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Max echoes my thoughts- I hope we can finish this before Trevor gets here too- one wierd thing to deal with at a time. I look over at Kyle, knowing he hates it when things are unsure and 'weird'. I know he only deals with the alien stuff because he cares so much about us, otherwise he would have headed for the hills long ago. I take his hand a squeeze lightly, glad he is here and reassuring myself as much as anything. I'm sure he isn't happy to hear about Trevor, but I hope he'll have some answers for us.
At that moment I hear Trevor's voice in my head and he seems like he is trying hard to control it. *I'll tell you everything that I am able to speak without bringing about trouble *
Cryptic much? I'm not sure what that means so I decide to keep that last part of the conversation to myself for now.
Wanting to get this over with before he arrives I turn to Adam and hold out my hand shyly, blushing lightly again.
The problem with changing the world is that it makes any life beyond that impossible...
Watching Tess with a smile, I am happy when I'm rewarded by seeing her lips lift in an enchanting smile. Her cheeks are nearly as bright as the rose, which makes me wonder if she had ever recieved such a gesture from anyone before. I know one thing, I plan to find out. Not at the moment, but at a later date when the timing is right.
I watched her stand and as she came beside me, I moved over with a smile glad that she was going to be sitting next to me. I hoped Isabel would instruct everyone to hold hands, though it wasn't a necessary part of the following magic. I turn to see Isabel preparing the obsidian mirror that Grandfather Finn had given her nearly a year ago.
"Trevor's on his way, Max. He knows a lot, and he isn't quite who we thought. I hope that's ok" Tess speaks from beside me, gaining my attention again as I note she appears to be concerned.
"Okay," Max responds, "I hope we're done with this before he gets here..."
I don't respond. Instead, wanting to help ease Tess' mind, I place my hand on hers, forgetting that we'd already called up potent energy and the second my hand touched hers I felt the energy flare sending a bolt of pure positive energy through me. It was as though she was a conduit. I looked at her with concern, hoping that it hadn't caused a negative sensation in her as it has been known to do to others in the past.
~Isabel~
Once everyone has gathered in the circle, I set the obsidian mirror in place, the candles and incense are lit as I silently word out the wards and charms that go with each. Once I was certain everything was set, I retook my seat. When I speak, the magic carries my voice in a soft, caressing whisper, "Once again, please join hands." I begin, I can tell by Adam's expression that he was hoping I'd do that, but he wasn't aware of my true intention where the binding of hands was going to be necessary. "Those of you here that feel you don't belong, that you have no powers, no true gifts, I tell you now, it is you who will carry the most potent and purest of potency within you." I looked at Alex and Kyle in turns, "All people have an energy, a strength, but many never learn how to tap into that and use it for good. Today, you are gettingyour first chance to do so."
"It is your will that is stronger, during this hour you will be a guiding force in how well this works." Taking a breath I glance at Adam, "First we call forth the image of he who we seek to find."
Adam nods and I watch as he drew in a deep breath and a look of pure concentration filled him. A moment later, in the center of our circle, Michael's illusion appeared and I knew without asking that each of us would see this illusion as though he was looking right at us. Liz would see him facing her, Max would see him looking at him, and so on and so forth.
"Eyes can close or remain open as we focus." I place my gaze upon the mirror as I begin to speak out the spell, "Open window, open door, they seek to see, they seek to soar. Over sea and into sky, let their senses fly. It is within my gift and power to command this airy hour and to ask that what they see bring no harm to them or me. As I will, so mote it be."
I glance around and note the look on Adam's face and then see his expression change as he realizes the wording I used. "Isabel?" He questions, his tone filled with concern and fear.
"Cousin," I hear Liz and turn to see that she too is looking at me with concern.
I shake my head and continue, ignoring their concern and seeing to it that they can not stop me from doing as I planned.
"I call to those who hold the power, unto me your help endower. Rise up the wind to aid my flight, open your eyes and aid my sight. My body remains but my spirit flies free, As I will so mote it be." I intoned and closed my eyes, feeling the power that spread through the room.
A moment later, I felt my spirit lift from my body and I looked around the room where my earthly form now rested. It still sat straight up, eyes closed and hands clasped but now it was an empty shell. I saw Cameron, Liz and Adam all looking at me fearfully and even Serena who I knew had heard us speak of different magic's seemed to have an idea of what was going on. However, their focus didn't remain on me for long as I noticed the scrying mirror fulfilling it's duty.
The spells power began drawing me away, up through the ceiling and soaring over the land. Everything seemed to blur as I flew quickly across the landscape until I came to the desert. Once there everything seemed to look exactly alike, but it wasn't. I saw a large rock formation and was soon feeling the rock around me as my spirit flowed through the formation and down until I found myself inside the complex, winding hallways greeted me and I saw several armed men and women, labratories and weapons rooms.
Soon, I was passing glass chambers that seemed to greet me even as ahead of me I saw a metal door, one that appeared to be the only one of it's like in this place. Even before I came to the door, I felt an oppresive shadow and knew that there was danger. Yet, I didn't let myself be called back to my earthly form. I phased through the door and was greeted by a horrid sight.
"Michael." I whispered in shock even as my astral form stepped over to him and placed a hand on his shoulder though I had no idea whether he would feel it or not. I'd never done this sort of thing before, never known I would even use such a dangerous spell.
"You don't belong here, witch." I heard a raspy voice and turned to see a man, a guard actually being used by a shadowy spirit. "You've involved yourself in something that will cause you, like your namesake to die. Once you die, so shall the others. They will be easy picking." The voice continued.
As the threat turned to the others, I felt power flare and shook my head. "You are dark, I am light. Even light shines in the dark of night, no harm can you bring to me and mine, when that which we know is divine. By the power of three by three, I bind thee. As I will, so mote it be."
The shadow snears and twists, gaining shadow form, leaving the human even as I hear him say, "This isn't over. I'll be back."
~Adam~
I realized from the warding what Isabel was going to do and it scared me, I tried to speak out before she continued but it was obvious she was ignoring me. This risk was a deadly one. If one wrong thing happened, she could die. I couldn't let the others know though. I couldn't believe she risked it. I sense the instant she seperates and though I want to keep watching her, someone has to tend the scrying.
Looking at the mirror, I realize that the powers had obviously combined so that Isabel was still in charge in some ways. The mirror began to cause a swirling mist above it and soon an image of Michael appeared. I could see that he was clearly chained and men in lab coats were sticking him with needles, yet there seemed to be something we weren't seeing. "Let what we see expand and clear, for the senses far and near." I notice the magic Isabel had begun seeped over to me and made my voice sound, even to my own ears, like a caress. I was used to Isabel's doing that, but I can't ever recall having that same thing happen with my own voice.
As I watch, the image shifts becoming a clearer 3D image. Nearly filling the circle now, I can see it move as though zooming out a camera so that we could now see the room in it's entirety where Michael was chained. Unfortunately, it also allows us to see his captor and I catch the guy called Kyle stiffening from his position in the circle. I read the Sherrif's lips, trying not to think about how upset Kyle seemed. 'Our weapon will kill your kind easily, Michael. It just so happens that you will be lucky enough to be our test subject. Now, tell me how many more out there are like you on Earth and who they are? I want names and if I don't get them, you'll end up seeing just what I'll do to those lovely girls when I have them brought in here.'
I glanced at Cameron, knowing she was pretty good at reading lips too, but I'd also been using telepathy to translate what I'd been seeing for those words. He was talking about Cameron and Isabel! Knowing that the boy, Kyle was likely very upset, I remembered that I needed to warn everyone in the circle. "No one is to break this circle until Isabel speaks. To break it before then could cause her harm.." I didn't add that it could also cause Isabel's death. They didn't need to know just how much Isabel was risking at the moment.
Looking back at the image I shudder as I see the Sherrif holding up some sort of weapon that looks like it had energy of some sort fusing through it. He aimed it toward Michael and I cringed. "Goddess, no. Protect him." I found myself praying. I should stop the scrying now, or at least broaden it so we can get a location, but I can't risk it with Isabel astrally unavailable. I glance at Liz and Cameron, hoping that as I begin, they will take their cue from me.
"Hearts and minds, open and free. Only then can we meet our destinies. Because these things we all hold dear, we allow five to witness what we do here. In this place and in this night, we open this ritual to their sight. This I do willingly."
"As do I," both Cameron and Liz respond together.
"I call to Air, both restless and sweet, On her breast my wings will beat. Rise and turn and blow your breath warm, come and stir the wind but do no harm. I am Air and she is me, As I will so mote it be." Liz begins, her element Air, begins to stir the air around us and as I watch the image, it appears to be doing the same there.
"I call to Water, Rising and ebbing tides, let that which flows be pure and clean, lovely water, stream and sea. Within you heart, life came to be, with your soft rains bring no harm, no pain. I am Water, she is me. As I will so mote it be." Cameron takes over, her element water seems to be heard as though crashing against rocks.
"I call to Earth, generous and deep, in her we sow so that we may reap. Give us you charm and bring no harm. I am Earth and it is me. As I will so mote it be." I plan to close the ritual in this manner when a voice so like Isabel's sounds and though I look at Isabel, I note she is not speaking.
"I am Fire, her heat and light. In her heart life burns strong and bright. Flame like the sun, bring harm to none. I am Fire and She is me, As I will so mote it be." The elements seem to swirl around the room until they rest behind Isabel where seperately they begin to take forms. All four are female and I know that one of them was the last Earth, as the others are Air, Fire and Water.
"Ancestors, guardians, what can we do?" I question, knowing that my words were open ended.
"Before the danger comes to pass, all must be bound to complete the task. I am Fire, my sin must be atoned. The time grows short, Sister to Brother, Brother to sister and love to love, the Storm Is Coming and with it the dark. I am powerless and I am lost."
"Trust is one, justice is two, love without boundaries is three and faith makes four. You are the four, be stronger then what made you or all is for nothing." Air spoke and then the four vanished, the elements shimmering until they seemed to soar into the mirror. Glancing around, I note that it seems as though time had stopped, no one moved or seemed to breath besides myself, Liz, Cameron, Serena, Kyle and Alex. It was strange to see such a thing, but as I returned my gaze to the mirror it seemed to shake and then everything returned to normal.
Suddenly the weapon fires and I see chords shoot out of it and Michael's body begin to spasm and I realize that volts of electricity are going through him. "Dear Goddess, no!" I exclaimed softly, my eyes watering as I forced myself to hold back the emotional release.
I felt the instant Isabel's spirit and body rejoined and glanced at her, watching as she lifted her head and tears slid down her cheeks. She must have still been there when the Sherrif had attacked Michael. "Lift and soar, show more of what we seek. As I will so mote it be." She choked out as she released her first sob. I wanted to get up and go to her but it wasn't time.
The image expanded, lifting until it went through rock and up intil all we saw was a large rock formation that reminded me of a large bullfrog. I saw as a small glow begin to emanate from one area of the rock and knew that the mirror was helping us locate the entrance. The power shimmered and faded out.
"Let now the magic that's been called, be now sent forth to where it was. As the circle was placed strong, we thank you for the protection given. Let now that closed path become once more open." Isabel finished.
I jumped to my feet quickly as the circle became closed and it was safe to move. Moving over to her quickly, I wasn't able to reach her before she crumpled to the floor, her head barely missing the table. I knew that everything was wearing on her, that performing so much magic, dealing with having been abducted, learning Michael was gone and everything else, it had exhausted her. I lift her in my arms and cradle her carefully as I look down at her. "Isabel needs time. She's exhausted and needs time." My voice was normal now, yet low as I feared that exhaustion wasn't going to be the only repercussion. She could have died. That thought terrified me to no end.
I take Max's hand, I wanted to help Michael, and decided, I'd do everything I could in order to help him.
I looked around. I was getting weired out by all this stuff, I wasn't use to this. I mean, sure I'm an alien, but i've lived a normal life until recentley. But now Michael, and I don't know.
I listen to everyone carefully, and then I hear all these words from Isabel. They're witches. I never would have thought. I watch the scene going around me. It dazzles me. This Michael must be some hell of a guy, to have all these people worry for him.
I try to follow the incantation as Isabel speaks but I feel that I'm getting confused in the words spoken so oddly as if they all have six meanings beyond the one I hear. Her words seem to be about leaving, not finding, as I expected. Although, truthfully, I really don't have any idea what to expect. I only hope that me being here is really going to be a help to her.
Then Adam moves, looking at the black mirror. I follow his gaze and see it, the white room with the metal door, Michael chained to a bed and Kyle's dad standing over him with two other guards nearby. Remembering Adam's warning about not speaking, I bite back the gasp that comes to me, stealing a quick glance at Kyle who is white as the room.
Looking back to see what's happening, I notice a shadowy figure in the middle of the room. In a moment, I realize that it's Isabel. She's there. I can hear Adam's voice in my mind, just like Maria or Tess (or Michael and Trevor.) It's Adam's voice but I know it's Jim's words.
'Our weapon will kill your kind easily, Michael. It just so happens that you will be lucky enough to be our test subject. Now, tell me how many more out there are like you on Earth and who they are? I want names and if I don't get them, you'll end up seeing just what I'll do to those lovely girls when I have them brought in here.' The sheriff says. I realize he's trying to make Michael think that Cameron and Isabel are his prisoners. I'm glad that Michael knows the truth. But the references to a weapon that can kill us scares me.
Suddenly, four new translucent figures appear, warning of dangers and atoning for sins and a coming storm and darkness. I can see Michael responding to the sheriff, but I can't hear what he says as Adam is concentrating on the words from the four new beings.
Before I can figure out what that could possibly mean, Jim hits Michael with a taser. I know it's not the first time he'd been hurt that way, but I also know that a taser isn't designed to kill aliens. There's something more going on there. Something very bad.
Suddenly the images in the stone in the center of the group changes. I see the desert and a large stone and beneath the holographic image, on the surface of the stone, there's a map. I know where this is. It's not far from the reservation...
Even as I recognise it, Isabel speaks and Adam races for her side. I know then that it's over, but I'm still careful before I get to my feet.
"Isabel needs time. She's exhausted and needs time," Adam says.
I look at Kyle, not able to even guess what he might be thinking. We've always been careful around his father, knowing he had connections to people we wanted to be hidden from, but this -- This is more than we'd ever guessed. He's actively seeking aliens so he can kill us.
"Kyle?" I ask. He still hasn't moved.
Kyle shakes his head, but doesn't look at me.
"Kyle. It'll be all right," I promise, hoping it'll be true. I have no idea how this is going to work out...
I look up at the Donovans to see if they can offer any further explanations or suggestions. I see that Adam is still cradling Isabel on his lap. She's trembling and pale.
"I'll be right back," I promise Kyle as I step towards Adam. I pause about a foot away. "I might be able to help her," I say.
~*Kyle*~
I can't even describe the things I'm feeling as the magic goes on around me. It's intense and beautiful like motion and music. It's simply amazing.
Then I see the room and the amazing becomes horrifying.
It shouldn't be a surprise. We already suspected. But still, somehow seeing my father there was like having a pole stuck through my stomach. He looks so intense and hateful. I'd never seen him look that way before. And the words I hear in my head - in Adam's voice - are enough to turn my blood to water. He really is out to kill aliens. He's trying to kill Michael and if he knew, he'd kill Tess and Max and Maria.
I really don't see anything after that. There are ghostly figures and strange words but none of it matters. I saw my father tazer a boy chained to a cot. A boy that looked like the drawing and everyone recognised as Michael.
Time passes. Or maybe it stops. I'm so fuzzy from the drugs, I'm not at all sure. It could be five minutes more; it could be five hours. It feels like a lifetime, but finally the scientists move away.
I take one breath, trying to find some kind of balance, but I see that the sheriff has returned. My nightmare man. He asks the scientists what I've said, but since they never asked me anything, I hadn't said a word to them and it's clear that they couldn't hear what I said to Maria in the brief dream.
Is she coming? My angel Maria and her friends, Max and Trevor? I can't get out of here on my own...
The sheriff moves close and bends over me. For a moment, he's so close I can smell his breath. He backs up only slightly before he begins to speak again.
'Our weapon will kill your kind easily, Michael. It just so happens that you will be lucky enough to be our test subject. Now, tell me how many more out there are like you on Earth and who they are? I want names and if I don't get them, you'll end up seeing just what I'll do to those lovely girls when I have them brought in here.'
I'm still dizzy and my body doesn't seem to be working right. I can't speak and I don't want to, but I know I have to. I work it, remembering how to move my jaw as I try to make sense of his words.
A weapon to kill me and other aliens. I didn't even know if there were other aliens here until today. Max and Trevor and Maria. Those are three names that the sheriff would want but I won't tell him. I've never seen them in real life, but I know they're my friends, just as much as the Donovans are. Just the first names wouldn't mean much to him, anyway...
He's threatening to hurt Isabel and Cameron, but Max said they were safe. Max...
"You ... don't have them," I manage to tell him. It's probably a mistake, but I trust Max. I'm sure it's true.
The sheriff glares at me and in the next moment, he shoots the taser. The pain lances through me as my body stiffens and spasms. When it ends, I lie limp and slack-jawed. I can't move. I can't speak. I can't even turn my head to watch him. I just lay here, watching the ceiling and waiting for whatever comes next ...
When I first touch Adam's hand I feel a tingle of electricity shoot through me, although I'm not sure if it's my attraction to him or something else. In fact, I'm not even sure he felt it, but when I look curiously at him he is looking back concerned. I give him a small smile, hoping that he won't have a problem with me being... different. I know that he seems ok about it all, but would it stop him if he wanted to... ok Tess. Stop. Focus. Plenty of time for that later.
I watch as Isabel and then Adam begin the ritual, amazed when I can see an image of Michael appear before me. I study him, trying to see if it's visible, the thing that makes us different from Alex and Kyle, if it's possible to see it just by looking. I've known Max and Maria for so long that I wouldn't see anything, but I'm hoping that Michael might give me a clue- how people can see, and why they would want to.
After a minute I realise I don't see anything but a nice looking boy about our age.He looks like he might be our friend at school. He just looks... human.
Finally tearing my eyes away from him I look at his surroundings and the other people arround him. Seeing Kyle's dad is like a kick to my stomach. I know we suspected, but hope never dies naturally. Looking at a man who I've known for years it hurts my heart. To know what he was capable of, to know what he would do to me if given the knowledge and the chance. I want to look at Kyle, to seek his reaction, and reassure him, but I'm paralysed with fear.
It only increases when I hear Adam's voice relaying the sheriffs words Our weapon will kill your kind easily, Michael. It just so happens that you will be lucky enough to be our test subject. Now, tell me how many more out there are like you on Earth and who they are? I want names and if I don't get them, you'll end up seeing just what I'll do to those lovely girls when I have them brought in here.
As scared as I am at this moment I also feel a little thrill of rebellion. How mad would he be if he knew that all this time we had been right under his nose? That the pizza he bought and the videos he rented were for the very people he was seeking to destroy? My chin comes up a little at this thought and I feel a little better as I try to follow what's happening with the figures that have suddenly surrounded us.
I look back to Michael, wondering how he can deal with all of this, and if I could help somehow, when I see the Sheriff shoot something that obviously causes Michael a lot of pain and I can't help it, all thoughts of relbellion banished, the tears just start to roll down my cheeks.
Almost immediately Adam drops my hand and rushes over to Isabel, catching her as she sways and drops. I know I should get up, turn to Kyle, try to help Isabel, talk to Max about Trevor, but I can't. I've known Sheriff Valenti for so long- how could I be so wrong about a man I once wished was my father? Vaguely I hear Max talking, and Kyle - Kyle just sits there next to me, also not moving.
With great effort, like I'm moving underwater I turn to him, knowing that right now we need each other. A small part of me is afraid of Kyle now, knowing what his father is capable of makes me wonder about him, but I know him too well, and I've seen his heart. He is incapable of this kind of cruelty and I'm sure that this has hit him harder then anyone.
I look down and realise that our hands are still linked and so I tug lightly on our bond, hoping he'll look up from the revery he seems to have fallen into and that maybe we could talk about this.
The problem with changing the world is that it makes any life beyond that impossible...
I was silent, listening to things going on around me even as I was busy trying to keep from screaming in rage at what Isabel had done to herself and what had just been done to Michael.
"Kyle?" I vaguely hear Max speak. "Kyle. It'll be all right,"
"I'll be right back," I feel more then see him move toward me, my focus being on Isabel at the moment. "I might be able to help her."
I look up at that, wondering just how he means. Of course, knowing that he was an alien, it wouldn't surprise me if he had some way of doing so. I give a light nod as I speak, "I'm willing to let you try to help if you want to."
I ran a hand through Isabel's hair, moving strands from her face even as I looked down at her and muttered, "You were always so stubborn Iz, idiot move." Looking back up, "Do I need to move her or anythig?" I asked Max. After everything that we'd just all seen and what we were all going to be doing, I trust Max. I don't know how he'd be able to help, but if he's willing to try and thinks he can, I'll let him.
Adam's comment about Isabel's 'idiot move' tell me a lot. This wasn't planned. Somehow, she did more than she was expected to do and that's why she's in this state. I don't know anything about this magic that they do, but if this is simple physical exhaustion, not something magical, then I should be able to help.
When someone suffers fatigue, there's a build-up of certain chemicals in the blood which my powers can affect. And if there's more to her collapse, some small injury or another, I can help that, too. If she were an alien, like Maria or Tess, I'd be able to directly give her energy to replenish herself, but I don't think that'll work with a human.
"Do I need to move her or anything?" Adam asks.
I shake my head as I get to my knees in front of him. "This is fine," I tell him. I take her hand in mine and then reach up to brush the hair from her face. She seems to be barely awake, nearly dozing.
Keeping one hand on her face, I bring the other up to her chest, laying it flat on her blouse just below her neck. "Isabel? Can you hear me? Please look at me," I say. She seems to blink and her face moves slightly in my direction. "That's good. Look at me," I say, encouraging her.
With a deep breath, I start the connection, my heart and breathing falling into sync with hers, matching her rythem. In a moment, I've made the healing connection. I pour my energy into her, healing. Images and feelings flash across my mind. It's Isabel. Who she was.
I try to ignore the images, concentrating on the healing, but I can't block them entirely. I see a small blond girl of about six standing alone in the woods. Suddenly, she blurs and becomes a wolf. Before i can think about that other images follow. She's sitting in a web of energy performing her magic. Here, she walks alone in the woods, seeming content. There, I see her watching as Liz and Adam play but she herself stays at a distance.
I feel myself growing winded, tired, and I break away from her. I exhale slowly, catching my breath as I look at her. I recognised some of those feelings from my own past. Keeping to myself, even amoung those who are like me, although I think her reasons aren't quite the same.
Isabel returns my attention and I think she looks a bit more focused, no longer on the verge of collapse. I draw one more ragged breath, nearly back to normal myself, and then ask. "How do you feel?"
The angelic blond at the head of the circle suddenly stand up and walks over to my surprise. I don't know anything about all this of course, but from her earlier words I had figured she would need to concentrate...
When she holds out her hands, I find myself even more shocked though. The idea of her inviting me and Kyle... We're human, we're used to that... We don't have any special powers, or abilities like the rest of the people in this room... Yet, she is suggesting that we can help... I'm not going to say no... I can see that Kyle is torn - probably still thinking about his dad, but when he then stands and joins her, I don't think about it anymore, standing and following them over, taking a seat next to Isabel.
Another mention of Trevor is made, along with Max's hope that we'll be done when he arrives. I notice that none of the Donavons seem to respond to this, and I assume they are trying to centre themselves...
Isabel instructs us to hold hands now, assuring Kyle and I that we can help. She speaks of an energy and a strength, but in truth I'm not sure I really hear the words as much as the sound of her voice...
Finishing with this, she turns to adam and the ritual begins proper. In front of me I see an image of the boy Liz drew earlier - Michael - and I look over at Kyle, wondering if he is seeing the same thing.
Isabel chants, and then falls silent again. I look over at her, sensing a change but not completely understanding. There's a look in Liz and Adam's eyes... Cameron and Serena too... I have a feeling something else is going on here...
Not knowing what though, my attention focuses instead on the mirror as an image appears, growing until it fills the circle. It's so real...almost as though you could reach out and touch those inside... Of course that's because it is real...this is happening...I realise unable to take my eyes away from the image. There's a sinking feeling in my stomach as I recognise Kyle's dad, and it's as though an icy blanket has settled over me. I look over at Kyle and see his face. His dad...his dad is involved in this...
I almost do want to reach out, to see if you could just pass your hand through it like a mist, but Adam's words of warning banish that idea as it begins. Again I notice the look on Liz, Cameron, Adam and Serena's faces, and I know this isn't just about Michael anymore... Adam doesn't elaborate on what 'harm' means...but I have a feeling it's majorly bad.
Again Adam begins to chant, followed by Liz, Cameron and then back to him.
Suddenly then I hear another voice, Isabel's I realise. I look over but she is still...words are not coming from her.
What happens next is difficult to explain, but the sight of Michael as the electricity shoots through him is something of a horror... Nothing you could imagine...
Then I hear Isabel's voice again, she's back with us, although understandably disturbed, and the ritual continues.
And then...before I really can comprehend what I'm seeing...it's over...
Isabel collapses and I look over but Adam is by her side in a moment, lifting her in his arms saying that she is tired.
Realising there is little I can do there, I look to Kyle who looks almost as drained as ISabel albeit in another way. Is it surprising...we suspected about his father, but suspecting and seeing are two different things completely... Max says it's going to be okay, but how...?
Tess is with him though, so I turn my attention to the last member of our side of the group, looking to Maria. "You okay...?" I ask her gently, standing and moving over to her now.
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"Everything is happeneing so fast, and so intense, Alex, when I went into Michael's dream, I felt something, I felt that I found that little piece of me that was missing all these years, and what If I loose him, what if I just find him, and i'll never get to meet him, we have to help him get out Alex, we have too." I cry.
