Sea Witch: Children of the Waves (10 page)

“Shit! Fucking fairytale.”

“What?”

“Too late, little sister.”

They swung toward the sound of the voice.
Her sister had not moved, but it was Tabatha’s voice in her head. Tabatha was
waking up. Knowing they had one chance, no matter the path she’d viewed there
had always only ever been one chance. And Sienna took it. “Take her, Cyrus. Get
out of here now!” Sienna shouted to Cyrus.

“I can’t leave you.”

“The only way to save me is to take her.
Go now.”

“There could be more guards.”

“None among the living would venture
here, Tabatha counted on that. Now, go!” The illusion would not work against
Tabatha, so she removed it from herself, but not Cyrus. He would need it to get
himself and Shawnah out of there. “Remember a kiss. Once you’re in the dark
depths.”

As soon as Tabatha had spoken, alerting
them she was waking, Sienna grabbed onto her consciousness, so she could not
move. Could not wake up. She placed her own kiss upon her niece’s brow. Now,
she moved to stand beside her sister, touching her forehead, putting up mental
blocks to keep Tabatha unaware of the couple, unaware of Cyrus. Giving him the
time, he needed.

She glanced over at him and watched him
pick up Shawnah, the illusion encompassing her now, too. Sienna smiled then
turned back to face her sister.

“You’re stronger than I thought, little
sister. But not strong enough I think.” She spoke in her thoughts, but her eyes
hadn’t opened.

“You’d be wrong there.” Sienna pulled
every scrap of moisture she could draw from the realm around her to hold her
sister, giving the young couple the precious time necessary to make it back to
the portal. She dug deeper and sent Tabatha back into a dreamless sleep,
dulling her senses. She would not have much time.

Removing her hands, she backed out of the
room, then turning, she ran the way they had come. Thanking Poseidon, she
encountered no more guards, because she no longer had the strength to craft an
illusion of invisibility. She made it back through the tunnel and into the dark
waters. Even though unclean, it helped rejuvenate her flagging strength. Then
she swam for the portal, a race against time. She did not bother to waste
precious seconds and turn to see if she was being pursued, or who might be
following. It wasn’t her sister, not yet—she used all her energies to
move faster than she’d ever moved before.

Up ahead, she saw the doorway to her
waters. The dark outline of the portal loomed so close, but still just a little
out of reach. She could make out three figures, through the murk standing
before the door. If she could make it over the threshold, they could shut the
portal. Her powers were strained, and she was so tired fighting against her
sister’s resistance, but she pulled powers from her very soul, she had no
choice. Since that is what she risked. If she were caught here, she would
certainly die here and be trapped for an eternity.

“Sienna!”

The scream of rage came from behind her.
But she did not slow down…didn’t hesitate. Aaron was on the other side of that
door. He depended on her—he needed her. If she did not reach it in time,
her death would close the portal from this side. That is the path she had viewed,
what she kept from Aaron. Xavior would know what to do from the other side and
Shawnah. For Cyrus’ kiss would awaken her powers. All of them would do what was
needed, and she had placed her knowledge in her niece’s subconscious.

She had just reached the portal, the very
tips of her fingers touching it, but there was a barrier. Like a wall had been
placed over the opening, she could see to the other side, but she could not
pass through. She raised her hand, calling forth her powers. Water swirled around
her palm, pushing against the barrier. It was like pushing against a balloon,
her hand stretched, extending into it, but it only expanded and engulfed her
hand within the barrier. Not breaking through. Still, she pushed, Tabatha and
her minions were right at her back, she would not have much time.

Then she saw the three figures standing
directly before the doorway, two large males and a smaller one on the right.
She could not see their features only gray silhouettes, but they knew she was
in trouble. Then the one in the middle, raised his hand, suddenly, a large
strong hand grasped around hers, and she was being pulled. Her body felt as
though it passed through a harsh waterfall refusing to yield her passage, her
skin was bruised with each brush of water, but the hand kept pulling her.
Salvation lay on the other side, but she continued to feel the pain, until she
was held securely in her mate’s arms.

“I got you.”

“Close—door. Close. Door.” She
gasped and for the second time in her life, she passed out.

COMING LATE 2015

SEA CHILD

Children of the Waves #4

“Help! Help!”

Cyrus
heard the frantic cry for help while he was at the controls of his boat. He was
already out in open water, planning on leaving the area. He’d been around long
enough and some were beginning to notice he didn’t age, but he couldn’t ignore
this. Cutting the engines, he heard the cry come again, from the shore. He
figured the person in need of help had to be in the water. Placing his hands
over his eyes to shade them from the sun, he scanned the water near the shore.

A woman frantically paced the beach,
pointing toward an area to the right of where he was.

He couldn’t see anyone in obvious
distress, but there was definitely a riptide in the area. The person could’ve
been dragged under and farther out to sea.

Not waiting a moment longer, he dove in
anyway. He had better than average vision underwater. Who was he kidding? He
could see underwater, period. In fact, he could swim to unheard of depths
without scuba or any kind of gear. Fucking merman or some shit, but without the
tail.

He had no idea why he could do that and a
few other things. If staying under water for hours wasn’t weird enough, he was
94 years old, but looked like he was in his early twenties, when he’d seemed to
stop aging. Unfortunately, his mom died before he could get answers. Like what
the hell was he? And who the hell was his father?

The place that listed the name of the
birth father on his birth certificate had “unknown.” From age thirty, Cyrus had
lived his life in constant motion, never staying one place for long. The only
thing remaining the same was the sea. His affinity with it, he’d been a sailor
all of his life. More comfortable being on a boat and near water than anywhere
else. Perhaps somehow, he knew it was here where he would find all of his
answers.

He noticed a few dolphins swimming in the
area toward him and then away, then doing it again. Like they were trying to
tell him something. Anyone who knew anything about these mammals knew they were
smart as hell. Even sailors learned to heed them. Their actions weren’t
hostile, but they seemed to be trying to communicate with him, like they wanted
him to follow them—so he did. He dived overboard. Maybe, they knew where
the person had gone under.

Swimming down well over a hundred feet or
so, he finally spotted the movement of a person. The dolphins moved out of the
way, but he didn’t need them now. The long hair and slender body told him it
was a young girl, and she appeared to be swimming in circles. How the hell she
managed to get this deep he didn’t know, but she was obviously buzzed,
experiencing nitrogen narcosis. She probably didn’t know which way was up. He
came up behind her and she spun around, smiling at him.

Smiling back at her, he gestured up. She
shook her head and he took her hand, swimming upward, pulling her with him as
fast as he could move. Which was pretty damn fast. As soon as they broke water,
a lifeguard was there to assist him with her. They both helped her onto the
beach, and she fell to the sand.

The woman who’d been crying for help
raced toward them, as well as a few other people surrounded them.

Knowing she’d be all right, Cyrus thought
it best to disappear. The last thing he wanted or needed was attention.

He moved away from the crowd and the
ambulance, making its way toward the people on the beach. When he was far
enough away, he returned to the ocean and swam back to his boat.

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LaVerne Thompson is an award
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