Page 49 of Whispered Warnings: Part One

I nod smiling, my heart warming at his concern but I can’t help but point out, “It wouldn’t have helped me on my walk last night. There was no cell service in whatever realm that damn imp dropped me in. But I will get one, I’m hoping that last night’s occurrence was a one off.”

“I fucking hope so,” Ransom mutters. He changes the subject before I can question him on it, “Technically, that happened not last night but the night before. It was morning by the time we went to bed, and then we slept through the following night, waking up this morning.”

I wrinkle my nose, pulling a confused face, and say, “Whatever you say, that just hurt my brain.”

The table chuckles, and I start to walk out to go and get my card. I wasted quite a lot of time with my freakout this morning, and I desperately need to get some stuff. Not just clothes either, I need some more shampoo and conditioner thanks to the number of times that I have had to wash my hair since I arrived here.

As I’m walking out of the room, I hear Raiden say smugly, “It’s not my fault I thought ahead.”

I clearly missed the first part of the conversation, but his words are met with a lot of good-natured name calling that he effortlessly and joyously returns. I head up the stairs with a smile on my face as I listen to their laughter.

As I step into my room, my eyes instantly land on Winston.

“Are you okay?” he asks me immediately.

I have no idea if that question means that he knows about my trip to the realm or not, so I ask him, “Er, I’m good, actually. Do you know where the imps sent me?”

Winston’s eyes widen slightly, and he asks, “The imps sent you somewhere?”

“I thought that’s what you were referring to?”

Winston shakes his head, “No, I was referring to the Choosing.”

“You know about that?” I ask, taking a seat on the bed next to him.

He nods, “Yes, of course I do. I am a spirit guide.”

“So you know all futures then?”

He shakes his head, “No, I am only privy to certain futures. This is more of a knowing when there might be a threat to you, plus your distress called to me and the other spirit guides.”

I frown, “It did? Has it always done that?”

Winston nods, “Yes, but it wasn’t until the bazooka incident that you have had the strength to see us. I imagine that it has something to do with your magic making itself known more.”

I smile, “Got it, that makes sense, I suppose. Do you have any advice for me? Is it likely to happen? Am I worrying about nothing? Do I need to prepare? Am I even going to survive it as a human?”

Winston’s eyes widen slightly at my barrage of questions, but he only takes a moment to gather his thoughts before he starts to answer them.

“I can’t tell you much, not because I don’t want to but because I physically can’t, I don’t know. As you know, there are things at play that even we, as your spirit guides, don’t understand. I can tell you that no matter what happens, whether the Choosing gets triggered or not, that it is the way that it is supposed tohappen,” Winston replies. He then adds, “Preparing is always a good idea.”

I nod, “Yeah, you make a good point. I suppose it is better to be over prepared rather than underprepared.”

“Exactly,” Winston replies with warmth in his eyes. “There’s something else that you need to remember, Neith.”

“Yes?” I ask, slightly suspiciously, when he doesn’t immediately carry on the conversation.

“You asked me if you would survive it as a human,” he repeats my own words. He doesn’t give me a chance to say anything else or confirm anything, and he continues, “You aren’t human, Neith. I imagine that if the Choosing were triggered, you would survive it. Perhaps not easily, since it is designed to be difficult and train warriors and also because your supernatural side is only just beginning to reveal itself, but I would be extremely surprised if your destiny were to die in the Choosing and not come back.”

I am unsure whether to be reassured or not by his words. He hasn’t really answered whether the Choosing is going to happen, but then that’s because he doesn’t really know. He seems to be working a lot on assumptions and I’m not sure whether that is a good thing.

“Okay,” I reply simply because I don’t really have much to say to that, and change the subject, “Wallace helped me after the whole dead thing at the clearing in the woods, and I am certain that he gave Raiden some advice on how to save me too because I can feel his magic within me.” I will admit that I am slightly fishing for information, Raiden never did tell me exactly why I can feel his magic, and why my intuition is telling me that he did something big in order to save me. I continue my thought process and ask, “What is the best way to say thank you to him? Wallace, I mean not Raiden. I can thank Raiden the usual way.”

Winston smiles a raccoon kind of smile and says, “You don’t need to do anything to show that you are grateful for his help apart from saying a simple thank you. That is always appreciated. However, if you were interested in doing something, he is partial to cinnamon buns.”

My eyebrows inch up in surprise, “You guys can eat?”

Winston chuckles, “Of course we can.”

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