The Fate Of The Marked

Chapter Twenty-Five

When the world stopped spinning, I was laying on the ground, looking up. Firstly, I noticed that I was inside, and the ceiling was gray and looming low. threatening to suffocate me.

I sat up and saw the room I was in was completely white, but the door was open, just enough for me to see the hallway. I stood, touching the stone around my neck. It was still again, but was still warm. I didn't feel any sort of foreboding anymore, just warm.

I made my way out the door.

It was empty but I realized that I wasn't in just a building. I was in a house. Silently, I walked down the old, wooden stairs. They led to another hallway with doors that were all closed, except the very one at the end. It all seemed so hauntingly familiar. A small part of me wanted to find exit, to get out, but something prevented me. Somehow, I knew I was safe. I paused in the doorway, then pushed it open the rest of the way.

Sitting in the center of the room at a massive desk, was a man.

He didn't look up immediately. His dark hair hung in front of his eyes, but did nothing to hide his stunning features. His face looked chiseled from stone as pure and white as marble. He wore a simple black suit, and radiated power so strong, I had a difficult time looking at him. I knew at once that he was an angel, though he didn't have wings. When he looked up, his eyes startled me. They were dark, but soft and kind, looking at me as if they had seen long centuries. I expected him to be startled to see me there, but he only smiled.

"Ah," He said. "I knew you would find your way here eventually."

I couldn't think of anything to say. He gestured to the seat in front of him, but I didn't dare move any closer. He stood.

"Sit, child. There is much you must know before your time comes to leave."

I sat.

Energy seemed to flow off of him. I became more aware the closer I came to him. He didn't sit however. Instead he came a sat on the edge of the desk, feet from me.

"Tell me, Elliot, what do you know about the Great War?" He asked.

I stared at him blankly. He returned the look before reaching out one hand.

"May I?"

I nodded, frozen in place, wary. The last time this had happened, it hadn't ended to well. He leaned forward and touched behind my left ear, fingers brushing across the crescent shaped scar there. He sighed and dropped his hand.

"Of course." He muttered. "There is nothing I can do to return your memories, child. That is purely up to Zelphia and her wishes."

"Who are you?" I blurted.

He seemed familiar, as if I already knew exactly who he was. As soon as he smiled, it clicked.

"I am Ellias." He said calmly. "Fate Changer and the one responsible for you still being alive."

My mind raced. This was Ellias, the angel who had been burned in the blue fire, and who had begged the woman to protect the child, because he would be important. Then, he had blew the blue light into him.. My entire body froze. I looked down at my palm and remembered the light that had come out when I had thrown Luka across the room, or blasted out the window. Slowly, I looked back up. Ellias was still smiling.

"I am guessing you have the coin of Amisit Cogitationes." He said. "And so you now how things came to pass."

I shook my head.

"It didnt show me anything other than you putting the soul into that little kid." I said. "In-into me."

"Ah, but you are not the same as you once were before." Ellias said gently. "You were only a half angel before I healed your soul. Your grandfather was a full angel, who married a mortal. His child, your mother, was half angel."