Prophecy

Chapter 20: Abilities

*Xavia's POV*

With us standing at our full height, Grace looked from Raziel to me, and I noticed their confused expressions. It made me smile, and I took that as a perfect opportunity to say, "I've had a lot of practice, training, and getting in tune with my abilities... let me help you."

"You really want to help me? You're okay with doing this... like right now? 'Cause I am okay with remaining a useless Archangel... I've made it this far," Grace asked, stunned at my offer.

I smiled, nodding happily as I replied, "First of all, you were never useless and won't ever be, and secondly... I would love nothing more than to help you see how much power you have inside of you, Grace... you just have to find it and, well, tap into it."

"You make it sound easy," My mate commented.

"Not always, but it can be, depending on the circumstances," I replied honestly.

Intriguingly, Grace looked at me and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well, sometimes a sudden event can help trigger the right emotion in you, thus allowing you to find your hidden power within. More often than not, beings like us have this innate supernatural sense that kicks in when we're in danger. Our bodies—rather—our true forms will actually take a stand. The human forms we use tend to lessen our natural supernaturalistic abilities, but they are still there—they will always be right under the surface... You just have to practice, really, and get both forms used to the other." I paused, remembering when I killed hundreds with my explosion as a newborn long ago. I opened my eyes, took a quick breath, and continued, "If all else fails... raw and pure emotion certainly does the trick."

Without a word, Grace looked at me.

She really looked at me.

It felt like her eyes were making their way through my mind, searching for an unspoken truth and reality of my past. When she spoke next, her words struck deep, and it was at that moment when I knew I could never hide anything away from her. Most importantly, I realized I didn't want to, either.

I wanted her to know everything.

"You sound like someone who tried... or at least went through something similar," She knowingly stated, and I sighed.

The sad smile that made its way to my face would happen whether I wanted it to or not. It was one of those natural reactions that couldn't be helped. Grace held my hand in a comforting manner as I told her what I went through, "It happened to me after my father killed her... my mother. He left basically the day after, and I was all alone. That was too much for me; I knew in my heart what he had done, and I was screaming—crying for hours. I wanted to be in my mother's arms, safe and sound. But... she was gone. The emotion building inside reached an unstable level, and I, for lack of a better word, exploded, killing hundreds that day. I couldn't control it."

At my words, my mate gasped, seemingly remembering something as she said, "The night you came to Earth, I was following you; I felt an unknown power increasing, and it felt... utterly destructive, and... at the restaurant... I felt you... your energy... you were so... angry. In fact, I don't think there's a word known to man that would describe the feeling and emotion you were exuding. I know that's just a figure of speech, but it doesn't make the meaning behind it any less true."

Now, knowing that she was the being that night who followed me, it all made sense. The warmth sensation was too familiar; I should have put it together and confirmed it the next day, but... it didn't matter anymore because we were here—mates—destined to be together forever. Just realizing that she was the one who helped me both times gave me an enormous feeling of pure comfort and safety.