chronicles of Night Trials of fire and water

chronicle 24:False sense of security

tuesday week off from vatican city year 1950 on their way back to rome...or are they?

                                                                                                       Once again we are on our way back to Rome, the drop-off was quick, I felt like I was cutting off my lifeline, this visit was a dip into the past, and it was refreshing and I couldn't help but feel that this wasn't gonna be the only time here. With hugs and kisses that left marks and everlasting burns, Kali and Sarah left us to head on our way, and like before the storm in my heart once again appeared, this time with a vengeance. I'm now walking with Juda at his pace, the house couldn't get there without being left. It's a failsafe my parents made when they moved here. They wanted someplace not easy to get to, just in case the government or the Vatican made a move.

Now we are heading back to the center of the city, and I feel slightly claustrophobic, how did I not grow claustrophobia for being here? I sigh, and with every step, I think about it and I'm just silent, angry, not angry, violent, more like angry disappointed I'm pretty much regretting everything that's happened because my images pass as I walk through the city. I shouldn't be leaving them, that's my home, not the church, I blink away tears, but I know that I will be back.

"So you've grown a level, congrats Ciaran, now it's time to get back to capitalize on the skills you've grown with, the more you practice, the stronger you get, the more you can come out, and eventually I plan on letting you go out alone.

I look up, clearly unhappy but listening. "Why not just let me stay?" I ask, maybe I'm looking for a fight, I knew this was gonna get Judas into a tussle, and I wanted a fight, I was in a bad mood, and yet the answer didn't get me very far, it just did me think. "I can't let you go, not unless I can be sure that you don't need me, and you said yourself that you weren't in fighting condition in the fight with Biagio, and while I disagreed on what you capable of, your true that your power is nowhere near ready to be on your own, for now anyway, but I do plan on letting your visits grow the stronger you get, do you remember what I told you before?"

I looked at him then at the road, knowing what he meant, and I knew he was correct, but that didn't mean I had to like it.

"You are not the villain in my story, and harming me or my sisters is not your intention"

He nods, and we turn a corner into the Fondamenta S. Girolamo, the events of the past only a few days spin through my reel-like mindset, and questions go through me but I know now is not the time to ask, for the last of Kali's words are cutting through me.

If you honestly want my opinion big bro it seems you got a target on your back, and I think it's wise for you to start picking sides of where and who you lead and when. I haven't met these two but they sound potentially dangerous, and if I know you well, which I do, you're gonna shut yourself down and try to trooper it like a one-man army without telling someone, and in the end, you're gonna be outmanned, outgunned, and out powered. Remember what I say, as your only witness, I was forced to be the one girl warrior, and all I got was stress, misery, and death at every door. You can't look over your shoulder every second You aren't bred for  it, I wasn't bred for it but I had to, now's the time to choose your warriors, and sometimes the best warriors are the company you were bred with, now seems to be the time to put the Night tribe together, gather your wits, and I'll be waiting.." I sigh, and as we to the edge of a pier and climb down a flight of stairs leading to the water's edge I find myself looking at a Traghetto I look at him, skeptical. "You're gonna have me take a boat ride with you?" he smirks at me and presents himself on one knee like my lover is proposing and I kick him over, causing him to fall at an angle as his unstable body position tipped him over on his butt, rolling my eyes. "il tuo stupido, get in the boat," I said, shaking my head gently climbed into the Traghetto, a very long narrow black flat-bottomed boat with a high bow and stern. Sure enough, shortly after I sat he climbed in and finished paying, the gondolier pushed us off and we started floating down the grand canal in the boat heading through towards the center of the large canal.