See no evil - The awakening

The writers

The four of us sat by a fire pit behind the house looking at the cliff at night. It was cold and I had a blanket over my shoulders. I knew it was colder than I was feeling and normally I wouldn't have even been able to stay there. For some reason I could bear the cold perfectly that night.

James had brought some bottles of red wine and we had been drinking for a while now. I poured another glass and started feeling the alcohol playing some tricks with my tongue as I spoke. Whenever there was silence I felt the need to fill it with some stupid remark about how beautiful the house and place was. By the 5th comment, I started feeling like a dumb teenager who couldn't hold her liquor.

—Ciara. –Idris said. —Trust me.

—Ok, Casiopea, it's time we talk.

They all looked at me and again I thought I was expected to say something. —I thought we had been talking. –Stupid, stupid thing to say I know.

I saw Idris closing his eyes in disapproval. I smiled to try and lighten the air and James helped me by giving out a small laugh.

—James and I are Syggrafeas. –Ciara continued. I stopped smiling and moved in my chair as a sign to her that she held my whole attention. —We were placed on this earth to keep track of things. You are a writer, well we are writers too. But we don't write made up stories of fantasy which we create in our minds. We are connected to everything and everyone and we write down what's important. We keep track of monsters, humans and others. We knew when Hitler was born and the first time he showed cruelty to others. We wrote down the birth of Idris here and kept track of his rise. We can see, feel and hear everything anyone is living. Our job is to make sure there's a balance and that nothing or no one can disrupt that balance so we can all continue living in harmony as we've done for thousands of years.

My eyes went from James, to Idris and back to Ciara. What the fuck? What was this woman saying? She was barely older than me and sounded like a 1000 year old oracle. I kept my mouth shut.

—You, we could see in extremely rare situations, but we didn't see you when you were born and we can't sense you now. –She smiled. —I guess you see that's not something that we are used to.

James interrupted her. —It could mean a series of things and we would love to understand which is the one that applies to you. –His tone was lighter than Ciara's. As if he understood how difficult it was for me to grasp all these new concepts.

He continued. —Idris tells me he's already told you there are hunters out there. Some of them are called Faceless, this is in part because no one who's ever seen them is still alive, but also because they are the only beings that our kind can not sense or see or keep track of.

—This means I am a "Faceless"? –I asked.

—Not exactly. –Ciara answered. —Every being has their awakening since the moment they turn 35. Till that moment, we are able to sense and see them. Most powerful beings begin showing powers quite soon. Others take more time and continue to age till the awakening happens. We were never able to sense you, not even your birth. Nothing.

—You said you could see me, in extremely rare situations. What did you mean with that? –I asked.

—When you were young, we had some flashes about you. But we couldn't understand what they meant or why we had them. We just saw you and knew we needed to keep track of you. –Ciara answered.

I looked at Idris. —Did they send you after me?

—We trust each other, and they knew they could trust me with the information before another Syggrafea would sense you and send the alert. –Idris said.

—Alert who? –I was confused.

—Everyone dear. –James said and put his hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me.

—Why? –I asked nervously.

—You could become something very dangerous to everyone Casiopea if you are who we think you might be. –Ciara spoke.

—Stop saying I'm dangerous, I'm a stupid writer from Buenos Aires, why the hell would I be dangerous? –I stood up and turned my back to them. I felt as if I was going to cry and wanted to take deep breaths to calm myself down.

Idris stood up next to me and said softly to my ear. —Is this too much? Do you want to stop?

I looked at him and shook my head and then sat down back again. —What am I?

—Nature looks for ways to evolve, but not all evolutions are good for balance. Since the beginning of time, on very rare and specific occasions, two beings of different species can mate and birth a child that holds the abilities of both fractions. These are called Eidolons. These beings are god-like creatures and should not exist. Hunters were created to destroy Eidolons and ensure the balance is still intact. They are the only ones who can kill them. –-Ciara spoke slowly and clearly.

—My parents... –I thought out loud.

What the fuck was I, who the fuck were my parents, was I not human? I threw my hands to my face and my chest started hurting. I stood up once again. —He will never stop, right? –I looked at Idris. —Luc, he will never stop until I'm dead.

Idris just looked at me so I asked Ciara —Can you see him? Do you know where he is, what he is thinking?

—No. We can't.

That meant Luc really was a Faceless, he was really the baddest of all hunters and he was after me. ME. I could only manipulate some thoughts and heal quickly, how the hell was I supposed to defend myself from someone who people call FACELESS.

—Why are you helping me? –I looked at the three of them. —You said I could be a weapon, you want me to fight for you? Then teach me, show me why I can be so dangerous, teach me how to fight and I will fight for you. –I spoke loudly to the three of them.

I was desperate, I needed to become what they all thought I would, at that moment it was the only thing I thought I could do to survive, become the baddest most dangerous monster I could.

...

He walked me to my room, I got in and he stood by the door.

—Do you really want to do this? –He asked softly.

—Are you afraid I'll kick you ass? –I answered with a devilish smile and I gave him a friendly push on the chest.

He caught my hand quickly. —I'm serious.

—Mr. Fitzgerald, are you worried about me? –I tilted my head and looked into his eyes.

—You must have a million questions.

—I just need to get stronger. –I said out loud and in my head told him —I want to kiss you.

He let go of my hand, and looked at the floor moving his head left and right while smiling. —Night Ms. Fitzgerald. –He turned around and started walking to his room.

—Coward. –I said in my mind. —Nighttttttttt. –I said out loud as I closed the door in slow motion.

—We begin tomorrow! –He shouted.