Entry: 11
- A Warrior is born, Identity is learned
Jayson watched in pure horror and despair as the only girl he loved fell to her death.
He could hardly see her face with all of her hair constantly moving around it, but the one thing that never got covered was her eyes.
They closed slowly and she seemed to take a deep breath. Like she was completely at peace while Jayson was screaming his heart out.
But what took them both by surprise was a sudden blue light that covered Finn’s body and suddenly jerked her to earth. Her eyes flew open in surprise and she called out something, but the wind interfering caused it to be unheard.
Jayson suddenly realized that it was the Hyven.
They had Finnley.
And he couldn’t do anything!
He was about to electrocute them, but that would only make them lose their hold on Finn, who would still die. And he also couldn’t do that because then H.U.N.T.E.R would know.
So the only thing left, was to watch them take away the only thing that gave him a reason to live.
He let out a yell as he banged a fist into the steering wheel.
“Are you and Finnley ok?” Martha’s voice came through the com. Jay was doing his best to keep the hurt, anguish, and pain under control. But he still ended up snapping at her.
“No! No we are not ok. She’s gone Martha!!”
There was a moments silence.
“Gone as in dead?” Kaden asked.
“No! Gone as in the Hyvens have her!”
Jayson shook his hand as the electrical shock ran up his arm.
He couldn’t loose control now. He had to keep on the good side of H.U.N.T.E.R so they could get Finnley back.
“We’ll get her back Jayson. We’ll get her back.”
Jay was surprised to hear the new girl talking to him as if she knew him.
“Bekah’s right. We’ll do what we can to get her back. You have my word.” Martha promised. With that Jayson was able to calm down long enough to stop the electrical flow.
“I’ll hold you to that.”
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“What have we got?”
“Did she have her phone on her?”
“No. Her bag was left in the car. Along with her guns.”
“Alright…we can work with this.”
“There’s nothing to work with Kaden!”
“Shut up Maxxie!”
“Guys. Arguing amongst ourselves is not going to bring Finnley back.”
Rabekah shouted over the loud noise. Everyone fell quiet and all eyes were on her.
“Jayson. Did you see the license plate of their car?”
Jayson nodded.
“Yeah but I already checked it out. It’s just a rental car. There’s nothing here.”
He groaned and punched the table. The screen flicked momentarily on the table as his powers got away from him.
“Wait a second…” Kaden walked up to the screen in the table and quickly looked up something.
“What?” They moved to Kaden’s side of the table and looked down at what he was going.
“If they rented a car, they have to give an address. I know it’s not much, but it’s something to start us off.”
“Ok. We’ll start there.”
“Jayson.”
He turned around and saw Martha standing in the door with a worried look on her face.
“Yes ma’am?”
“You’ll want to see this.”
He walked up to her and she handed him a file.
He watched her walk away before he opened it. Looking at the top corner he took a deep breath.
“Jackson Leavenworth.”
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Finnley had no idea where she was, or really…what had just happened. It was all hazy and a little blurry.
“Hey boss. She’s comin’ around.”
Her eyes shot open and she realized she was cuffed, her head hurt like crazy. Actually her whole body did. It was like she was going into spasms. Really, really bad ones.
“Well hello honey dear. Nice of you to join us.”
She looked up and saw the familiar Hyven standing over her.
“The pleasure’s all mine.” She said in a controlled tone.
“Ah…” He glanced behind him at a group of men in what looked like, white robes. “She’ll make a fine diplomat.”
Finn’s brow furled.
“Diplomat? Why do you want me to be a diplomat?”
“You’re so much more then just a diplomat child.”
An elder man stepped up and the tall, skinny Hyven stepped back with his head bowed.
The elder man waved his hands an another came up and unlocked her cuffs.
“Walk with me.”
She rose, slightly unsteady, from her position on the floor, and looked around. They were in the basement of a building it looked like. However it was very interesting because it was decorated much like the Persian era.
Rugs of rich colors covered the floor, paintings covered the walls, which were painted a deep red. There were no chairs, just large round cushions scattered on the floor, most were around low tables that held various things. She didn’t see one piece of modern technology anywhere, save for the lights.
“My name is Azad. I am an elder of the Hyvens. Please excuse our method of bringing you here.”
“You attacked us. And you want me to excuse that?” She didn’t raise her voice, knowing her tone would affect how the words would come across.
The elderly man lowered his head and gestured to a cushion for her to sit on.
“I understand your concern. But I assure you, no one was hurt.”
“What about Jayson? Is he ok?”
The man nodded.
“Very much so. And he is right now…” He picked up a fob watch, which she thought was a little odd, from the table before them and opened it.
“On his way here. We will not stop you from reuniting with your Templar, but-”
“my ‘Templar’? care to enlighten on that subject?”
The aging man sighed.
“I will get to that my dear Almera…” Finnley gasped. “Yes…It is true. We do know you’re true identity. Your father did a very good job in keeping you hidden. But he promised us that when you came of age, you would learn your true identity. And the time has come Almera.”
Finnley’s mind was spinning with questions. Like who was this man? Why was the room decked out Persian style? And how on Earth could he know her real name?!
“I see your eyes are swimming with questions. I will do my best to answer them in the little time we have before your Templar comes storming the place.
First off, we are not the bad guys.”
“Then how come you’ve been killing people?”
“Who says we’ve been killing them? Well my dear, let me explain myself. We are very, very old. The Order. Your people call us the Cult. But we are not a cult. We are the Order of the Last Persians.”
Finnley sighed.
“Oh boy.” She muttered.
“You doubt me. I understand that doubt. You see in the time of the Holy Crusades, the Persians were to be no more. However there were few of us, Hyvens you call us, that escaped with out lives. Together we multiplied and we only wanted to live in peace with the world. We never wanted to be at war with it. We only fought back with people who started the fight. Killing them in the end, yes. But I believe your government calls it self-defense. But then the government created H.U.N.T.E.R, and then we knew we had to find the one from the prophecy.” Azad raised a finger to keep Finnley from asking what the prophecy was.
“I do not have time to recite it too you. But here. As soon as you get the chance, open this.” He handed over a thick envelope with a wax seal on it.
“Only let your Templars see it however. No one else.”
“’Templars’? I thought there was only one.”
“No my dear. You will see. The prophecy will revial some of that, and the rest you will see for yourself. Now, as your Templar has found out, your father was indeed a Hyven working for your government. But your father was not a bad person. He went to great lengths to keep you safe my dear. Every sacrifice he made, he made for you.”
Thousands of images warped through her mind. She remembered how many times they moved when her father was alive. The day her father told her that her name had changed and she had to remember what her new one was. She never understood any of it…Until now.
“But why? Why do I need protecting?”
The man gave a sigh.
“Do you realize how bad you are shaking?”
Finn looked down and gasped as she found that her hands were worse then they had ever been.
“That is the first sign my dear.”
“F-first sign of what?”
“…that you’re awakening.”
It was like his words was a trigger to a massive bomb. Her head felt like someone was taking a saw to it, and her vision was blacking out. But…not really. She was suddenly seeing a different place all together. Men in (modern) armor with large rifles ran down the halls and busted down doors. She saw a flash of blond hair, and the sound of unsheathed metal. She suddenly seemed to be standing right in front of Jayson as he marched towards a door. Dressed in complete black, he had to sheathes across his back with two curved swords drawn.
Then it was gone.
Just like it had come, the pain suddenly went away, as did the weird vision.
“What just happened?” She asked. Realizing she was back with Azad in the Persian room.
“You my dear, have so much more of bigger destiny then you ever first thought. Come.”
They rose quickly and walked briskly down a hall.
“You are the one from the prophecy. You are the only heir to the throne, and the only one with the Persian royal bloodline.”
“What are you saying?”
The man stopped abruptly and turned to her. Grasping her shoulders gently, he looked down at her with kind eyes.
“You, Almera, are the Princess of Perisa.”
Finnley knew this was absurd. It was Prince of Perisa. Not princess. Yet Azad looked very serious.
“That boy. Is your Templar. Your protector. He was never needed up till now. But he was always watching over you. He always will be. Even if he doesn’t know it. Your ways will never be separated. But yet there is another. You shall see. However, we have no time to indulge that matter any further.
Almera. As Princess, you have responsibilities. One responsibility I do not wish to bestow upon you, is that of a secret. The secret to the very existence of our people. Come.”
He let her go and continued down the hall.
“What secret? And why do you trust me so eagerly? How do you know that I wont go and blab this secret to my agency?”
“Because…” He stopped at a wooden door, and turned to her. “Once you see it…you’ll know why.”
He opened the door and gestured for Finnley to step in.
At first she was hesitant, but for some reason, the man’s reassuring smile convinced her it was safe.
Gasping as she entered the room, her eyes welled up with tears.
“Oh my sugar cookies…”
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