What Lies Between ✔

Disciple of the Moon

 9

Lidia

I had been running, scanning, and reporting for nearly twenty four hours, a big knot of anxiety tangled in my stomach the whole time. If I found Nameless, I would have to bring her back, and from what Lord Cyril had said to me, I could only guess that Nameless would be doomed to Oblivion.

I had lied to the Council and to the Lord himself about Nameless being forcibly taken, but what was I supposed to say? They were practically plotting her demise right in front of me. At least if she was caught with that Ben guy I might be able to sway The Council into believing that he had indeed kidnapped her and he would be the only one to face damnation, or worse, obliteration.

I did feel guilty for sending an innocent to either fates, but clearly the being was not normal, I could tell that about him right away. He could have been evil and he could have been using Nameless and I had let her go with him. What a stupid thing to do! If my best friend was safe, then I didn't care what happened to that creature. If Nameless protested against the claim that he did not kidnap her, then even if she hated me for it, I'd say she had been brainwashed by Ben and his dark powers, a lie that would be believable given the boy's shadowy appearance. It would be better than losing her.

My Level and I were travelling in the forests of Pennsylvania, weaving skillfully through the thick trees. We had just entered the Sprout State forest and were heading in the direction of New York City. I sighed. I had just been to the cluttered place the other day. Oh well, we'd be able to clear out any Ghosts who had managed to avoid our scan. Hopefully that excluded Nameless.

"Continue straight, Lidia, or change paths?" Galen huffed from beside me, working very hard to match my stride. We were a blur of spirit,racing through the air of the living at a miraculous pace.

"Continue straight forward!" I commanded loud enough for everyone trailing behind to hear. I always had to remind myself to slow down, always forgot about my speed. It was way too easy to get lost in the motion and leave everyone behind.

"Yes, Master!" Galen replied respectfully, and drifted back.

I didn't really enjoy being called Master, but I supposed it came with the gig. I was the first female Seeker to ever become the leader of any Level. The Lords of the past felt women were too irrational to lead.

Lord Cyril was not so closed minded. I had been told that it was because of my ruthlessness in fighting Ghosts, my tracking skills, and my speed that could rival any Demon's that I had gained my position.It was also because of my prior experience with Demons I had gained back in my human life, but that part was left unsaid, though extremely obvious. I was so pleased with myself when I was given the position. I swore that this time I would protect everyone. I would not let the Demons harm anyone else I cared about.

"Theron, any sight of Nameless?" Cyril's voice suddenly echoed in my mind, startling me so that I almost tripped in my blinding sprint. Even more guilt and fright washed over me at my deceitful thoughts. I breathed in deeply. He couldn't hear those thoughts, only the ones I allowed him to hear.

Telepathy between Seekers was one of our secret weapons. It was a very rewarding power to have during a fight. The moment a Seeker is given their True Name, they are linked to the minds of the other Seekers,but it isn't a full time thing. We need to focus on which Seeker we'd wish to communicate with and could only do it one at a time.It wasn't all our thoughts that were able to be communicated as well, just the ones we wished to share. It always scared the beezezus out of me whenever someone else's voice popped randomly into my head as clear as if they were whispering into my ear. Out of sight out of mind did not exist when you were a Seeker.