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Chapter 6
Unlike the drive from school to home, the hour-and-a-half trip to Grandma Martha's farm seemed to take forever. By the time Yusei pulled off the two-line highway onto the hard-packed dirt road that led there. Yusei felt her body ached even worse. Her muscles hurt like hell and it was almost 6:30 the sun is finally starting to set but her eyes still stung feeling the sunlight will soon affect her. Even the fading sunlight made her skin feel weird and tingly. It made her glad that it was the end of the August and it had finally turned cool enough to let Yusei wear Stardust dragon white hoodie which covered most of her skin. Yusei took a deep breath and took off her helmet and quickly put on her hoodie and pull it over her head so that her face is covered from the sun.
Grandma Martha's home sat between two lavender fields and was shaded by huge old oaks. It was built in 1839 of raw Domino stone away from the city with a comfortable porch and unusually large windows, Yusei loved this home because it felt if you just climb up the wooden stairs that led to the porch made Yusei felt more better and safe then back home. Yusei blinked when she went up to the door and saw a note taped on outside the door. It was easy to recognize Grandma Martha's pretty handwriting: "I'm on the buffs collecting wildflowers,"
Yusei touched the soft lavender-scented paper. She always knew when Yusei was coming to visit. When Yusei was a kid she used to think it was weird but never opinion her as a witch like her foster father does. But when she was older, Yusei appreciated the 6th sense she has.
All of her life Yusei knew that no matter what, she could always count on Martha. During those awful months when Primo and Bella turned worse Yusei think she would shriveled up and died if she hadn't able to escape every weekend to Grandma Martha's house.
For a second of considering going inside and waited for her Yusei couldn't wait since she needs to see her, to have her hug her and tell me what she wants Bella to say but Bella never tells. "Don't be scared…it'll be okay…we'll make it okay."
Yusei decided not to go inside, she found a little deer path at the edge of the northern-most lavender field that would let to the bluffs and Yusei followed it, letting her fingertips trail over the top of the closest plants so that as she walked they released their sweet, slivery scent into the air around her like they were welcoming her home.
It felt years since Yusei had been here, even though she knew it had only been 4 weeks. Primo didn't like her at all, Yusei already knew this when she overheard him telling Bella that she was a "witch and going to hell." making Yusei angry and counted how much of an asshole he is.
Yusei blinked when she thought something amazing and Yusei came to a complete stop. Since she ran away and never come back, her foster parents no longer controlled what she does and even Primo can't do anything. Yusei smiled and wrapped her arms around herself, like trying to hold her chest together. Yusei knew she needed to find Grandma Martha and needed to find her now.
The path up the side of the bluffs had always been steep, but even though she climbed it about a gazillion times, with or without her grandma and Yusei never felt like this before. It wasn't just coughing anymore, or sore muscles. Yusei felt herself dizzy and her stomach began to gurgle so badly, and it was hard to breathe without opening her mouth which made her cough more. Yusei couldn't believe how badly her chest hurts; she tried to remember what it was that officially killed the kids who didn't complete the Change into vampyres.
Yusei quickly shook her head "No, stop thinking about it!" Yusei thought.
Yusei knew that she need to find Grandma Martha. If Martha didn't have the answers, she will figure them out. Yusei knew Martha understood people and that she hasn't lost her touch with her Cherokee heritage, the tribal knowledge of the ancestral Wise Woman she carried in her blood. Even now it made Yusei smiled to think of her grandmother frown whatever the subject of Yusei's horrible foster parents and is glad Bella isn't related to her since the Fudo Wise Woman blood had skip and saved an extra dose of ancient Cherokee magic to Yusei.
As a little girl, Yusei climbed this path when she comes to visit and hold on Martha's hand so many times that Yusei forgot to count. In the meadow of tall grasses and wildflowers, Yusei felt it was her destiny to be here to meet someone but couldn't figure it out. But she always forget the mystery when they lay out a brightly colored blanket and eat a picnic lunch while listening Martha's stories about her parents and of the Cherokee people and taught Yusei the mysterious-sounding words if their language. Yusei closed her eyes slightly and felt the wind blew against her gently but strong enough to lift up her long hair brushing against her tan skin. Yusei struggled slightly of the winding path of those ancient stories seemed to swirl around and around inside her head, it felt like smoke from a ceremonial fire… Yusei gently hummed to herself remembering her favorite stories of the legendry dragon made mountains and valleys with its wings. Yusei was surprised that her hum was weak and sound like a vibrating drum against her ears.
"Drum…" Yusei thought and opened her eyes thinking about the word remind her of the powwows Martha took her when she was small. Yusei's thoughts somehow breathing life into the memory and could actually hear the rhythmic beating of ceremonial drums. Yusei look around and squinted a little against even the weakest light of the dying day. Her eyes stung and her vision was screwed up. There was a slight wind but the shadows and trees seemed to be moving….stretching…reaching towards her.
"Martha…Grandma Martha… where are you? I need you… I'm scared," Yusei whispered between wracking coughs and wrapped her arms around herself.
"The spirits of the land is nothing to be frightened off little stardust."
Yusei stared and look around "Martha?" Yusei said, did she hear her voice calling her by her nickname or was it weirdness and echoes coming from her memory? "Martha!" Yusei called again and listening carefully for an answer.
Nothing came. Nothing except the wind.
"U-no-le…" The Cherokee word for wind sang drifted through her mind like a half-forgotten dream.
"Wind? I feel it stronger…" Yusei thought and had to hold her hand down with one hand and brush away her long hair was whipping wildly across her face with other making Yusei grunted. The wind she could hear- the sounds of many Cherokee voices chanting in time with beating of ceremonial drums, through the veil of hair and tears Yusei saw smoke. The smell of nutty sweet scent of Pinion wood filled inside her mouth and could taste the campfires of her ancestors. Yusei gasped and cover her mouth fighting to catch her breath.
Yusei stopped when she felt them. All around Yusei, almost visible shapes shimmering like heat waves lifting from a blacktop road in summer. She felt them press against her as they twirled and moved with graceful indicating steps around and around the shadowy image of a Cherokee campfire.
"Join us… u-we-tsi-a-ge-hu-tsa…. Join us daughter…" Yusei was shaking she felt the Cherokee spirits drowning inside her lungs… the fight with her foster parents and her old life gone… it was too much for her… she ran.
Yusei slightly gripped her chest because she felt her chest is going to explode and it seemed like she was trying to breath underwater. Yusei ran up to the last and steepest part of the trail.
Gasping for breath, she stumbled up the path – higher and higher- fighting to get away from the spirits that hovered around her like fog, but instead of leaving those behind it seemed that Yusei was running farther into their world of smoke and shadows. "Am I dying? Why this what happen? Why I could see spirits?" Yusei thought and panted heavily.
"Where is the white light?" Yusei thought and panicked running faster hoping to get rid of them.
Yusei didn't see the root that broke through the hard ground of the path, Yusei yelped when she tripped over it and tried to catch herself but her reflexes were off and Yusei fell hard against the ground. "Urgh!" Yusei grunted in pain and the pain inside her head was sharp but it lasted only an instant before blackness swallowed her whole.
A.N Cliffhanger! And done! Sorry, but you have to wait for the next chapter but don't worry I will updated soon! ^^ Hope you like it! Please review!