Chapter 3
Will
"We've had another message from Ben." My brother Trace came into the kitchen and checked his phone. Ben was one of our Savant cronies. He could sense when another Savant was near. The more powerful they were, the better.
"One of his funny feelings again?" I asked and rooted around in the fridge for some leftovers.
"Yeah, he says there's a powerful one in the suburbs of London."
"London?! But we just came from there!" We had recently spent a week in London on a goose chase from Ben. He was too old to go looking for new Savants so we had to do it instead. Never mind the fact that we lived in Colorado and he lived in Kent.
Trace shrugged and grinned. "Sorry, but he's certain this time. We know he or she is major powerful. Like, superhero standard. But they don't have their soulfinder yet. That means they could be getting careless and we really don't need another one over to the other side."
I stood up and stretched. "Fine, you coming or is it just me?"
He shook his head. "I can't come. Diamonds sick and can't fly so I don't want to leave her here alone. But Vick's gonna go with you."
"Vick?! No!" I sat down. "You can't send me to the other side of the world with Vick, he's scary and I'm sure he won't want to stay with me."
Trace's phone rang loudly. "Sorry Will, gotta take this. Oh, and you have to go. Flights are already booked for tomorrow. Sorry."
Tomorrow? I groaned. Why? It's not fair. I don't want to go to London. I kicked the chair and Mum poked her head around the door.
"Are you ok sweetheart?"
"London?"
She smiled apologetically. "Sorry. But Trace can't go because of Diamond being poorly, Uriel's working and Yves is in college. You were the only one free." I frowned and swore under my breath. Mum pursed her lips. "We have to find your soulfinder Will."
"I know Mum." I sighed and sat down heavily. I did need to find her. I was getting angry at the smallest things and its only gonna get worse. Trace had started to get sad and withdrawn till he met Diamond and don't get me started on Zed. If Sky hadn't saved that amazing goal that one time he would be Voldemort's right hand man by now.
"Hey, You're going to London!" My mum smiled and ruffled my hair, not caring that I was nearly twenty and about three times as tall as her. "Maybe you'll find her there."
I laughed bitterly. "Mum, Both Sky and Phee were British. I highly doubt that mine would be too. There are about two hundred countries in the world."
She shook her head. "You'll find her my boy." She kissed my head and walked out the room. "Don't hold your breath." I said quietly and went upstairs to pack.