Page 214 of Gift from the Source
My head falls back as a laugh I couldn’t suppress falls from my mouth.
It’s genuine.
“It seems time has not done well by your looks or smarts, Silvia, but your humor has most certainly improved,” I say as I wipe away a fake tear from my mirth.
Her face contorts in rage, but I shake my finger to shush her as I see she’s preparing to spew a bunch of bullshit I don’t care to hear.
That does nothing but make her angrier.
A series of fireballs comes flying at me and I spin around the little cubicle I’m confined to.
Chuckles continue to slip through my lips as she fires off more strikes. Each dodged and each miss has her bellowing in rage. She won’t step across the line of the Star gems, though.
She knows that would mean her death.
In her blind fury, she sets the entire square I’m standing in on fire. A simple flick of my water has the small little flames sizzling out.
I know what true fire feels like. I’ve allowed it to consume me.
She could never compare.
I tsk and shake my head disappointedly. “What exactly was your grand plan? Capture me or kill me?”
“You will be mine. TODAY!” she shrieks. I wince disgustedly at the tantrum. Her chest heaves heavily as she stares me down with a crazed twinkle in her eye. “You’ll sit in my trap until my Master kills your brothers, your parents, everyone not willing to bow to him. He’ll capture that stupid bitch you all share. Then he’ll come here and collect you.”
My eyes trace over her from head to toe.
Teenage me that I’ve kept locked away for so long pokes his little head through my soul. His mop of messy dirty-blond hair covers his eyes, and he brushes it away so he can see her clearly.
Him and me. Me and him.
Were one and the same, but we perceive what’s in front of us so differently.
He wants to crawl back deep inside of me and hide.
Whereas I find no fear at all. Only disappointment.
I don’t allow him to run. I force him to sit at the forefront of my mind and stare down the monster that’s haunted us for so long.
She’s not as scary as she’s always seemed.
I gently coax him to see what I see. Look at her real good, then think about what we’ve become. Can she really hurt us?
That answer is no. She could never hurt us again.
There is only one who truly could, and she would never.
The picture of my true Primary fills my mind. He runs his fingers through her wild light brown curls, laughing mischievously as he pulls a strand.
The monster before us is long forgotten as he follows the light of my Primary. He runs free through the crevices of my being.
The final dark piece of tainted sludge slips off my soul and I release a deep, clean breath.
“For eighteen long, long years you held a piece of me you had no right to. I allowed your vile claws to stay embedded in me far longer than I should have. That was a me problem. I no longer have that problem, though,” I say as my shadows slowly start crawling down my arms.
The look of pure fear and shock pleases me, but really, I don’t need or want anything else from her other than her head.
I’m not the boy she trapped once in this same situation.
