Promise of a Lifetime
Chapter two
My grip on the rose tightens; blood is now trickling down my hand. Calm, calm. Need control. I looked around for the source of the voice. Suddenly a figure is beside me and I let out a yelp.
"Sorry, but your hand is bleeding," a boy that looked to be about sixteen said. He then grabbed my hand and made me release the rose. Once I let go he began examining it. He turned it around looking at the clean cut on the stem; his pale skin glowing in the moonlight.
"You won't find anything," I inform him, "It's not a trick."
"In my long life I have never seen a human do something like that," he informed me.
"Yeah well I have to get this looked at, you know me being human and all," I said rolling my eyes.
He then turns to me and smiles. That's it my heart starts to race and I can feel my face start to heat up. The sudden blood rush makes my bruise pound. If he keeps this up I will never keep control. Within a blink he is standing under my tree, "How did you do THAT?" I ask baffled.
He laughs and looks at the moon, and I notice the tattoo on his right arm. "You will know how I did it tomorrow."
"Now I'm confused, you're not gonna tell me?" I said getting irritated.
"Would you share your gift with me?" he asks making a face that is far too old for him.
I look down at my feet; blond hair falls and makes a wall between me and him. Then he is beside me and he grabs my face. He stares into my eyes and I look into his. He probably sees the scared little girl that I am, but I see a man full of wisdom and experience. His finger traces the outline of my fresh war wound and I wince. "How did you come by these?" he asks.
"Does it matter?" I reply getting irritated.
"I only wish to help," he states, and I notice his accent but I am unable to name its origin.
Feeling embarrassed I push past him and proceed towards the tree. I plant myself on the ground and lean my back against it. The grass is cool and damp, but I ignore it. I glance over my shoulder to my last position and he is gone. I look around hoping that he is still there and still no sign of him. Giving up I close my eyes and think of my crap filled life. Ever since dad died mom has been worse.
"Happy sixteenth birthday Skye," I whisper to myself, "wish I was dead."
"Your life is so short, you should live it," shocked I look up and he is sitting in the tree.
"Yeah well monkey-man I would like to hear you say that after living a day in the life of Skye," I say.
"Would you do it again?" he asks, and once again I am puzzled.
"What?" I say, the rock beside me begins to shake.
"Move something, I am curious, I thought I had just about seen it all," he says while staring off into another world.
Can't hurt. I stand up and take two normal steps back. I look around the field for an object, deciding on the rock. I reach out my hand and slowly move it up, the rock following. Two seconds later he is beside me and he is laughing. His sudden movements make me lose control; the rock breaks like glass and shatters. The millions of pieces fall to the ground. Remembering what I had done I can't help but cry. When I notice the tear falling down my face I drop to my knees.
"My name is Godric," with that one sentence I have forgotten why I was crying and I stand.
"Call me Skye," I say looking at my injured hand, the blood has dried but it is now crusty. "I have to leave, but will you be here tomorrow?" I ask him hopefully.
"I will not promise anything, I may be busy," he says turning his back to me.
"Wait! Let me see your hand," I say thinking of the one way I can find him again.
Obviously intrigued he turns back and holds his hand out. Palm sweaty I grip his hand, its cold. When I let go a small mark has formed on his palm. No bigger than a fingernail, the intricate designs and patterns start to fade. When he looks up he sees me walking towards the exit. He left after that I know because I felt it.