A Daughter of Light(A Light onto the World)

Chapter 26

Marimar

Chapter 26

I watch as Sage’s truck drives out of sight.  “Good-bye,” I whisper under my breath.  If things go wrong this might be the last time that I’ll see his face.  Of course Calista assured me that nothing will happen to me.  Call it woman’s intuition, but I have a feeling that today will not be my day.

I wipe away the tears streaming down my face.  I take a deep breath.  That was a lot harder than I thought.  My heart feels like it’s breaking, leaving me with a hollow ache.

I never had the opportunity to tell Sage what he’s wanted so badly to hear.  The words hung on the tip of my tongue; that I am his girlfriend and that I love him.  Now I may never be able to.

No.  I did have the opportunity and I let it slip through my fingers.  Like the idiot that I am.  I never even got to kiss him.  Feel his soft full lips lock with mine.  Feel his warm breath tickle my ear as he tells me he loves me.

I reluctantly head over to the passenger seat of Papa’s van.  Beside myself, I let out a shaky breath. 

“Are you scared?” Papa asks, reading my sharp exhale as fear.

“Sort of,” I respond, playing along.  It takes all my will to keep my voice from cracking.  He pulls me close to him and plants a kiss on my head.

“Don’t be scared.  The Visionaries are going to help us get that thing out of here, and then our lives will go back to normal.”  Normal, God I pray so.

“They’re here,” Papa announces.  I see the lights of a white suburban behind us.  It parks at the side of the street.  Their white utility van is already parked in the driveway about thirty feet from the house with cables running into it and a generator sitting just outside.  I halfway expected Calista would have painted it like the Mystery Machine in Scooby-Doo.  I bet Lawson and Gunner would have just loved that.  On the side of the van is a cross, on the cross is a pentagram surrounded by a circle.

We get out of our minivan.  I make my way over to the drivers’ side.

“Boy, you two have had a long week,” Calista says crossing over to Papa and I.  The other members of the team are checking out their equipment.

“No kidding,” I answer.  Do you know everything? I ask telepathically.

“Just about,” she says with a wink.

That must get annoying, I think to myself.

“I heard that.”               

Sorry.

“Thanks for coming.  We really appreciate it,” Papa says on a different note. 

They shake hands.

“Yes, thank you,” I echo.

“No problem,” Calista answers.

“So, Ms. —?”

“Calista’s fine.”

“Calista, can you —?”

“Sorry, honey, I’m not a psychic.  I’m a Claircognizance Clairvoyant.  It means that I know things without knowing why.  I am able to tap into a higher consciousness.”

How convenient.

“Very.”

“Do you mind not doing that?”