Casters of Oblivion
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Chapter 11: Moving forward
Ginger's POV
They haunt me every night. Every time I closed my eyes, I see nothing but a nightmare. The one that continues to haunt me in my sleep. Again and again, it repeats, always the same. Like on a record player. As if I was living in my own Descensum. Directing myself into a personal hell. Only this wasn't hell, but my own nightmares.
It's always the same. I'm back in the forest, the moment he left me. The sky dark
Upon my travels, I hear a music box playing. I come into a surreal scene. My bedroom in the forest where a duplicate of me lay in bed while he crouches on the bed, hovering over my form like a predator. Next to the bed was a wolf wearing a necklace, one Eleanor would wear. The beast growled at him wanting to step away from the clone in bed. Though
I approached the scene with caution till noticing my laptop covered in centipedes. I gasped at the insects typing in the nonsense of random letters. A shuddered went down my spine till focusing on him.
"Edward," I forced out.
"I'm not him." He said softly.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"You know who I am." He said, still focus on the sleeping clone. "I'm you. What do you want, Georgia?"
"I want you, Edward," I mumbled.
"That's not my name," he said. "My name is nothing. "
As he turned his attention to me, his appearance changed into a reflection of me. She stared at me with emptiness. Eyes so dark as if there was no life in her. The moment she spoke, his voice left her lips, "You're nothing."
After those words left her lips, a man would appear and snap her neck. I was catatonically in shock to see the death. Never seeing one in person or consciousness. The man was my father. He stared at me with those dark sapphire eyes that held limited emotion.
"Georgia-"
However, I screamed. The suppressed screams of the horror of witnessing my own death.
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That is when I wake up screaming. My body curling into a tight ball as the pain in my chest returns. It isn't when somebody is grasping my shoulders; shaking me to wake up do I realize it was a dream. When my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I see it has Zelena who woke me.
She shushed me, rubbing my arms. "You're okay. You're okay."
I panted; adjusting myself till looking at the alarm clock seeing it was three in the morning. Zelena combed her fingers through my hair, assuring me it was nothing but a bad dream. She picked up the vial of sleep draft then sighed.
"I thought this potion was starting to work," Zelena murmured. She sat up straight. "Can I ask you something?"
I nodded.
"Hanging out with Eleanor and Jacob, seems to take your mind off things a bit?" She asked.
I nodded again.
"You know, sometimes you got to learn to love what's good for you." She explained. "You understand?"
I debated on answering that. I know she means I have to let go of him. Zelena mentions before that there are different types of love in the world. The love for Eleanor was that of a sister and Jacob was that of friends is what keeps me going. Let alone, Zelena's love that of an aunt in a sense. But…I just can't let him go. That one year I felt pure happiness. To feel the love in a romantic sense was something unique. The one thing was taken from me.
Zelena sighed, "Of course, what do I know? I'm just a terminal bachelorette. Close to being a crazy lady with cats…well, substitute the cats with young hormonal witches."
I couldn't help but chuckle, "There's always Chief Swan."
Zelena chuckled as well and adjusted the blanket, "Get some sleep."
I nodded, bringing the covers closer for warmth. Zelena got off the bed and left the room to retire for the night. I, however, remain laying there contemplating about the dream with my father in it. Why is he appearing in my dreams? Sometimes I wish I sleep longer to see what he wanted.
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Eleanor's POV
My cellphone rang early Sunday morning. I yawned still exhausted from yesterday training and the potion I took. The past week has been spent on recovery and homework. Of Course, Jacob was determined to finish the second motorcycle. So Friday after school, I came over to help out on the final repairs. Although, around nine at night Zelena called saying she needed me back in the cabin. So I told Jacob to get some rest and spend Saturday with his friends.
"Hello?" I yawned.
"Want to ride the bikes?" Jacob asked.
"Bikes? Aren't we still repairing them?" I yawned, again not getting the message.
Jacob chuckled on the other end, "I finished them last night, Quil helped me finish last night."
Now fully awake I stared at the alarm clock to see it was ten in the morning. "Jake, what time did you go to bed?"
"Two, so are we riding?" He responded.
"On my way," I said.
Quickly I got out of bed and dressed for the day. With a quick breakfast, I told Zelena I was heading out taking the Wagoneer and trailer with me. I tried to get Ginger, but Zelena told me she was asleep, having another nightmare. I nodded wishing she gets well.
When I arrive, the annual routine happens. I pulled in, Jacob running over, we share a hug with some joke then head to the garage to fix the bikes. They both looked a bit rusty from the weather, yet with some more elbow grease and a paint job, I'm sure they'll work.
I walked over to the Honda XL 250 taking a seat on it. "My dad will surely love this."
"Yeah," Jacob said as he rubbed his neck.
"What's wrong?" I asked sitting up straight.
Jacob sighed as he leaned against the Rabbit. "If I told you I couldn't have fixed these bikes, what would you have said?"
I stared at him as if he grown a second head, "You doubting yourself?"
"No. Definitely not. I mean, they'll run fine." Jacob said with a slight snort then sighed. "It's just, uh; maybe if I was smart, I would have dragged out the rebuild a bit."
I sighed getting off the red bike and walked over sitting next me. "If you told me you couldn't repair these bikes, then I would say oh well, what do you want to do now?"
Jacob looked at me analyzing my answer then nodded with a laugh. "Like cliff diving."
"Yeah, like cliff diving," I said then stop. "Say what?"
"Yep, we're goin' cliff diving once it gets warm," Jacob said.
"Well, until then, let test out these bikes," I said and gotten up. "I claim the red."
"Sure, sure," Jacob said.
The first thing we have done before riding our bikes was the gear. Gideon had sent me some important gear from a motorcycle jacket and helmet if not securing my glasses. Jacob, on the other hand, put on a vest over his normal jacket but no helmet.
"Dude, seriously," I said.
"Trust me; I know how to ride a bike. Do you?" he challenged.
"Yeah," I answered.
Jacob chuckled as we took the bikes out. Jacob although doubt my ability and came over as I took a seat.
"Okay, where is the clutch?"
I rolled my eyes and set my hand on the lever on my right side of the handlebar. I gripped it, keeping the vehicle balanced and straight.
"Now where's your brakes?" he asked.
I moved my right hand and curled my fingers around the lever over the throttle. "Main brakes, while the one by my right foot is for later use."
Jacob chuckled, "Gear shift."
I nudged it with my left calf.
"Seriously, how do you know all this?" he asked.
"My dad has his own motorcycle collections," I answered. "Been riding since I was sixteen."
"What? Is your family rich or something?" he asked.
"Something," I muttered.
I wasn't going to tell Jacob that my family is awfully rich. Coming from a direct line of Caster nobles and using any family members with psychic abilities to predict the stock market.
"Okay, so follow my lead. I know a secluded place he can drive freely." He said.
Jacob got on his bike and kicked start it. I grabbed the clutch and squeezed it tight, kicked hard a few times on the pedal and sighed in relief when the bike purred. Jacob called out if I was ready, which I balance my foot on the bike. With nothing else said, he took the lead down the road while I followed him.
There was an unknown wind blowing against my face passed the helmets visor. Practically whistling in my ear. It was like I was transmutation. The only difference is that I can see my surrounding instead of jumping from one place to another.
Jacob was twenty feet away, still in view as we went over the zigzag, curvy roads along the cliffs. The view was amazing until spotting a bunch of men on the end of one cliff. At first, I thought they were messing around, so I decided to mess with Jacob and drive passed him. Jacob complained about a laugh trying to catch up. Looking ahead, I saw the group of men pushing one of their members off the cliff.
Gasping I hit the brakes, dropping everything and rushing to rail to use my magic. Before I could use my telekinesis, Jacob came over laughing. "Relax, They're not really fighting, El. They're cliff diving. Scary as hell, but a total rush."
"Seriously, at that height?" I asked.
"Yeah, most of us jump off the lower levels," Jake said his voice a bit bitter, even his eyes darken some. "We leave the showing off to Sam and his disciples."
"As in Sam Uley?" I asked which Jacob nodded. "You got some kinda beef with him or something?"
"I don't know," Jake answered, "They just think they run this place. Embry used to call them hall monitors on steroids. Now look at him?"
Looking at the cliffs now were only two guys. I could only assume was Sam and…
"That's Embry?" I asked astonished, watching him dive like a professional diver. I haven't seen him in an awhile, now there he was all different without his long hair gone. Then I recall Embry stopped coming over when we build the bikes with Quil and Ginger's help. I asked why he doesn't show which usually ends up with a sour face and a change of subject. So I consider it to be a mild dispute. However, now I see why.
"Yeah," he breathed
"So…what happened to him?" I asked.
"He missed some school. Now all of a sudden starts following Sam around like a little puppy. Same thing happens to Paul and Jared." He said, slightly paranoid. "Sam keeps giving me this look... Likes he's waiting for me to do something? It's kinda startin' to freak me out."
The expression Jacob held reminded of other casters who believe they've been targeted by hunters. Though I never in counter a hunter, but many of my kind who have become paranoid. For a hunter will not strike unless having evidence of magic being present or direct orders from their chain of command. It has been nearly a century since the last secretive witch-hunt. All of it ending since World War One. But there are a few rogues, dedicated to the extermination of magical being since the dark ages.
Figuring out a way to comfort Jacob, I placed a hand on his shoulder. "Just ignore him."
"I try," Jake sigh.
Looking back at the cliffs I saw Sam Uley there standing there. For some reason, I feel like his eyes were on us. Let alone the presence I felt when the Alpha Guardian was watching me when entering the forest. Something about Sam doesn't seem right. From the day I first met him on La Push when he stared at my necklace, the search party when Ginger was lost in the woods, and now. He wasn't normal.
As if Sam noticed us staring back in return, he turned around taking several feet back before rushing ahead and diving into the water.
"C'mon, let's keep going," Jacob said.
I nodded, fixing my helmet and getting on the bike. Jacob waited until I got the engine rolling before we headed off to our destination again, which was an open dried out field with a view of the mountains. We've spent the entire day to early afternoon enjoying the bikes until returning back to Jacobs home. Afterward, I drove back to the cabin in the wagoneer thinking about what Jacob said and the way Sam Uley was staring at us from such a distance.
When I return, I found Zelena on the couch reading a book. She lowered the book and smile, "How were the bikes?"
"They are perfect, my father will be pleased," I answered sitting across from her.
"That's good; it's amusing how the River clans are addictive to the excitement." She said turning the page of her book.
"Can I ask you something?" I asked.
"You just did," she answered.
I rolled my eyes, "Is there more to the Olympic Peninsula than us casters and several wandering Cold Ones?"
Zelena stopped her reading and looked at me with a serious look," As in?"
"Well, there are the guardians who live in the forest…they are spirits…right? There is nothing else we should know about?" I said.
She took a deep breath and leaned forward, "There are things out there that I know of but cannot say. It's up to you to figure it out."
"And Sam Uley?" I asked.
"The man who found Ginger in the forest?" She asked.
I nodded. She sighed, "I can only say this. If you are ever in danger and I am not around to be there, go to him. He can protect you along with the others."
How can Sam Uley protect me when I don't know who or what he is?
Hey, guys, I know it has been forever since I last post a chapter. Sorry about that. My muse for this story vanished and I needed a break. Hopefully, the muse stays.
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