Destiny's chapter, my POV. Enjoy.
I arrived in the Grey Area, and instantly spotted Destiny, reading a well read copy of City Of Bones. I was breathless, having run the entire way back.
"Destiny! Destiny!" I stopped. "Did you change clothes?"
She had on a completely different outfit, a light blue, embroidered top with narrow straps and dark jeans with gems, probably fake, at the hems. "Yes, actually. I have. Xager knocked me into my period, so those clothes were bloody." I was confused and repulsed at that point, so I stopped listening while she continued. "TMI?"
What?"
"TMI. A short phrase usually meaning 'too much information' or, now more common, 'The Mortal Instruments' which is, as you should know, a book series. But is that really why you came over here?"
Yes, I do know what that means, it wasn't that kind of 'what'. And I would have actually met CC if a certain bookshop hadn't been taken over by Sebastian. "Uh...no! Do you have a VCR?" She nodded, so I continued. "I need to show you this." She sighed, then led me to her room where she turned on the VCR and TV, pushing in the tape. "Check it out." She looked at watched as Coerixan entered the Grey Area.
"Xager, is Savtixan ready?"
Xager appeared and nodded. "He says begin." Then Coerixan started chanting. Destiny seemed to recognize it. Then Coerixan spoke again. "Tell Savtixan to prepare the first!" And then it cut out.
I turned to her. "So, what do you think?"
Destiny's face was very pale. "Kyrie Eleison." She breathed.
"What?"
"'Lord, have mercy. Latin. What Coerixan was speaking."
"You know Latin."
"It's mostly left me." Better than me. She admitted. "But there was some power in those words."
I sighed. "But we still don't know much about this."
Something seemed to hit her. "I know someone who does." I glanced at me. "The book... one of my friends penned it. Maybe... she could help us."
"It can't hurt to try. Where does she live?"
"My hometown with her sister. It's called Inspiration Point and it's about... thirteen and a half hours from here."
"Thirteen?" I gasped.
"And a half," She corrected. "So. How do you feel about a road trip?"
I groaned. I am not good with cars.
Well, off we go on a road trip.