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Aira looked helpless and hurtfully angry. She turned and began to run to her truck. She dropped her keys, stopped quickly and grabbed them. She couldn’t get into her truck fast enough, and could barely get her keys into the ignition. She dropped them a few times, then finally got them in, turned on her truck and reversed with speed out of his
driveway.

The pain in Aira’s heart was so great that in that moment, her face flashed into Israel’s vision, a vision of when they had laid in the hammock together and he was playing with her
hand.

He looked at Mary, and it was almost like he was trying to remember, but he couldn’t
understand.

Mary looked at him, sensing something. She got off of Israel, grabbed her shirt and put it on as she walked over to his hammock and sat
down.

Israel slowly got up off the ground and walked over to
her.

“Do you love me?” she asked
tentatively.

“Yes,” Israel
replied.

“Israel… if you love me, just give him what he wants. It’s time. If you don’t… he’ll destroy what you love.” She made herself seem very pained. Then getting out of the hammock, she stood in front of him, her head down. She looked back up innocently at him. “If you do… we can be together, always. Fight for me.” When she said those words, for a split second she turned herself into looking like Aira. That’s how smart the Darkness
was.

Israel couldn’t concentrate enough to know what was going on. There was so much static running through his head. He just stood there looking at her. It was like he was trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. Mary looked more intensely at him trying to figure out what was
happening.

“Israel…Where is her
heart?”

“I can’t see, the static is
unbearable.”

“Look closer… It isn’t there.” The static remained constant, barreling through Israel’s head. Mary’s eyes stayed fixated on
him.

“She has
mine.”

“No.”

“She can hear
you.”

“They can’t read your mind. Find your strength, remember what you’re
doing.”

Israel closed his eyes and the vines around his heart instantly gripped tighter. Israel fell to his knees and confusion flooded him. In slow motion he lifted his head and looked up at her, clearly seeing the resentment. Light shimmered across the blackness of his eyes for only a second and she caught
it.

“I have to go… for
her.”

“Grandson, I’m here. I’m going with
you.”

She knew he had now made the decision to go, but she was upset with her lack of ability to see anything. Something was impairing her vision into him. She could only seem to see
pieces.

“I have to go,” Mary said, and she began to walk away. She walked faster until she was
running.

Reaching his driveway, she had turned back into
Cleo.

She ran out to the road, jumped turning into the raven, and flew into the
trees.

Aira drove the whole way home with tears in her eyes, wiping them away as she pulled to the side of their
driveway.

Barry was sitting on the porch with the light on. Aira put her truck in park, turned it off, took a breath and slowly pulled herself out and shut the door. Looking helpless and heartbroken, her eyes red from crying, she walked over to Barry and he patted the steps for her to sit down. She sat beside
him.

“I know I’m not your father, but I love you, Aira, I love you like you were my own
daughter.

“I know,” Aira
said.

“Okay, so now I’m going to talk to you like a father
would.”

“Okay,” Aira answered, dreading a big
speech.

“I will spend the rest of my life preventing another boy from breaking your heart for as long as I live,” Barry said
seriously.

Aira waited for more, but he didn’t say anything else. She looked at him, then smiled a bit and let out a quiet painful
laugh.

“Thanks.”

Barry put his arm around her, gave her a squeeze and they sat in silence for a
while.

Cleo was on the floor in her room in the mountain, throwing things out of her closet looking for
something.

The dark man walked into her doorway and she could feel him. Cleo felt nervous and closed her eyes for a second. She slowly got up off the ground and turned around in fear because there was no telling what was going to
happen.

The Dragon stood there for a second, then turned around and walked
away.

Cleo put her head down and closed her eyes. In that moment, her face began to wrap in black vines, and vision after vision of Israel came into her. He was standing at an alter as if he was going to be married. Then another vision of him holding a child. She searched all of her visions trying to see who he had married, but she could not see. Her anger grew stronger and stronger, and she started to scream. She began to grab things around her and throw
them.

The Dragon walked through the dark and lit up tunnels and pathways through the mountain. He could hear Cleo but just kept
walking.

Cleo walked over to her closet and pulled out what looked like a large, ancient, silver drinking vessel. It was carved as a griffin (a mythical creature with the head and the wings of an eagle and the body of a lion) and there were three cups connected to each side of
it.

She dusted it off and walked to the middle of her room, then looked up. Her eyes were pure silver. She looked back down at the cup for a second, then she threw it at her mirror, smashing it into
pieces.

Cleo stormed out of her room, and out of the mountain, jumped, and turned into the raven. She flew up to the top of the mountain, landed on the branch of a tree, and began to caw as if calling
something.

Israel sat on the floor in his room packing his things into a large backpack. He had grabbed a throw blanket, his book and a sweater, and was stuffing them into the bag. He used his hand to push himself up off the floor and walked out into the
kitchen.

His mother and father were sitting at the table, and as they looked at Israel, his grandfather walked into the kitchen from behind him. His grandfather gave Nehemiah a quick nod. Nehemiah was upset, but he composed
it.

His sisters walked into the kitchen and Israel turned and walked past them with his grandfather. The room was dead
silent.

Aira was in her room curled up in her bed, hugging a pillow, staring off into space. She jolted quickly as if something had poked her in the back. She sat up and moved her hand to feel what it was. Grabbing onto something, she slowly pulled it out. It was a branch. She thought it must have been one of David’s branches he used when he made his slingshot. Not thinking anything of it, she threw it onto the ground and laid back down. Her attention wandered aimlessly back down at the branch, then she looked a bit closer. Slowly she dragged herself off the bed and onto the floor picking up the branch. Her eyes became curious as she pulled a leaf away from the
branch.

With her head tilted, she stared, perplexed, at a single
olive.

To be
continued…

About the Author

Tanna is the author of a published poem The Grizzly Bear. Living with her family in a small town in British Columbia, she is working on the sequel to the four part series Wild Sky.
www.tannamarieangers.com

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Copyright © 2015 by Tanna Marie Angers
First Edition — 2015

Cover photo taken in Hope B.C by photographer James Mehl
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ISBN
978-1-4602-6652-6 (Hardcover)
978-1-4602-6653-3 (Paperback)
978-1-4602-6654-0 (eBook)

1. Fiction, Fantasy

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