I know this chapter was a bit rushed but it time for it to

happen.

Chapter Six

Luce's POV

Despite having taken a couple of aspirin, my headache seemed to crescendo on encountering Cam and the others. How did I know there names? I was more than confident that I had not encountered them in my life. Well this life anyway. Sure I had heard of the hinduist belief of another life, I had joked about being various famous figures with my parents. It was scary how I seemed to know those people; Arriane, Annabelle, Roland and Cam.

"Luce is that you?" I heard Daniel call. Each sound was like a hammer smashing into my brain into oblivion. I rubbed my temples softly.

"Yeah." I answered back, as I pushed off the wall I was leaning against and reentered the dining room.

"You okay?" Everett asked as he saw her.

"Yeah—Just a migraine I guess." I said weakly

I heard two chairs slide across the carpeted floor and went thing both Charlotte and Daniel were by my side.

Daniel rubbed my shoulders as he looked at me concerned.

"Daniel, why don't you go sit down I'II help her." Charlotte's soft jazzy-thick-as-honey voice spoke.

Daniel looked at me, concerned as if asking for permission. I nodded at him, before Charlotte led me towards the stairs and up them, her arms circling me as I we walked, steadying me.

"I suffer from migraines myself, they're a piece of work aren't they?" She joked.

"They definitely are." I breathe out, as one of my hands gripped her arm and the other clutched at her head.

She lead me to down the hallway upstairs, past my bedroom and to the door at the end of the hall, she opened it, revealing a large bedroom, she lead me to the queen sized bed and pushed me backwards until I sat.

"I always find that inhaling Lavender Oil does the trick and if not, then I inhale Peppermint oil also." She smiled and even to look at the smile seemed to dim the pain for a little while at least. She grabbed the large wash basin in the corner and moved to the bathroom, Luce then heard running water and Charlotte humming some calm and soft melody.

Luce looked around the room, it was just as grand as the rest of the house. A chandelier hung from the ceiling. The walls were a soothing magnolia, The wall behind Luce, where the huge bed jutted out of, seemed to be a black silhouette of branches, with cherry blossoms painted on the branches. The Furniture was made of Cedar wood. The carpet was a dark beige and was so soft on Luce's bare feet.

"There we are!" She heard Charlotte proclaim as she came back into the room smiling, she flicked her long blonde hair from her face as she carefully put the steaming bowl on my lap, before she turned to her vanity table to pick up a violet coloured bottle. She twisted the cap off and carefully put a few drops of the clear scented liquid into the hot water before she carefully stirred it with a spoon she had also picked up from the table.

"Now, just as if you had a cold I want you to put your head over the bowl and breathe in the vapours." Charlotte instructed. Luce nodded and did just that.

The floral scent filled my nose and I smiled.

"A flower lover I see." Charlotte smiled

I smiled and nodded as she went about organising her vanity.

With each breathe my head cleared, that was before the torrent of images.

A woman at the head of a classroom with long blonde hair, quite similar to Charlotte.

A man in an office handing over Plato's 'The Republic' who shared an uncanny resemblance to Mason.

Many more images flew through my head.

"Sometimes beautiful things come into our lives out of nowhere…" I heard a voice trail off.

I shook my head and gasped closed her eyes then opened them and Charlotte was right there. Her eyes wide.

"Have we met before?" I ask.

Charlotte gently took the bowl off of my lap and placed it aside.

"Don't fight it, the more you fight it the more it'll hurt." I heard a voice say. I turned towards the door that led out to the balcony and there stood Cam. He walked into the room, followed by the others who spanned out on their side of Cam. Annabelle and Arriane looked at me encouragingly. Roland looked at me, his hands jammed in his pockets.

"You were right…Sorry I doubted you." Charlotte said to Cam her gaze not leaving my face.

"What the hell is going on?!" I asked surprised.

"You know exactly what's happening, listen to your instincts, trust your gut. Delve into yourself. It's time for you to come back Lucinda." Cam said watching me.

After what Cam said. I felt something clawing at her insides, begging to be released. It scared me.

"I can't." I whispered scared

"This is all happening too fast." I sob in pain as more images flooded my brain, All of these people in different eras of time. Mayan times, Ancient Egypt, Renaissance, Age of Exploration, Age of Enlightenment and all the others.

"Dream what you already know, Lucinda." A voice said in my head. Gabbe. I was overwhelmed by grief.

"I can't! I can't, I can't! I'm sorry I just can't!" I cried as I slid off the bed and put my head in my hands.

She felt two people on her flanks and she was suddenly enveloped in arms.

"You are the strongest person, we know Lucinda. If anyone can do this, it's you. You know you can do it, Let it in! You're so close!" I heard Annabelle's encouraging tone.

I looked at the girl and cringed as images and voices blazed through my head, white-hot pain. I felt myself spasm and nearly cried out as I felt a burning in my shoulder blades. my hands clawed futilely and helplessly at my back, there was no wound! Then why was I in this much pain. Annabelle and Arriane backed away as did Charlotte as I fell forward. Weeping and sobbing at the climax of the pain. I looked up and saw everyone's pained expressions and I could see a burning orb of light inside each and every one of them. I spasmed on the floor and then there was a sound of ripping followed by the sound of sails being released. The pain ended and I no longer felt like myself. I was weighed down. On either side of me lay radiant white feathered structures. I reached out and touched it and felt an abundance of power within them. I looked at them gazed as they beat softly.

"Well?" A voice said.

I looked up at the Angels; Charlotte who I knew as Francesca, Arriane, Annabelle and then to the demons; Roland and Cam.

"I am Archangel Lucinda, creator of heavenly light." I gasp

Arriane and Francesca help me to my feet.

"I'm back." I sobbed as I hugged Arriane my tears dripping into onto her scarred neck

"Hell yeah, you are and better than eva!" Arriane grinned as she hugged me back as her own tears fell into my hair

Author's Note: I know this chapter was a bit rushed but it time for it to happen.