++++++ This chapter is mainly visions of the future and the past.
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Ten
A lifetime isn't long enough to help us understand
The depths of our humanity, our purpose and the plan
Sometimes we stand on mountain tops, sometimes we hide in caves
We boats about morality while walking upon graves
Oh foolish soul who never learns your fate is at the door
Your candle flickers while you beg for just a moment more
-Jon Arno
Neither John nor Chas were at the mill aka the bunker when Zed and I returned. Whatever job they were doing must have been taking a while. I returned my bag to my room and came out to Zed who was sitting on the couch as far away from the Helmet of Fate as possible. "It's just a helmet," I snorted. Of course I knew it was more than just a helmet but I was trying to put her at ease.
I was fifteen when Robert made me study texts on the most powerful magical items in the universe. That way if I ever was to come across them I could keep them safe-how I don't know. I guess he had plans for them before dying.
"That thing gives me the creeps," Zed shivered. She looked sideways at the golden helm and shook her head. "Nope. I can't watch you do this, Tessa. I may need to touch someone to get visions but right now that thing is whispering in my head, it always has."
"I need someone here," I replied. "Please?"
Zed was silent as she mulled it over. "What exactly do I need to do?" she sighed.
"Well if it doesn't want me to wear it, it'll kill me," I shrugged. "Just make sure you clean up the body before John gets back. He might frown on my melted eyes bleeding on the floor."
She looked at me in horror. "That's awful!"
I laughed. "Just make sure you take it off, use gloves." I pulled my boots off, socks and my shirt, leaving just my jeans and singlet top on before crossing the room to pick up the helmet. It was whispering, on that Zed was right. I hadn't heard it whispering until I'd picked it up.
"I've got Constantine on speed dial if something goes wrong," Zed warned.
Carefully I sat down on a carpet circle and sat the helmet down in front of me. "I humbly ask your permission to wear you, borrow your powers but not take possession of your great gifts. Do you accept?"
My very soul sang as the helm accepted my request.
I brushed my hair back out of my face and picked the Helmet of Fate up off the ground.
"Tessa, no!" Talia screamed as I put the helm on my head.
Suddenly it seemed like the whole world was open to me. It was like I was aware of everything and anything, there was knowledge inside my head that I could use to solve all the world's problems. World hunger? Solved. World peace? Constant. People of every race, colour and creed together, no barriers. I could fix everything.
I could bring Talia back to life…Talia, my mum, Teddy, Robert…I could bring them all back…
…but that would be a really a really bad idea…
…I could have power…ultimate power at my command…
No!
Mentally I shook my head. Closing my eyes, I focused on one point-My future.
His hand was around my neck, squeezing tightly. His skin was hot to the touch, it burned my flesh as he held me against the wall. "My name is Lucifer," he sneered into my ear. "Lucifer Morningstar. And you, half-breed are going to die."
"Get your hands off my sister!"
Struck from behind, his grip loosened from around my neck. He stumbled back-not what I expected for the devil…he was almost handsome. Part of the charm I suppose. Lucifer turned, fire raged in his eyes as he stared Talia down. Only this wasn't my uniform wearing, thirteen-year-old sister. She was my age. Wearing a flowing white gown, a golden breastplate with matching gauntlets, gripping a sword before her-she had wings…wings of the most beautiful shade of orange I had ever seen. It almost made Talia look like she was on fire.
Lucifer spat on the ground. "Bah! What gives him the right to interfere? He has forsaken you! He did this long ago! This is my world now!"
"You dropped something," Talia deadpanned, handing me our father's sword. "Don't lose it again."
"I look at you and weep," he whispered. "My greatest creations and you fight constantly. I will not step in, as you say, and save what you have destroyed."
"But you're God!" I objected. "If Lucifer gets free and we all die, he comes for you next! Your angels, your precious kingdom of heaven, dies. You cannot be such a coward that you overlook this, sitting here, cutting your fucking little trees!" Staring the old man down, my eyes caught a glimpse of a statue behind him.
"You would be wise to hold your tongue when speaking to me."
Losing control isn't what I thought it would feel like. I thought it would be fabulous to lose control like this but my mind felt like it was ready to explode.
"Laurel Lance." She held her hand out for me to shake.
It was the same woman from the vision pool.
"Ah-Tessa…Tessa Morgan," I stuttered.
"Welcome to Starling City, Tessa, Tessa Morgan," she teased. "Enjoy your stay."
"Where am I?" she sobbed. "Please, tell me where I am?"
I don't understand.
A chuckle, it was a sinister chuckle and yet amused at the same time. "You must be the delightful Miss Wilson. My name is Edward Fyers." He turned in his seat to a man in an orange and black mask behind him. "Would you please excuse us for a moment Mr. Wintergreen? I believe word is, your student has been killing some of my men. I appreciate her use but I can't keep replacing them."
He looked utterly amused but was trying not to at the same time. Turning back he smiled at her. "Your name is Suki, correct? Means beloved in Japanese. Imagine my surprise when I find out that my little problem has a daughter right there for the taking."
"Where am I?" she cried.
"That is not your concern," he smirked, standing. "Get yourself comfortable. You'll be here a while."
Starting off in what could be described as a steady vibration, my body started to shake and refused to stop. "No!" I screamed. "I'm not done!"
"Stupid, bloody idiot!" John cursed. "How long has she been like this?"
Ah-John was back...I don't think he's gonna like the fact I played with his stuff.
"A day, maybe more," Zed confessed as I was sucked into another vision.
"Her name is Dinah," she smiled. "Dinah Morgan."
"Morgan?" I scoffed. "I thought we said Lance."
"Tessa, take it from me, don't argue with a woman who just gave birth." Across the room, a man shook his head with a smile.
"Oliver, Oliver Queen, you must be Tessa?" he asked. "I understand you help find me and my family. I'm grateful for that."
"O-negative!" I grinned. "Too much iron in your blood."
Well isn't this delightful?
The speaker was coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time.
It took a while to sort through the various lines of fate you have rushing about you, Tessa, but eventually we find ourselves here. And not a moment too soon. I am killing you.
"What?" I frowned. Looking around, I stood along in the middle of a galaxy, surrounded my stars and planets-none that I recognised. "Can you help me?"
I can give you a name, no more, no less…be warned…the effects of wearing the helm will linger for many weeks, perhaps months. Do not be swayed by the promise of power, your fate is too grand to fall into temptation.
"What is it?" I asked.
La Brujería. Darkness rises. Seek out the La Brujería.
Spain…it all has to start in Spain.
I tried to speak, my vision was growing fainter and fainter by the second.
Good luck.
And then there was nothing.