Chapter 3
Priestess Zoey defeated Neferet, the woman who invades my dreams but I never would've guessed really existed. At most, I thought she was someone I knew in a past life. Apparently not.
Struggling to regain myself, I asked the only thing I could think of at the moment, "How do I remind you of her?" Thinking back, that was actually a pretty important question.
The priestess- my priestess- narrowed her eyes at her window, staring blankly into space. There was a stop sign beside us and a few bushes, but nothing much to stare at, really. Then she looked at me and answered. "Your hair... It's thick and wavey and the color of hers- the same auburn color. And your eyes... Well, they're just so green! But- but the way your features are shaped reminds me of someone else. I can't put a finger on it right now."
I thought about the dream person who spoke to me so many times. Usually the dream was set in a clearing in the woods with nothing but the full moon illuminating the night sky we were always in. She'd be sitting in a huge throne-like chair, and I'd be sitting in front of her in a smaller one that was silver and carved with intricate designs; hers was identical but gold. Once, in a dream a few weeks ago, she mentioned something about me being special.
"Eliza," she'd said my name in that kind, mothering voice of hers, "You do not know how deeply unique you are. You have bloodlines like no other, Sweetheart. I only hope you realize this."
Okay, so I felt a little cynical about what she'd just said. I didn't feel unique or specail, and my bloodlines certainly weren't like no other. Well, they were if you called an Irish mom and a French dad unique. But, other than that, we were extremely ordinary. Interesting things didn't happen at my home. We were just... simple.
"I'm not special. The only thing special about me is... well, you. You being here is special. I've never met you, but it feels like I know you," I whispered, staring at a leaf that was swirling in the wind, intently thinking.
I was pretty sure no one else had dreams about this woman who called herself Neferet. She always talked about how special I was and how she was going to help me realize it; she said I was part of an important family. Sometimes she'd tell me stories or let me talk about my troubles freely. Her advice always seemed so wise. So, that's why I considered her the special thing about me; I mean, up until today, I thought she was just my conscience or a figment of my imagination or something.
"No, Eliza. You are special in your own way. The power of night and blood rests within you; your soul mingles with the darkness. You feel it. When you get mad or need to make an important decision, don't you feel that burning within you that keeps you going, cools you down, and helps you decide?"'
She was right. I always felt a tingling in my stomache- now I'd say it was in my soul, because I could never truely pinpoint it- when I was stressed out. I thought it was normal; I thought it was my mind telling me what was right and what was wrong. I was half right.
"That feeling is us. Your bloodline. Telling you what to do. Listen within, and nothing can go wrong..." was what she'd said when the dream faded to black.
"Well, Eliza, it doesn't matter. It's just a coincidence. Nothing unusual. Well, let's get back on the road and get to your house," Priestess Zoey's resolve snapped me out of the memory of the dream and I nodded, still thinking about Neferet. She did remind me of me; we had the same hair and eyes. She had been real. Zoey had defeated her. She came to me in my dreams. I'd just been turned into a fledgling. Oh, okay, wow. Today was too eventful for me.
Then, to make matters worse, we pulled into my parent's driveway. And I would have to tell them goodbye.
