The seer Chronicles

Chapter twelve The Truth

Destiny awoke from her deep slumber. She almost didn't recognise her own room. She frowned, her head pounding with memories had forgotten. Destiny vagary recalled a beautifully dark tanned woman with evergreen green eyes and flowing golden hair.
With a brown-haired girl similar to Destiny's age, about four or five. She sighed, frustrated because she couldn't remember their names, but remembered the two girls had a close emotional bond.

The house seemed silent in the morning light, like a dark atmosphere had lifted after years of being under the influence of Selina's magic. She heard light snoring, smelling the earthy scents of the forests. Taylor was sleeping on her floor on a fold out mattress. She crouched down, brushing her fingers against his feverish, sweaty skin, slightly confused.
"How did I get home last night?" She whispered. She shook him awake. He grumbled, slowly opening his violet eye. Bandages covered his right eye. He removed them, placing the eyepatch over the unseeing eye.

How did you get to my house last night?" Destiny questioned.
"I borrowed your key. You seemed to have a nightmare and I couldn't wake you." He got up, covering the scars across his back with his shirt
"Dose your eye hurt?"
Taylor screeched, his messy hair sticking out in all directions. The strands tangled together, obstructing his vision. "No, I cannot see anything out of it," he said, frustration clear in his voice. A side effect from the dark witches. The sensation of itching and burning persisted. A small snarl escaped his lips, his words laced with hatred, as if he was cursing the very witches who had caused his suffering.

Destiny, her curiosity piqued, wondered about Taylor's history. Clearly, he had been hurt before, scarred by his past. She couldn't help but empathise with his pain.

Feeling a mix of exhaustion and discomfort, Destiny hugged her knees tightly. Her legs burned with stiffness and pain, the result of hours of running and hiding. The physical discomfort brought her mind back to the harsh reality of their situation.

"I wasn't dreaming about what happened in the clearing in the forest last night," Destiny said, her voice trembling with fear. Selina's transformation into evil and her subsequent kidnapping of Destiny's father haunted her thoughts. The panic rose in the back of her throat, making her feel ill.

Taylor exhaled, trying to remain calm in the face of uncertainty. "She must need him for something, which means he is still alive for now," he said, his voice steady but tinged with worry.

"Maybe something about my father's journal you ordered Ash to steal, perhaps?" Destiny asked, taking a stab in the dark, hoping to uncover some answers. Taylor rolled his eyes, clearly frustrated by Destiny's lack of understanding. "Destiny, there are things you do not understand," he said, his tone filled with a mixture of frustration and protectiveness. "We needed the journal for our mission. I cannot explain further. But I know several ways into her fortress. I will do whatever I can to help you."

"I'm sorry, but you're now involved," Taylor said, giving her an apologetic look. Destiny's lack of reaction suggested she knew nothing about Andreal or the secret of her unawakened powers. The weight of the situation settled heavily on her shoulders. Taylor sighed, with a wave of fresh tiredness rubbing his face. It was too early to think about all this. Taylor opened Destiny's wardrobe, throwing some clothes at her, but she fumbled, dropping to the floor.
Weather Destiny understood the situation or not, she had become an essential part of their mission now, "Best we maintain a low profile for now," Taylor said, giving Destiny space to change. While waiting outside, Taylor called Ash, their voices carrying on the crisp morning breeze. Destiny, hidden nearby, strained to hear their conversation.
"Ash, can you gather the others and meet at the phoenix reborn bistro?" Taylor's voice carried a sense of urgency. "Please, I think we should inform Destiny about the situation. She has become an essential part of our mission..
The distance muffled Ash's response, but Taylor's expression changed, his features becoming devoid of emotion. He rubbed his weary face, exhaustion clear in every line.