CHAPTER 5: DIFFERENT DESTINATIONS
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“ Mum, is that a shooting star?” A little girl by a building asked in wonder.
“I don't know honey”
“But its so fast” she added staring in amazement.
It wasn't a shooting star. It was an elemental sphere. Something Vanessa did when they went through the portal. They were so high in the sky and they were literally bright. Guess that's why the little girl thought it was a shooting star. She steered the sphere so fast and on course to their home.
On approaching the gates, a dragon scale barrier encased her mansion, it had a red aura around it and also something only her and other supernaturals could see. The barrier opened on their arrival and closed up again when they went through. She gave them a soft landing supporting Zachros’ footing as they landed. The angel of lightning was in no state to walk but even in close contact with death, he was showing some grit.
The maid; Sheila who was actually Vanessa's younger sister opened the door.
“You had quite the adventure” Sheila said grabbing Zachros by the arm.
“And he looks like……”
“He was poisoned?” Vanessa finished.
“Yes he was and that's why we need to go to the angelic realm” she added walking hastily to the sitting room.
“We are back now. So can some one tell me what the hell is going on” He asked demandingly, in a tone Vanessa had never quite seen him display in 18 years.
“All I heard during your fight with that demon; miss Shelby? was dragons, demons, hocus pocus and some other s**t about me being a war ending abomination” he continued angrily.
“First of all Clint, her name was Sheltaz and second, you're not an abomination.” Vanessa replied in a calm tone.
“THEN WHAT AM I !!!” Clint blasted his hands bursting in flames, his eyes flaming red, the insignia on his chest brightening up.
“You're a Quadbrid” a calm familiar feminine voice replied.
“Natalie?”
“Yes Clint its me and I need you to calm down. Please” Natalie pleaded softly placing her palm on the bright insignia on his chest. Clint had always had a soft spot/crush on Natalie. Natalie felt the same and that explained the warm feeling she had when she touched him. They looked into each other's eyes for a moment. Their neurones flaring with emotion, desire, even lust.
Clint started to calm down, his hands stopped flaming, his eyes weren't fiery anymore and the insignia on his chest dimmed. He looked at Natalie, her hand still on his chest. He felt some shame though; shame of looking monstrous in front of her.
“Am sorry you had to see me like that” Clint apologised, his tone more gentle this time.
“Yeah no need to apologise about that bro” Patton replied.
“Patton!” Clint exclaimed, quite surprised.
Natalie and Clint awkwardly separated themselves. They knew what Patton was capable of with just the right information.
“Who else is here?”
Patton pointed to the right where Asher and Victor stood smiling awkwardly.
“Bro, from tomorrow….” Victor said
“Am sorry, did you say tomorrow?” Vanessa interrupted.
“Yes”
“Sorry palooza but there is no tomorrow for you lot” Vanessa added.
“But why?” Clint asked.
“Cause you're a the grand prize Clint. Every supernatural realm is on the hunt for you. Some want you for the wrong reasons while some want you in the path of the light.” Vanessa explained.
“But what about them?” Clint asked, walking towards his friends.
“They're gonna be targets too nephew.” Sheila, who had been quiet, spoke up.
“But where will we go?” Patton asked.
“The realm of the dragons son” Sheila replied, nodding her head in pride.
“Since that's all settled…. Sheila, I am gonna need you to prepare a draconic gate linked to an angelic plane.” Vanessa instructed.
“Yeah Vanessa but that's gonna take some time. The draconic gates are only used to travel between draconic strongholds so linking it to an angelic plane is gonna take some time” Sheila said. She started drawing a kind of rune, a dragon crossed by the spears of an angel. She snapped her fingers and the rune lit up in flames. She joined her palms together and some essence left her body.
“What is she doing?” Patton asked eagerly.
“Like she's creating some kind of portal” Asher replied, a bit startled himself.
“Okay I've got Zachros. Clint, are you ready?” Vanessa asked but the boy just nodded. The tension between them had become intense ever since he saw her fight in the library and just worsened every minute that Vanessa refused to tell him anything.
“But what about my friends?” Clint stopped walking. Sheila walked quickly and grabbed Clint on his shoulders.
“Clint, I need you to go with Vanessa. I am gonna take your friends to the dragon realm. I'll talk to my father and he wouldn't think about it twice. I promise nothing would happen to your friends.” Sheila said with pity eyes, hoping it was enough to convince Clint.
“Okay, at least you were honest with me” he replied coldly. His words hurt Vanessa like snake venom. She felt guilty even though she wasn't. Clint was feeling betrayed, no doubt, but he hadn't heard her own side of the story. He wasn't being fair in the matter.
“Clint” Natalie called out. The latter looked back at his friends sadly.
“Be careful!” they all blasted in unity, putting on smiles to cheer him up. It seemed to work a little though cause he gave them a goodbye smile to confirm it.
Clint turned back to the direction of the portal- draconic gate and walked towards Vanessa holding her by the hand. The grip seemed to comfort her a bit and she smiled at him.
“You ready?” Clint asked this time.
“Yeah”
“We better be cause he needs us to be” Clint reffered to Zachros, the dark green veins already up to his neck. Death lurking very closely around him. The poison made it feel like his insides were burning, he could hardly move or breath. The poison had already reached his heart. His brain was the only source of life left. He groaned in pain and kept mentioning “Avalon”.
“Whoever this Avalon is, he's either a problem or a solution” Clint said
“Let's hope he's the second one” Vanessa added. Clint looked back at his friends and smiled, then the walked through the gate.
It didn't feel like they walked through, it felt like they were pulled in by an invisible force. Inside the gate wasn't just a normal passage, it was a storm of elemental and violent energy, heat and cold swirling together prickling the skin. Torrents of broken realities, whirlpools of energy, flashes of realms, whispers of past travellers and even memories one thought he couldn't access.
“CLINT! WHATEVER YOU DO DONT LEAVE MY HAND!” Vanessa shouted.
The gates were much more wilder this time, the sounds were deafening, something Vanessa hadn't seen in a long time.
They kept walking through the storm but then, something caught his eye, he saw a memory, displaying itself in the stormy void of the gate. He saw Vanessa standing beside a woman on a hospital bed. A man also stood there, his hair having strands of green in it and having a certain resemblance to himself. He was carrying a baby cherishing the moment like it would never occur again. He took his stare back to Vanessa and the woman. She seemed to be telling her something but the thunderous sounds in the gates wouldn't let him hear it. He walked closer in an attempt to ……
“CLINT!!!” Vanessa blasted, jerking him back to reality. He had let go of Vanessa's hand and she had just noticed.
“I've seen the light, the light of the angelic plane. We have to go.” Vanessa added breathing heavily. He turned back to the memory but it had dissapeared. He was saddened, the display had given him a lot to think about especially since he saw Vanessa in it.
“Clint?” Vanessa called again.
Clint shook his head and walked back to her. They walked towards the light and the storm seemed to be clearing. They could already see flashes of the holy city. They were spat out as soon as the reached the end. Clint felt his lungs and his heart burn, his skin giving off the aura of both elements, the pain was bitter sweet but in a split second he felt reborn and then vomitted
“Don't worry, you'll get used to it” Vanessa teased. “ Now let's go find this Avalon” The three then wandered into the golden city of angels.
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