Power

We Will Find You

It had a deepness to it with slight hoarseness, just like it yesterday. He didn't sound like everyone else did though. He didn't sound like everyone else; however, Ivy had read in books that individuals from all around the world spoke with distinct accents. She had never heard one before, but it seemed to change the way someone sounds and speaks. Maybe he had an accent Ivy thought. She shook her thoughts away. Well, there was certainly no point in running away now, Ivy thought. She cleared her throat and turned around to face the one she had awakened. Allegedly.

He was still busy creating art with his brush, providing a beautiful view of his jet-black wavy curls from behind. It was similar to his mother's, except that it had fallen beyond his shoulders when she saw him yesterday and was now considerably shorter but still had length. It tugged at something deep inside her.

"Of course, it is. I was just, um, I was... I was just making sure I didn't lose anything on the way here." Ivy fumbled, after which she cleared her throat awkwardly yet again. It was embarrassing enough that she was caught while trying to flee, and now her words were failing her. "Well, I guess I’ve got you to thank for waking me up from my little nap, yeah," Emmett said, facing Ivy with a bored expression. 

Ivy could see him clearly now in the evening sun. The coastline breeze moved his loose, wavy hair gently. His eyes were green just like his mother's, but his were more hypnotic and intense, like green fire dragging you into its depths. Depths you may never be able to return from.

"You're mistaken I didn't do anyone, though everyone's so convinced I did."

"So you weren't the one in the room with me when I awoke, 'cause I can remember those eyes and your face." Emmett raised a brow, surveying Ivy.

Ivy scoffed lightly.

"Look, Emmett, I don't know what happened in that room, okay? I'm pretty sure you were the one who pulled me to you. It's like I said I went in, then I was floating, and next thing I know you're awake. I really had nothing to do with it." Ivy sighed. Repeating the same thing over and over was tiring.

Emmett said nothing. He glanced at Ivy for a short period before carefully approaching her. Ivy took a step back as the wind picked up. He was in front of her in the blink of an eye, staring, as she held her breath. He wouldn't try to hurt her unprovoked, would he?

Green intense orbs bored into her oceanic ones. Then she felt it—the energy inside her buzzing like it did yesterday. "Feel that. Tell me again that you had nothing to do with my awakening." Emmett let out calmly.

His words echoed in Ivy's mind. She couldn't say what he wanted her to say since she had a sneaking suspicion that she had played a role in all of this. There was no disputing that her presence had triggered something, even if it wasn't her intention and that scared her.

Ivy averted her eyes.

Without saying anything else, Emmett walked away and began gathering his belongings. It was then that Ivy realized what he had painted. The ocean. And a beautiful artwork it was indeed. From one painter to the next, Ivy could acknowledge that he was far more skilled with a brush than she was.

"It's beautiful," The words escaped Ivy's lips in a whisper. Emmett halted while placing a small duffel back over his shoulder. "You can have it." He said. Ivy blinked, surprised that he had heard her. "Oh no, I...I couldn't. You don't have to-"

"I insist. Besides, it suits you, and isn't that like your thing anyway?" Emmett walked away, leaving the easel and artwork behind. "Thank you." Ivy quickly said as her eyes found the painting once again. 

"You should do it."

Emmett's voice pulled Ivy from her trance. "What?" Ivy inquired.

"Go in the waters," Emmett replied before vanishing into the woods.