Lotus Fervor

By Lucine Raven

"Revelations Between Dimensions"

Bella

After my insides finished imploding and my limbs felt normal again, I opened my eyes to take in the strange, new world I occupied. To say I was awe struck, would be putting it too lightly. For several moments, I simply absorbed the surreal beauty of this place utilizing all of my senses to their fullest until I felt my knees go weak and my lungs ache. Sucking in the fragrant air, I collapsed to the ground.

I was in a serene meadow filled with every flower I could possibly imagine. There were giant sunflowers, tiny daises, dark violets, bright tulips, tiger lilies, roses, forget-me-nots, irises and many of those I could not name. Amidst this expansive bouquet of growth were also flowers, which I had never seen or even imagined. One in particular, a small thing with four, perfect petals hovering around a tiny ball containing a swirling black liquid, caught my eye. Its petals, flawlessly white, were swaying back and forth as if they were dancing. I couldn't understand it, but I was mesmerized. I needed to get closer.

I crept forward on my hands and knees, needing to better examine the object of my desire. I was completely enchanted by the exotic flower. Almost, I told myself as my fingers reached out to touch one of the pedals.

"My, my, my you are progressing rather quickly! And to think, he almost had me worried that I was making a mistake."

My head whipped around and my vision zeroed in on the strange being from my bedroom. Had she brought me here? And where was here? And what does she mean I'm progressing quickly? And what was all of that about her being my maker? What am I? My head suddenly felt heavy as it continued to fill with questions leading to more questions and so forth.

Her hands flung up to her head as she winced in pain.

"Please, Isabella," she begged, "One question at a time!"

I felt my stomach drop as my eyes went wide in fear. I couldn't deny the obvious. She was reading my mind. But how was she doing that? Edward can't read my mind.

And then a deeper fear clawed up my throat as it converted into rage.

"Where is Edward?" I demanded.

She smiled. I was really starting to hate that smile. It looked so kind, but considering what she had done to Edward, I knew it had to be fake.

"You wound me with your thoughts, Isabella."

Her smile dropped, but I would not feel pity for her. My concern was for Edward and Edward only.

"Well, I suppose that is to be expected. You love him, after all."

I felt like she was toying with me. The woman continued evading my question.

"Where is he?" I yelled.

"Exactly where I left him. He is still in your bedroom, on the floor, relaxing."

"Then where are we?" I snapped.

She laughed and looked into my eyes.

"A place between dimensions, Isabella."

I was really starting to get ticked off by her cryptic answers.

"It's Bella." I really didn't like being called Isabella. "And where would that be?"

She looked me in the eyes and replied, "It's rather hard to explain and even more difficult to understand, Isabella."

I felt like steam was going to blast out of my ears. Did she have to stress the Isabella? How rude! And what is with all of these theatrics? What an extremely annoying woman-being-thing-person-whatever!

"I'm am not a woman, a being, a thing, a person or a whatever. I am a physical manifestation of feeling. I am an embodiment of emotions. I am a master of passion in its every form. Some humans call us faeries and others call us pixies. We have also been called angels, though that we are not."

Was the room spinning? It didn't matter. I dropped to my knees anyway and tried to process her—if she even was a her—words.

"I am neither male nor female, however I was a woman before I was changed and have chosen to retain that physical identity."

'I am your maker' and her use of the words 'us' and 'we' echoed through my mind. I was not a foolish person. I had a 4.2 average. I had already taken several AP classes, which I had passed with flying colors. I couldn't mistake what those words implied. If she was my maker then that meant that I had been changed into... something.

"Am I the same as you?"

"No, Isabella. We are not the same. You are and I are separate beings."

That anger started rising again, but before I could scream some obscenities at her, she continued.

"This does not mean, however, that we are not similar. I am on a different wavelength than that of humans. You are also on a different wavelength than that of humans. You are currently in the process of changing. When that process is complete, you and I will be on nearly the same wavelength."

Huh?

"If it would make it easier for you to comprehend then I will label that which I otherwise would not label. You, Isabella Marie Swan, are becoming a faerie."

What? Why? How? Questions once again assaulted me, but this time I easily settled on one.

"Why me?"

"There are many reasons why I chose you. There are minor reasons such as how highly you interest me and how, even as a human, you developed an ability to shield your mind. In particular, however, I have studied how your path through life has sent you into the heart of the supernatural world. Unlike most humans, however, you did not shy away from the unknown, pretending it did not exist. Instead, you embraced it with kindness and total acceptance. You even motivate those of that other world to be kind to one another and accept their differences.

I changed you because you are wholly good, Isabella. You have proven that to be true time and time again."

My brain was reeling. I didn't feel the same nausea from yesterday, but I did feel like I was going to be sick from the weight of the information overload.

"I can see that you have a lot to consider," she said quietly. Resigned, she added, "I will send you back home to do just that."

I didn't think I could speak anymore, but I managed to push out, "And wake Edward up?"

Her eyes twinkled, but she didn't respond. I didn't know whether to take that as a 'yes' or a 'no', but I couldn't bring myself to say anything else. I could only glare as she came closer.

I barely felt her hands on me this time as she transported us back to my bedroom. I barely felt her place me on my bed, laying my head down on my pillow. I could only feel myself shutting down, as my consciousness waned.

Before she disappeared, she whispered, "I will be back to speak to you again very soon. There is much you need to know about your current life path before you can understand and embrace your transformation. Also, I have cloaked your changes from the senses of your vampire and all others for now. I would advise you to not discuss this with anyone until you have heard more of what I have to say." As she winked out, she added, "For now, Isabella."

I couldn't respond, but then I didn't really want to once I felt Edward's cold hand on my cheek. With his touch I allowed myself to relax until I fell into a much needed sleep.

To Be Continued...

A/N: Will she tell Edward? What else will her maker reveal to her? Tune in next time to find out and, in the meantime, please review :D!

Updated 10/03/10

~ Lucine Raven