Reincarnate [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Nineteen

"Oh, here's something," Lena said. She was sat on the chair behind Isaac and Boyd on the bus and she was leaning over the back of their chair holding a book clumsily in one hand, "consecrated ground is any place or space that has been liturgically blessed, or where some sacred object such as a church is built or has stood. But most commonly, consecrated ground means a single grave or several graves or a whole cemetery in which faithful Christians are buried," she said.

Since they were going to a track meet she was wearing a grey tank top, her sea-green running leggings, her running trainers and she had a white fluffy teddy jacket on top to keep herself warm whilst they were waiting. Her hair was in a half up and half down style which she planned on tying back again when they got there so that it would be out of her face and the only jewellery she wore was a singular necklace that had an aventurine crystal on it.

"So it's basically a special graveyard."

"Yeah," she said, still scanning the page for more information, "oh and this one here, for The Order of the Crystal Rose the consecrated terf which held their power was on Brocklehurst Lane," she said before her eyes narrowed and she looked up at the world before her suspiciously, "that's where my old house was..."

"You lived in a graveyard?" Isaac asked, glancing back at her.

"I hope not," she admitted as she fell back in her seat and continued reading, "it's essential to a witches power and those who consecrate the ground own the ground and can often alter the nature which resides on it..."

Since Derek might be dead and there had been a battle just the night before she'd been tasked with distracting both Isaac and Boyd to prevent them from attacking Ethan who was sat a few seats behind. Scott was at the back still badly wounded alongside Stiles who was trying to revise for the SAT's.

Noticing Boyd trying to get up out of his seat Lena hit Isaac on the back of the head with her book to catch his attention, "stop thinking about it, man," Isaac tried.

"Like you're not thinking about it, too?" Boyd countered.

"Well, stop thinking about it," Isaac repeated.

"I can't."

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it, either," Isaac added on.

"You sure about that?" Boyd asked, his eyes looking back at Ethan.

Not knowing what to do, Lena leant forward again so that she was blocking the sight of the werewolf alpha, "do you wanna hear about why Shakespeare does not deserve the title of genius?" She asked, and even though it was so clear none of them cared she began to talk anyway, "it all started in 1300's Florence with Giovanni de Medici and he took his families bank to greatness and his son Cosimo de Medici when he took over the bank decided to invest in art and.... art... and he passed this interest down..."

It was around ten minutes later when she got closer to the point.

"And then Savonarola rolls in and none of us like him because he's basically if Hitler and Stalin had a child but he did everything in the name of God and then-"

"Are you almost done?" Boyd cut in.

"No, and now it's going to take longer because you're interrupting me," she quipped, "anyway so all the artists flee Florence because Savonarola had all their art and stuff burnt because in his eyes we live to serve God and nothing else although fun fact for you it's implied he did what he did because his life long love rejected him. Anyway so they spread out, they go to Rome, Venice, Naples, everywhere else and thus the Renaissance becomes a worldwide thing. Shakespeare finds lots of Italian literature like Othello which was originally written by Giraldi Cinthio and he copies it and he gets all the praise for it whilst the original creators get forgotten so yeah that's why Shakespeare sucks and I hate him," she finalised.