The Supernatural Seals (Book Two)- BATTLE

Chapter Eighteen

Grace

When I open my eyes I'm almost blinded by the insanely bright light that surrounds me in every direction. I hold my hand out in front of my face and squint, trying to see something, anything at all. After a few moments, my eyes adjust to the brightness and I am able to take in my surroundings. I am in what appears to be a room. It is bathed in the white light, making it impossible to see anything else. I look around for a few moments, spinning in circles a few times, but I don't see anything else.

"Hello?" I call.

Where am I? Alexander must have done something to James. But what did he do? And how will I ever figure it out if I can't get out of here? Wherever here is. Suddenly I remember that I know where he transported us, we're in Aaron's lair. Below it, to be exact. I look down at the ground, only it looks like I am standing in mid air, because of the brightness. I step forward slowly and keep walking. I don't know where I'm going, or what I'm going to do when I get there, but I keep walking. Suddenly, I see a shadow out of the corner of my eye. It looks like a person.

"Hey!" I shout, in the direction of the shadow.

I watch as it moves. It appears to be turning around to face me. Then I see it being to move away.

"No, please! I need help. Where am I?" I shout.

I watch as the shadow vanishes.

"Great," I mumble to myself.

"You must be Grace. I thought we had a new visitor, although you didn't come in through the normal way, which is a bit odd,"

I spin around quickly and almost run into a girl. She looks to be about twelve years old. With strawberry blonde hair, and freckles that cover her cheeks and nose. She wears a simple, sleeveless, white dress that stops at her ankles and I notice that her feet are bare. She peers up at me, her bright hazel eyes twinkling with curiosity.

"Who are you?" I ask her.

She bounces up and down on her toes and grins at me.

"I'm Parisa. You're Grace. Nice to meet you," She extends out her hands and I shake it slowly.

"Can you tell me where I am?" I ask.

She nods firmly.

"Of course. You're in The Hereafter," She replies.

"You mean like, the afterlife?" I ask.

She nods again.

"Of course. But that word is so overused. We call it The Hereafter now," She explains.

"So that means I'm dead," I say.

I watch as she extends her hand out and a gold couch appears out of mid-air. She climbs up onto it and takes a seat.

"Well, usually people who come here are. But you didn't enter through the gates," She says, crossing one of her legs over the other and looking at me.

"The gates?" I ask.

I watch as she nods, and then waves her arm around again.

"Here, take a seat," She says.

I look back and see a second gold couch has appeared. I take a seat and I'm surprised that it's more comfortable than it looks.

"The gate is literally just a giant gate into The Hereafter. Everyone that dies comes through it, and we always get a notice whenever someone new is coming in. Only we didn't get one for you, which leads me to believe that something is different," She says,