Thorns of Fate: Serendipity Saga Book One

Chapter Thirty-Five

The most exciting part of my young adulthood used to be my night club. I had dreamed of it since I was a teenager. I had been an orphan with only my two best friends/cousins to truly give me company since my grandmother passed when I was sixteen. I had never really considered anything other than that club. I never wondered if I would get married and who it would be to. I had never roamed thoughts of children. I had always anticipated I'd get to make those kinds of decisions with plenty time to spare.

I had never even begun to contemplate the idea that there could be such a layer of mystery to my life. I hadn't anticipated ever meeting my father. As far as I had known, my mother had been killed when I'd only been six years old. My memories of her got me through more than one trial in my life. Would I have desired to live with them both and get to experience them and their endless love? Absolutely. But it wasn't something I could've ever changed.

So instead I devoted all my thought and time to my two best friends and my entrepreneurial dreams. That was honorable right? Friends and potential the world over? They were all I had needed. Or so I had to myself. I'm not even sure that I had realized how much I'd truly desired for more than that.

And now, I had achieved so much more than I had ever dreamed in such a short time. I met my father who turned out to be an amazing, loving, and protective man who had always wanted and loved me in those years where I had questioned all things holy as to why he didn't. I had reunited with my mother who I still loved with the reckless abandon of a heartbroken six year old girl. My best friends had never stopped supporting me. Not once.

And none of that is to even mention the new things in my life. I had found out that I was part of an underground supernatural society whose full depths I knew I still didn't entirely grasp. But I enjoyed learning more every day with an endless amount of time stretching out before me to learn more. I never knew that as a human, I felt weak, temporary, and subpar. That is, until I could truly experience what it was like to be more than that.

And Carson, oh Carson. He was a wildcard. I had dated before but it had never really been anything too serious. And then there was Carson. The man had entranced me since before I had even laid eyes on him. He felt right. He felt perfect. He was my exact other. After having him in my life, I wondered how I'd never felt the hole in my soul that his presence had filled. Surely, I had never been myself before him. He made me better. He made me stronger and more confident and driven. I never wanted to be without him.

I was so much more than the hapless twenty four year old who had begun this journey. And if only I could have Will returned to me, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

I had never really contemplated how I would die. I mean what twenty four year old has that planned out in their head? This felt very near to dying though. Or, maybe I was already dead.

The area I could see was pitch black, no pinprick of light shining from any direction to give me any indication of where I was. I was laying on a hard surface but the endless black provided no context. I pushed myself off the not ground, my eyes searching the darkness for anything. Was this death? Was this the last thing I would see?

As though she had been there all along, a figure stepped from the darkness. I didn't recognize her visually but she felt familiar.

"Hello, Kyra," she said as though there were nothing odd about our meeting. She was tall, taller than I was even. She had long waves of hair, a similar color to mine own if purpose not a shade darker. She had stunning electric blue-white eyes. They were definitely blue in pigment but were light and bright and I was sure that if the sun hit them right, they'd gloss to an almost white. She was truly lovely, her lips plump and pink, her skin pale but a lovely blush shining through.