Page 63 of Threads of Fate

“Dana, let one of us at least try to touch whatever it is you're seeing first before you do.” The woman who commented on Kreed’s reputation says. I quirk my lips to the side and nod.

“Okay. There is a big shadowy dome literally ten feet in front of us. There are also a few more out that way,” I point to the left, “and that way.” I point to the right. The fae who pulled me back steps forward, walking past me and towards the dome. He continues forward. He turns around.

“Am I in it?”

“Yeah…” I draw out and walk toward him. I look at his face and see streaks of gray spreading across his face. My eyes widen in horror and I run forward and several things happen at once. I grab his arm and swing him out stepping into the shadow as he stumbles to the ground outside the shadow. Kreed is running towards me with fear and I start to feel electricity tingle across my skin. “STOP!” I yell at him. “Please!” I start walking towards the edge of the dome but I can’t get out. I look down with my brows drawn. I push a boot against the edge and I can’t budge past the line. I snap my head up to Kreed. “I can’t get out.” I whisper. “NO! Kreed. Stop!” I yell at him again when he almost reaches the barrier. “We can figure this out but you can not cross this boundary. He,” I point to the fae who is now standing and very confused, “has veins of gray all over his face now. I could see them crawling around his skin before I pulled him out.”

The man in question looks horrified and starts patting his face. Another female grabs his chin and yanks his head around. Searching for the streaks.

“I see nothing Pharoah, relax.” She looks back at me. “Are you lying to us human?”

“Excuse me?” I raise a brow. Kreed steps in before I can say more.

“Lyra, you need to stop. She has no reason to lie. She has seen all kinds of things no one else can see. You comment again you will be put on leave for the foreseeable future.” I laugh at that.

“Kreed, don’t fight my battles for me. She can spout whatever bullshit she wants and if that bullshit is being a bitch, it’s fine, it just proves to me all life forms are exactly the same.” I slid my eyes her way. “No better than any human I have ever met.” Lyra looks at me with a glare and steps back with the rest of the soldiers.

“Pharaoh, you have gray veins all along your neck and a bit over your chin. They look blurred. What did you feel when you stepped in here?” He shakes his head.

“Nothing. I feel fine too. I don’t understand.”

“I feel like electricity is running over my skin. Like thousands of little shocks. I also can’t get past this fucking boundary.” I kick the line, frustrated. I grunt in pain because it was like kicking a brick wall. I fall back on my ass and grab my foot. I sit there in pain, holding my breath. “Don’t, Kreed. I just stubbed my fucking toe. Let me cry about it and then we can figure out how to get me out of this thing.” Kreed squats down so he’s eye level with me.

“Okay. I can do that.”

“I better get the best sex of my life tonight because of this.” Several chuckles sound out. “Also, I think it’s broken.” I lay back on the ground. “I wanted to train today. To whoop someone's ass with that staff my mom made me.”

“We will put Naomi’s gifts to use. I promise.” Murmurs spread throughout the group, as I sit up the murmurs get louder.

“I knew you looked familiar. Your eyes.” says Pharoah.

“Naomi has a daughter?”

“Is Naomi back?”

All sound off at once. Yeah, I want to know why she’s not here too.

“Why hasn’t anyone announced she was back?” Asks Lyra, with an irritated tone. Like I’m lying about her being my mother too.

“Because she’s dead.” I say flatly, glaring at Lyra. She has the good sense to shut up and step back. That confession brings up more murmurings and more questions. Questions I don’t want to answer right now. I look to Kreed who looks just as frustrated and sad as I am. I quickly wiped away a few tears. I am tired of crying. Seems to be a go to emotion these days.

“Quiet. All of you. Naomi may be our princess but Naomi is her mother. Have some respect. Now, we need to figure out how to get her out. If you have an idea, say it. Otherwise, sit down and shut up.” I nod him my thanks. “What about the thing you did to my chest? Can you get mad enough to blast it?” I see a few confused looks.

“I don’t know. I can try. I don't even know what I did. You just pissed me off.” I put my hands on the shield and tried to summon that same dark green smoke. I furrow my brows in concentration.

“Kreed has a laundry list of women he slept with.” I snap my eyes up to see who is talking. It’s Pharoah. I squint my eyes at him and then over to Kreed who looks about ready to kill him. “The women he dated were even worse. Nasty creatures. Jealous.” This is not helping. This is just pissing me off. I shoot daggers at Kreed. I wish I could throw one at him right now. It’s not like I didn’t think he had a million women before me but I don’t need to know about it. I can feel a warmth coursing down my arms. “He used to date this one girl. What was her name?” Pharaoh looks around for someone to fill it in. He spots Kreed stalking towards him, shadow ax in hand. Pharaoh's eyes widen and he starts to walk around evasively. “Lydia? Lana? Lana, that’s it. She was a piece of work. Your worst ever.” He dodges around some other soldiers. Meanwhile my blood is boiling. The warmth is searing into my palms. I grunt softly, trying to force the magic out. “She was so possessive. One wagon wheel short of a carriage. We all told him, Dana. He never listened. She even threatened Lyra! Oh, Fuck!” Pharaoh ducks and rolls away from Kreed’s swinging ax.

“And to think I called you friend you pompous ass!” Kreed yells, swinging his ax again. He’s gonna kill him.

Suddenly, green smoke comes pouring out from my palms. It keeps filling the dome, everything is turning to a deep green, fogging everything up. The last thing I see is Kreed staring at me either in horror or surprise. Maybe both. Then the whole dome filled with green smoke.

Let me out. Let me out. I chant to my inner self. Get me out of this godsforsaken dome. I press harder into the dome. I hear a creaking, like old doors, then it turns to a cracking. I can see my arms light up iridescent and flow to my fingertips.

“Press your palms together Dana.” A male voice says.

“Fuck, okay. I can do that.” I pull my hands from the dome and place my palms together. The light starts gathering into my palm and it starts looking like a ball. What the hell do I do with this? “Okay…what now? Oh, dubious voice?”

“Turn around and throw the energy at the dome. Throw it away from your tether and your friends.”

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