breathe then continued,
“ For every
world there must be an opposite, there must be something out there to balance
it. For my world, Axenia, there are the darklings. A long time ago their world
started to die that’s when they started to merge into your world. When their
world disappeared, many of them wanted to take over Axenia.”
I pulled back
from him, I was a little confused as to why he was telling me this now, and I
could tell he was struggling. There was sadness in his eyes,
“Are you
okay?” I asked him. I put my hand on his forehead and wiped some of his long
hair back. He smiled small at first and lovingly brushed my hand away. He put
his arms around me tightly.
“Don’t worry
about me. I’m just having a hard time keeping time still.”
I nodded. I
had no idea that he could stop time, he had never done it before. I looked
around at the trees and dirt covered floors. The silence and stillness of it
all was wonderful. I felt myself relax a little more. I wondered how this
silence could have frightened me so much earlier.
“Oh Gaby, I
want so much to protect you.” he cried. “We don’t speak of the war, but in the
end the darklings were banished. Some of them are alive among your world and a
few migrated to other worlds. Lately, the evil in your world has strengthened
them. They feed on the fears of you world. Yesterday, many of my guards joined them;
they betrayed Axenia and took the forms of our enemy. They will look as evil
and as rotten as any other darkling. Except… “
“They can come out in the daytime, out of the
shadows,” I cut him off, knowing exactly what he would say.
I nodded and stared off into the picture still
background. Everything around us was starting to blur around the edges.
“You’ve seen
them.” he stated. I nodded firmly.
“They still won’t
hurt you. I won’t let them. They may haunt and bother you but they are still
scared of me. And when they lose every bit of goodness inside of them, they won’t
be able to come out in the day anymore like the rest of them. It has already
begun; they have retreated to the shadows.”
“And what
happens,” I demanded. “When they aren’t scared anymore.”
An unfamiliar feeling inside of me started to
creep up. It was a feeling I never experienced around Garrick. It was a feeling
of distrust.
Surely they
couldn’t be scared of his wrath forever. Why did the darklings stay away from
me? Why were they so scared of him? It was a truth I had accepted long ago but now
the unanswered questions kept nagging me. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I
didn’t think he had as much control as he thought he did.
“I have
something for you.”
He said,
putting my chin in his hand. He put his hand inside the pocket of his heavy
trench coat.
When he
pulled his hand out, around it was a long golden chain. Hanging from it, a
large rock. It was about the size of a baby’s fist and looked similar to a
crystal.
“Oh, it’s
beautiful!” I whispered. A smile lit up on my face.
“It’s charged
with the power of the sun It will give you more protection, they won’t want to
come to close to you in that.” He put the long chain around my neck and put his
hands on my shoulders.
“I can’t stay
this time; my world needs me right now. But I will check in with you whenever I
can.” He started to turn around but then I remembered I hadn’t asked him about
Pheona.
“Wait,” I
grabbed the end of his coat and tried to pull him back.
“My sister. Did
you know she has the sight also?”
Garrick
turned back around towards me. He was silent for what felt like minutes, but I’m
sure it was only a few seconds.
“Yes I know,
but I’m not interested in her.”
“What do you
mean you’re not interested?” I cried. “She’s my family. Can’t you give
her some sort of protection too?” I felt a bit guilty inside. I didn’t care to
much about her before, but now that I knew she could see them like me, I felt a
bit more protective.
Garrick’s shook
his head sadly. “And you can’t tell her about me.”
“Oh...” I bit
my lip, afraid to look him in the eye. I didn’t want to tell him that I had
already told her.
“Why not?” I
asked innocently.
“I’m telling
you more than I planned, just remember. I would do anything to protect you.”
“Please don’t
leave me,” I begged. I was desperate. I didn’t want to be alone anymore. He was
the only one I could talk to, trust. He gave me a pained look and put his hand
on the side of my face and gave one of his melting smiles that made me
temporarily forget what I asked. The warmth of his hand spread across to my
other cheek. His touch made me feel as if I had been sitting out in the hot sun
for hours. Just as a bead of sweat started to trickle down my temple, he
disappeared and the world went back to normal.
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