Mythical Link ▸ Link Neal {Book One}

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The trek back through the woods and to the house was a quiet one, Link walking with his head lowered and his hands stuffed in his jeans pockets. He could barely hear Mercedes walking beside him, where his footfalls were like thunder rolling through the sky. Heaving a heavy breath, he cast a side glance at her and noticed that she was beaming at him.

He narrowed his eyes at her and her face brightened even more. The way the sunlight glinted off of her complexion, he couldn't help but note how beautiful she was. Allison was just as beautiful as she was, and you could clearly tell that they had been related.

"I see you have finally figured out how to tune into the whispering," she spoke casually as if they were talking about the weather, and Link just gave a slight shrug. It wasn't rocket science really. All he had to do was tune out his other five senses and focus on the one he needed for hearing, kinda like fixing on a radio station when the signals are going haywire.

"How would you know that," he countered, keeping his eyes downcast as he spoke. Mercedes hesitated as if she didn't want to tell him, but that could have just been his paranoia.

"Before you froze time and traveled back ten years, I was able to hear you. You and me have a very special connection, Link."

Link arched an eyebrow. He wasn't about to put anything past that given what he'd just discovered over the past weekend and majority of the week, so he decided he'd bite.

"Like, a telepathic connection?" He looked up and saw as she nodded her head, the beads from her pearl headpiece swaying slightly.

They locked eyes and he felt a chill begin to crawl through the underneath of his skin.

"You could say that, yes."

"So why don't you tell me what I am, because obviously you know." Link was blunt and right to the point, because he did know for a fact that she knew. Maybe it wasn't a hard, right in your face fact, but it was a strong feeling that he had in his belly that somehow she knew.

Maybe it was because the possibility that they were the same thing was very strong. Link didn't like it when people tended to beat around the bush, and he wanted her to get right to the point and be completely honest with him.

"How would you know that," she said, throwing his own words back at him. He wound up swallowing them, quickly gazing at his feet again, feeling the heat build up in his cheeks.

"Just a feeling," he mumbled under his breath, and he could hear her airy giggle from beside him. Was she enjoying the fact that he was partly embarrassed for making such a gross assumption?

"Never disregard those feelings that you have, Link. You will find out what you are soon enough, but I need you to do something first. Do this and I will show you what you are."

Link stopped walking abruptly, his interest immediately piqued. He would gallop through year old horse manure barefoot while wearing a tutu, brandishing a pink fairy wand while screaming he loved My Little Pony just to find out what he was.

"What do you want me to do and I will do it," he declared, pouring every ounce of conviction in his being into his tone of voice.

Mercede's expression became deadpan serious.

"I need you and Rhett to go to Tessa's funeral. Find Terra, make amends with her and protect her with everything you've got. Teegan is still weak without having his third piece to his ritual, and stopping him will be much easier if we leave it that way."

Link nodded his head. Normally the apprehension would have told him to hold up and give this some thought, but there was nothing to stew on. This was something that needed to be done, because it was going to become a life or death situation. He turned away from Mercedes to look in front of him and only then had he realized just how far they'd walked.