Page 104 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“How long do you think it will take to get everyone to safety?” Eamon, Evander’s dad, asks Wynonna.

She looks at him, and even from where I am standing, I can see the weight of what she knows pulling her down.

“We have until tomorrow, at precisely eleven P.M. It needs to be sealed then. We cannot wait any longer than that,” she explains.

Eamon’s eyes widen at the short timeline, “There is no way that we will get everyone across in time.”

She shakes her head, “No, but we can try. If we wait any longer, then we risk him finding out and trying to follow. We cannot allow that to happen.”

Eamon frowns, “I understand, and I know that you know more than we do and obviously I trust you. I just wish that we had more time.”

She nods, her eyes fill with shadows, “Me too.”

Once again, the magic builds, and we’re pulled somewhere else.

This time when we come out it's different, I don’t immediately know where we are or what is happening, and the light is a lot dimmer. We definitely aren’t in the castle anymore and we’re definitely not at the portal.

The crashing of waves brings me back to my senses and the sharp cold wet makes my eyes widen.

“Fuck the cave is flooding!” Doc exclaims.

“The tide must have come in,” Raiden adds as he glances at the mouth of the cave. “What the fuck? The sun has almost gone down!”

“How were we in that vision for so long?” River asks.

“Guys, I really think we should be focusing on the flooding of the cave!” I exclaim.

I’ve barely finished speaking when a monster wave crashes into it, soaking us all in freezing water and making me splutter.

“Shit,” Reed curses.

I rush further back into the cave; we didn’t come all this way not to get the flash drive. We need that to make sure that we can bring Dimitri in for questioning. Especially since we know that a silencing spell has been put on everyone who knows who caused the war, which honestly explains why the supes are so quiet on the matter. They don’t have a choice.

“Neith, what the hell are you doing? Get back here. We need to get out,” Ransom yells.

“I need to get the flash drive!” I call back as another wave hits me.

“I’ve got you,” Evander calls, and I glance back to see scales ripple up his arms as his hands glow with magic, and he starts directing the water so that it doesn’t hit me.

I have no idea how long he can keep that up for, so I scramble over the rocks to the back of the cave and then start to climb. My eyes on the small hole that’s up and out of the way of the rising water. The rocks are slick with seawater, and I end up slicing my palms when I slip and have to catch myself. I’m not about to give up though, we need this freaking flash drive. Finally, I’m up high enough and reach into the gap, my hand wrapping around the plastic-wrapped package. Pulling it out, I immediately put it in the pocket on the inside of my jacket and then quickly scale back down the wall.

“Let’s go, it’s getting higher!” Reed yells.

Griff grabs River again, this time grabbing a hold of Doc as well. Reed wades his way through the water and grabs me, and Raiden reaches for Evander.

Evander shakes his head, “I’m good, take Ransom and get out of here, I can hold the water back long enough for one of you to come back for me, but I won’t be able to split it to save someone if they get dropped in the sea and stop the rest from drowning as well.”

“Are you sure?” Raiden asks, already taking hold of Ransom.

Van nods, “Go!”

Evander’s power grows as he pushes the waves back, clearing a path for us to get through.

No one argues with him, although I want to. I don’t want him to stay behind, I want him to get out of the dangerous situation with us, but I know that I will be wasting precious time by arguing with him, time that we don’t have.

I couldn’t anyway. Reed launches us out of the cave, and I look back in time to see Evander shift completely, shimmering teal, blue, green, and gold scales covering him entirely as gills appear on his neck. He’s holding back the water with an ease that I know that he shouldn’t have. Most sirens can control things like lakes, but the ocean is an entirely different thing, it’s too strong and contains too much of its own magic to control, and yet Van seems to be doing it easily enough.

The weather is still bad, the wind howling and stirring the waves into a frenzy as the rain beats down on us. There is definitely a storm coming. The flight back up takes longer as the guys fight with the weather. Finally, we make it to the top, and I look over the edge; the sea is so stormy that I can’t even see the cave anymore, and I look at the guys in panic.

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