Divine Destiny: Serendipity Saga Book Two

Chapter Forty

I blinked hard, gazing around the room. Sage, Eris, and even Seira were gone. Instead, I lay on my back, my arm stretched out to the side. The sapphire gem had rolled off my palm and lay on the carpet near my hand.

And straddled over me was Anton, sweating and heaving breaths as though he'd just completed a marathon. He gazed down at me in awe, his amber eyes alight.

"What was that?" He gasped. He made no move to get off of me but it didn't really bother me either. One of his hands was braced against the floor over my head, the other gently touched my exposed hip.

I stared at him. I was certain it had appeared that I had passed out but that didn't seem to explain the adorably baffled expression on his face. I glanced at the gem and his eyes followed mine.

"Is that the same necklace?" He asked.

That confused me even more. The only reason that question would come up was if he had seen...

"You saw it too," I accused, still frozen beneath him.

His breathing was slowing now but he still took a deep inhale before replaying. "The psycho lady, legions of soldier, giant monsters. Yeah, yeah I did," he replied, burrowing his face in his palm as he sat up.

I gazed at him for a moment longer before glancing down to the hand he had planted at him waist. "When did you touch me?" I asked him, thinking the events out in my head. I remembered nothing of the real world after the gem had touched my palm.

Anton chuckled a humorless laugh. "As soon as you started to fall," he explained.

"Then...then you saw my predecessor, Sage," I said, unsure of how to explain all of this. Carson and Kellic knee most of the details from my previous experiences with Achillia. My father knew a little too. I had never tried to explain it to Anton. I guess I had thought he'd laugh it off.

"Your predecessor?" he repeated. "Predecessor to what?"

I hesitated, staring at the ceiling. Where to begin? "I-I possess a spirit...or it possesses me anyway. The original spirit of order lives within me. She's done the same to who knows how many others over time. I only know of two, Sage—better known as the Greek goddess, Harmonia—and the Roman gladiatrix, Achillia. It's linked to my powers. Sage had the same spirit so we are linked. What you saw...that was one of her memories."

I was beginning to think Anton didn't even notice that his legs were straddled over my hips. He stared at me, then the amulet.

"That's what let you see him isn't it?"

I didn't have to ask who he meant. I nodded.

Anton took a deep breath. "She was a Magick." He didn't ask it as a question. He stated it as fact. "But she had wings like the Aeronyx. So, the legends are true. She completed the Champion trials and obtained benefits from the blood of the other races, didn't she?"

Again, I nodded.

He looked me over like I was an alien lifeform. "Someone turned the ritual trials you did into the same spell that she did. You beat the Nosferatu which was the last step. Can you do that now?"

That actually caught me off guard. I hadn't considered it. I hadn't realized someone had done that. Could I?

I lifted forward, peering over my shoulder. No wings magically sprang from my back. "I-I don't know," I sighed.

Anton sprang up, holding a hand out for me which I took. He lifted me to my feet still watching me carefully. "Naomi," he hissed my mother's name and paced around the room.