HER KIND

Bridging Realms

'Chapter 36'

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Marcelo lay on the bed, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, seemingly lost in a world of his own. Despite the passage of an hour since Seraphine first noticed his awakening, he remained motionless, a silent figure in the midst of a room crowded with Simmon family members and their counterparts. Each person held their breath, waiting for any sign of movement from the young boy.

Kane stood behind Dria, his brows furrowed with concern. "Is this normal? I don't think this is normal," he muttered, his voice laced with apprehension.

Dria glanced up at him from her seat, weariness etched into the lines of her face. "Nothing has been normal for a while now," she sighed, her words heavy with resignation.

As the minutes stretched into an uneasy silence, tension hung thick in the air, suffocating the room with its weight. The soft rustle of clothing and the occasional creak of floorboards were the only sounds to break the stillness, each one magnified by the oppressive atmosphere.

Suddenly, a faint murmur escaped Marcelo's lips, barely audible amidst the hushed whispers of concern that filled the room. It was a sound so fleeting, so fragile, that it could have easily been mistaken for a trick of the imagination.

Seraphine leaned in closer, her keen eyes searching Marcelo's face for any further signs of awakening. With bated breath, she watched as a flicker of movement passed across his features, a subtle twitch of the lips that hinted at the stirring of consciousness.

"Something is happening," Seraphine mostly muttered to herself but Dria who was sitting next to her, heard the words leave the oracle's lips.

"What's happening?"

"I think he's speaking to someone..." her words faded as she placed her hands on Marcelo's forehead.

Jarred, slouched against the doorframe, listened intently as Seraphine spoke, his brow furrowed with concern. "Is he dreaming?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

Seraphine shook her head slowly, her eyes fixed on Marcelo's face. "No, it's more than that," she replied, her voice distant as if lost in thought. "He's awake, but his consciousness is bridging two worlds."

Nathaniel's voice wavered with emotion as he turned to Jeremiah, seeking reassurance in his brother's steady gaze. "This never happened with Edrick or either of us," he murmured, his words heavy with unspoken worry.

Jeremiah's jaw clenched as he struggled to process the gravity of the situation. "Who is he speaking to?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper as he searched Seraphine's eyes for answers.

But before Seraphine could respond, Marcelo's voice filled the room once more, his words tinged with urgency. "They're coming," he whispered, his eyes wide with fear as he struggled to make sense of the chaos unfolding around him.

Katerina's soft voice trembled with concern, "Who's they?" her fingers intertwined with her husband Jeremiah's as she searched for reassurance in his touch. Jeremiah met her gaze, offering a small smile and a comforting squeeze of her hand, silently conveying his presence and support.

Jarred, his posture stiff with tension, took a hesitant step forward, his eyes fixed on Marcelo with growing apprehension. "Seraphine, who is he talking to?" His words hung heavy in the air, echoing the fear that gripped the room.

Before Seraphine could respond, the tension was shattered by the piercing cry of Elliam from the adjacent room. Dria leapt from her seat, propelled by instinct and concern, her footsteps echoing through the hall as she rushed to Elliam's side.