Hidden Mysteries: Soulforce

Chapter 22

                                                 Chapter 22:

                                                   Blaise

“Everything you want in life has a price connected to it. There’s a price to pay if you want to make things better, a price to pay just for leaving things as they are, a price for everything.” – Harry Browne

‘You came,’ the woman with the iron mask said as her demon wings were tucked behind her and her tail uncurled from the floor beside her as she stood up.

“Well, I didn’t have much of a choice now, did I?” I asked, walking towards her.

She giggled a bit, “Nope.”

I sighed and placed my hand on her head again. “Let’s do this…”

“I’m ready,” she states, bracing herself.

I re-did the same process of pouring the purple energy into the spaces between her mask and her skin and this time, to our surprise – and satisfaction – the mask loosened up a lot. After a couple more tries, I sighed and stopped, “It’s too hard.”

“Don’t give up now!” she pleads.

“I’m not. Let’s work on the shackles,” I offer, taking a long piece of chain in my hands and examining it. She nodded and waited patiently as I broke the ringlets two at a time until there were about five to ten hanging from each limb. I looked at the mask again and thought of how I could take it off of her.

“Blaise!” my mom’s voice cut through my dream, waking me up with a start. “Time to get ready! C’mon!” Immediately I was sucked out of the dream world, the images fading to black.

I groaned and rolled over, burying my head between the pillow and the quilt. I lay there until my mom came up to me and tore the covers away. I gasped and looked up at her, blinking the sleep away from my eyes.

“Eat breakfast, put some clothes on, brush your teeth and let’s get a move on,” she smiled kindly at me as she tried to push her wavy dark brown, almost black hair behind her into a bun. When she had finally succeeded, she walked into my bathroom.

Lazily and slowly, I got up and made my way to the kitchen, rubbing my eyes.

“Hi Chris…” I mumbled as I passed him sitting on the sofa. Two minutes later, I back tracked and looked at him, clearly confused and bewildered. “Chris?! What are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be in your cave?” I gaped, then realized I had spoken out loud and covered my mouth with my hands, hoping no one in my family had heard that.

Chris turned to look at me, “I got bored,” he shrugged.

I sighed, rolled my eyes and mumbled, “It’s too early for this…” as I made my way into the kitchen to grab some juice. He chuckled and sat back, watching T.V. A little while later, I heard him mumble,

“What the hell am I watching?”

I turned around and almost choked on my juice as I saw him staring at a kid’s T.V. show called Tutenstein, the one with the kid mummy in a museum.

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“A sleepover?” Alexa said slowly, trying to process it. We had finally gone to the store and I had managed to sneak away, starting my break early. Working in a family owned business was too much work. I nodded eagerly, looking at her almost pleadingly,