Story of Sebastian

Chapter 28

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            Sorcha ran for her life, hopping all over praying that Sebastian would find her eventually. With every stop she stayed hidden, called out to him, and waited for a day. Also, with every stop he never showed. His speech replayed to her, but she refused to go home. She wanted to make sure he was okay, she didn’t know why but it mattered.

            Finally after a week and a half of hopscotching around the globe, Sorcha couldn’t ignore facts anymore. Sebastian had to be dead and she was in danger. A close run-in in Tibet of all places sent her packing. She stole a larger pack from a mountain climber, loaded up her shit, and headed for home. It was not a place she ever thought she’d return to and she was hoping Dubhan was still hunting Dark ones on the human side. There was a can of worms she didn’t want to open ever again. Hell, she’d welded it shut and chucked that can into the deepest body of water she could find… metaphorically of course.

            Sorcha walked to a remote part of the cold mountains. People were too superstitious and quick to believe in spirits around these parts. She also wasn’t too sure home would accept her anymore and returning to a crowd with pitchforks and torches was not what she wanted if the veil knocked her on her ass. She rubbed the aching spot in her chest as she concentrated.

            “No place like home,” she mumbled shivering and unhappy.