Page 184 of Gift from the Source
With CC.
Your soul forced your oldest Nexus member’s emerging to happen. His emerging triggered his brothers’ to follow course.
When you emerged at fourteen, your gifts had been patiently building up and they wanted to be freed as well alongside your elements, but it was too dangerous of a risk.
He had to bound them all to protect you.
They each were unbound with your bondings, giving you time to catch up on all that you missed being raised elsewhere. As well as gaining your memories back.
I broke all this down, my girl, so who we are and the influence we have on the realm would be easier to understand.
The structure of the five daughters’ Nexuses trickled throughout time. They were the original blueprint. The original formation. The first true Primaries.
The Primary is the sole Source of the Nexus.
The realm called the daughters Primaries because they were the center point between them and our creator.
Elementra called us filia mea or filiae.
Us filiae called ourselves Sources.
That is our gift. We are a Source.
We are the source of all blessings brought forth.
We are the Source of Elementra.
You are Ultima unum.
The Last One.
A shuddering gasp falls from me as I sling my mom’s book off my lap and fall to the floor. It takes multiple failed attempts to get my bearings before I finally give up and crawl back to my satchel.
Frantically wading through the mess, I snatch up my infinity journal and the book on true Primaries that CC left. I flip the cover open to the first page in his book while I choke out the search spell in my journal.
“Ostende mihi the Primary bond.”
I strangle back a sob as I read the answer that’s been there for so long. I’ve read it countless times over, but this is the first time it’s all made sense.
The Primary is the sole Source of the Nexus. They’re the center being who can fully activate a Nexus as one and balance the power of air, earth, water, and fire.
My knees try to buckle as I stand and make my way back over to the bed. I grab my mom’s book and stare down at the words that have stopped. I know there’s more in there, but they aren’t revealing right now.
Not that I could handle them.
My blood runs so much deeper than I thought.
Gathering all three books in my arms, my body trembles. I lift my head to look over the bed where my men’s sleeping forms still lie.
I need them.
I need them to know this.
I know what and who I am.
“Wake up,” I whisper.
They don’t move. The power still pulsing in the room is strong and it’s slowly taking its time to recede. The longer it takes, the faster my heart pounds.
