Dear all, here's the first chapter of the sequel to The Source. As you can see from the title, the name is called Companero del Alma. It means Soul Mate in Spanish. Hehe…
To new readers who happened to stream in, please make yourself comfortable! =D Don't worry about this being a sequel, you should be able to understand what is going on. If you get interested, you can always refer back to The Source (found under my author name).
Dermot raced down the flight of stairs. He considered orbing, but it would not work well. He had absolutely no idea where Mervyn was going with Glynn.
Perhaps they should have solved the problem earlier. Perhaps he should have noticed that Mervyn harbored feelings for Glynn too. But Mervyn had known that Dermot and Glynn were already in a relationship. He had tried to ask Dermot to back off, and even once tried to beg him to give up Glynn to him.
"Dermot, please. I'm really in love with Glynn. I need her, do you understand?" Mervyn plead, dropping to his knees and looking up at Dermot. It pained Dermot to see Mervyn like that. But one cannot love to order.
A few days ago, Mervyn had stumbled in a drunken state to Dermot's workroom where both Glynn and the latter were. He was shouting on top of his lungs, demanding that Glynn leaves with him immediately. But Glynn made her choice.
"Mervyn, my heart belongs only to Dermot." Her voice, sweet and musical, was sympathetic. Mervyn roared in anguish and swore to return for her again. He kept his promise.
In a desperate attempt to distract Mervyn in hope to slow him down, Dermot spoke to him through thought-speak. Where are you taking Glynn to?
Do you seriously believe I would tell you? Dermot Fallis, if you had given her up earlier, we would not have ended up in this situation! It was apparently impossible to bargain with Mervyn.
You know there is no point in doing this. Dermot reasoned. To Glynn, he asked, "Where are you?
In the left-
SHUT UP! Mervyn screamed. Dermot, you think you're smart, but I'm smarter. You're trying to communicate with Glynn? Don't forget, I'm a witch too.
Dermot orbed into the left wing of the Daybreak Center. He cast out his senses while masking his own aura so that Mervyn could not detect his presence. Don't try anything foolish. He warned Mervyn as he searched the hallways cautiously. He detected a faint presence at the far corner of a hallway and moved deftly towards it.
A bolt of fireball struck his right calf and he stumbled to the ground. Turning sharply to face his attacker, he muttered a spell and a wave of lightning traveled towards Mervyn. Mervyn lost his grasp on Glynn as he tried to counter Dermot's attack. Glynn then took the chance and ran over to Dermot's side.
Dermot took control of his advantage. Following up his attack on Mervyn, he began to bind the witch. "I bind you, Mervyn McMullen, from doing further harm. I bind you, Mervyn McMullen, from doing further harm-"
"No! Stop it please, Dermot, don't bind my magic!" Mervyn cried.
Dermot hesitated. He knew how hard it would be for Mervyn if his magic were bound. "I think he has realised his mistake." Glynn persuaded Dermot.
"Alright. Mervyn, do you promise not to harass Glynn anymore and put your magic into good use, to serve Circle Daybreak?" Dermot asked.
Mervyn bowed his head, "I promise."
Glynn hooked her arm to Dermot's and the two turned to leave. Dermot heard Mervyn muttering a spell behind him, but he could not react quickly enough. Spinning around, he could only stare at the deadly bolt of dark energy fired towards him as his mind tried to think of possible escapes.
But Glynn stood before Dermot at the last moment, taking the blow for him. The impact sent her flying back into Dermot.
Mervyn backed away slowly, shaking his head in disbelief. Apparently he had not seen this coming. His hand knocked into a door leading to an exit, and he fumbled with the knob before he fled. But Dermot caught the unmistakable look of guilt in the witch's eyes right before he fled.
Dermot cradled Glynn's body gently as he lowered her to the ground. He tried to heal her, even though he knew in his heart that it was a futile attempt. The bolt was so deadly it would kill anyone in its path. Still, he summoned all his powers and tried again and again to heal Glynn, not caring about the tears that fell from his eyes.
A hand grasped his wrist tightly. Dermot looked at Glynn, who was struggling to speak through the pain. Then, her chest fell and never rose again, as her hand slipped off Dermot's.
The empty hallways echoed the heart wrenched cries of Dermot. The limp body in his hands shook as he trembled uncontrollably with grief. But he did not notice the transition of the body that lay in his hands.
Skye woke up with a start; his bed sheets a tangled mess around him. He flicked on the bedside lamp and shuffled to the bathroom. Standing before the sink, he tried to regulate his breathing. And then he turned on the tap to its full power and splashed the icy cold water onto his face repeatedly.
Several moments later, he straightened his body and stared at his own reflection in the mirror, not caring about the water that continued rushing out of the taps. His visions had led him to see the past beyond his time, bringing him back to the time when Mervyn had chose to break away from Circle Daybreak and became a man of Blood Iris. Dermot had talked briefly about the incident to Skye in a casual conversation, but the latter had not seen it before his eyes.
His visions had not only showed him the details of the past event, but he also saw something from the future.
He saw Paula dying in Dermot's arms.
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Well well, here this is, my first chapter of the sequel. This would be a good start to let me improve, so tell me what I lack, what I am good at so I know where should I go from here.
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