Light in the Shadows

A living legend

Jayla was beautiful. I had never seen anyone as beautiful as her. She had light chocolate skin and the most beautiful brown eyes. While her aura showed me she was purely human, I could also read in it that she was close to be imprinted by a werewolf. We started brushing her horse and she began speaking to it in Druidic. I quickly studied her aura again. It was the pure white of a pristine human. I understood every word she was saying to the horse. It was odd; she spoke the old tongue better than most witches. I even recognized the dialect.

"You speak Welsh," I said recognizing the southwestern dialect of the Gailic language. Her pronuciation of many of the words

were older than I expected.

Jayla looked up at me a shocked expression on her face. "I speak a little."

I was so distracted by Jayla that I failed to detect Peter until he spoke.

"I would guess Pictish." A voice said from the entrance.

The moment I turned I felt his raw power, it was unlike anything I had ever felt.

"Jayla, tell your father we will have a dinner guest, and let Mrs. White know to ready the Ambassador Suite. Please apologize to them; I forgot we were having a guest," He ordered Jayla.

The girl only hesitated a moment before obeying the order. I studied an aura that was a multitude of impossibilities. This man was more than seventeen-hundred years old. I could see that his mother had controlled Fae magic, but had never been a captive, she must have been a druid. It was also clear that his father was a werewolf. So, he was a Hybrid! The odities didn't stop there. This man's glamour had somehow mixed with the mana of mages, and it was clear that he had access to vampire's blood. Surprisingly, his spirit magic was considerably weaker than mine. That didn't mean that he was weak.

"It would be more safe to speak in my study." He stated. He turned and led me into the house.

I don't know what I expected to find. Okay, one thing you need to understand, everything has an aura, a spirit. Most of the time I don't pay attention to mundane auras., but when I stepped into the house I noticed something. Every piece of furnature, paintings, and most items were well over four hundred years old. Even discounting the quality of the items, that meant this place was full of wealth. Everything had a magical aura around it. I didn;t understand the specifics, but something allowed me to know that they protected the place, and kept it looking new,

We walked from a dinning area, to a wide hall, we turned to the right, towards the front of the house. The hall widened into a huge foyer. Opposite the double front doors of the house, two staircases rose to a massive balcony at the second floor. A massive chandalier was suspended thirty feet above the smoothe granit floor. Peter pointed to the right.

"Thats the music room." he said nodding to the right.

He then led me to the left into a huge office. It was decorated like a Renaisance library with the exception of the wide computer moniter that sat on a huge teake desk. Peter walked around the desk and sat in an expensive leather chair.

"Take a seat. I hope you don't mind, I will be taking notes." He said as a pulled out a notebook and opened it.

I looked at the chair facing the desk it was made in fourteen hundred by Venician craftsment. "I can't sit on that. It was made in fourteen twelve, by Venician craftsmen, the wood came from the black forest in Germany. It must be worth a million dollars!"

Peter looked up at me as he jotted something in his notebook. "It is spelled. You could pee on it and it would be okay. Take a seat, we will be here for a while. I take it you don't have an eye for furnature, but that you can somehow read the auras of non-living things."

"Everything that exist has a connection to the gods, which is a connection to life. I have captured and merged with stone, wood, earth, wind, fire, water, and metal. This allows me to read the auras of nearly anything." I replied.

"Interesting, I always considered such talk nonsense, but your observations make me think. Tell me how you became an expert in the spirit realm at such a young age, who are your teachers?" He asked.

I took a breath; I didn't like dicussing this part of my life, but this man would understand. "I killed my foster-brother when I was five..."

Peter listened to the story quietly. He never interrupted me, but he took several pages of notes. When I finished he looked up.

"So you spent most of your childhood in the spirit realm learning from a druidic priest, an Akkadian high priestess, a Navajo skinwalker, a Chinese seer, and an Egyptian Priestess of Anubus. Your traditional education was received in a mental ward. You only have about a year of experience with children your age, and those children are traumatized by a war fought against the Fae in Akadia." He said.

"That sums it up." I agreed as a knock sounded on the door.

"My dad said supper in ready." Jayla's voice said through the door.