This chapter is written from Zoey Redbird's P.O.V. It is only a short chapter, but I wanted to get across Zoey's thoughts.
As I watched Isa leave my office, her waist-length Auburn locks swinging gently, it all became clear.
Those eyes, those lips, that pale skin, it could only be from one family. But how could she be one of them? She seemed so excited about Vampyre life, and happy to be here. She seemed so in awe of Nyx and her teachings. She was so willing to learn. She had none of their characteristics, yet she was so obviously from their family.
Should I talk to her about it? Should I let her in on the secret? Obviously it had to be a secret, the girl was bound to get way more attention than she was comfortable with...
I couldn't land all of this on her so soon after she got here, she was sure to go mad with confusion, but every day from now on that I keep it from her I will feel guilty.
I wonder what Nyx found so special about her? Her name – Isa – it means strong-willed, maybe she lives up to that name. Why would Nyx needs somebody strong-willed? Was she trying to warn me of something? Would Isa play a part in defeating whatever it was that was coming our way?
I rose from my chair and moved across to the picture of Nyx that was mounted on the wall on my office.
"Nyx, I am lost. This girl, Isa, she is one of them. Yet she is so different. She has not shown any special qualities, yet you Marked her. Please, speak to me. As High-Priestess I ask your guidance. Where do I go from here?"
I waited for a few seconds, staring into the eyes of my Goddess, hoping, praying she'd communicate with me somehow. She did not. A single tear dripped down my face, and I wiped it away half-heartedly. She had not been with me for so long. I hadn't told anyone this, but I knew Stark could feel my heartbreak. He looked at me with pitiful eyes on several occasion.
I guessed she just wasn't coming, no matter how desperate I was. I slumped back into my chair and started to write to Grandma Redbird. She was the next best from Nyx, and I hoped she could help me.
As I put my pen to paper, I saw a strange purple mist gather above the paper. I sat dumbstruck, staring as a image began to from. Black lines of ink were forming, though I had not yet began to write. They joined together, forming beautiful and intricate and beautiful patterns, more beautiful than any i had ever seen except those on...
I gasped in astonishment.
She was here. Nyx was here.
