Honour

It all happened within seconds.

A wicked wind pushed each one of the three entering the building back outside. Alaska was hit the hardest, seeing as she weighed the least. But instead of being flung across the alleyway between the two now deserted red-brick buildings, Alaska was gently stopped by an outside force, and the Seeker flew into her hand. She was floating a couple of feet from the ground. Slowly, the eerie blue lines identifying Old Souls were painted onto Alaska’s sharp face. A new light shone in her eyes as a midnight-blue line crossed the center of her forehead.

While Kiet and Kanya slammed into the alley’s walls, Alaska just gained more confidence and knowledge as her past lives came back to her. Kiet felt a wave of jealousy—mixed with relief?—as Alaska progressed.

A ghostly aura illuminated Alaska, shining around her. It gave her an aura of extreme power—and all the while lifted her hair in a creepy, delicately evil manner.

Like silent bullets, other supernatural beings hopped in the alley—over walls, through the one open end ... even through the building. Vampires were mainly present, yelling at each other to get the Seeker and kill the girl. But when the Ancient flew down through the sky, all fell silent, and every single back bent in respect—except for Alaska.

An Ancient is a mixture of every supernatural being—multi-animal Shapeshifter, Witch, Vampire, Old Soul and Elemental. She even had many more strands of legacy-infused blood, covering the oddity myths and beings. She was all-powerful, each weakness covered by a strength. Wondering why there is only one Ancient in the world? Because every other human the super naturals tried to turn died in the Change. It was a mighty Change, and one that demanded the correct person chosen—

—And that happened to be Zoe. She has been the only one successful enough to exceed in the Change. Myth has it that she was so successful because her latest life was extraordinary. She was battered by things a 13 year old should never have even heard of—rare diseases, tremendous amounts of death, and premonitions of her new life.

Zoe faced Alaska with an intrigued glance, gland for once this small girl did not bow. After every single asking of the world that they treated her as a friend—an equal, they still lowered their heads in precognitive respect.

Zoe gave the equally small girl a knowing nod, sharing the knowledge that they both had a spine made purely of steel under the delicate, flowing features.

“I know your situation. I feel it in my old bones,” she chuckled. “I’ve been informed of what the Vampires have done,” Zoe continued elegantly, then dropped her demeanour to show her true—very Irish—self. “But that was one of the stupidest things I’ve ever heard!”

The Old Souls and some oddities from other races snickered.

The Vampire Elder—Elders are the oldest of the species—stood and marched right up to Zoe and spat in her face. “Who do you think you are to judge us?!”

Zoe calmly wiped the spit from her striking Irish face and continued. “You may come to me and act like this once you have completed the Ancient’s Change.” It was impossible for an already supernatural being to make the Change into an Ancient—so what the petit, powerful Irish girl might as well have said: never talk to me like this!

There was silence in the crowd, and held breaths being released as the Vampire Elder stepped down.

New breaths were being drawn as gasps seconds later, after the “peace” had dissipated.

They had forgotten about Alaska.

No, forgotten wasn’t the word, it must’ve been more like “sent to the back of their minds.” Anyway, the Seeker was a bright blue ball of energy, growing with each passing minute. The tiny, new-found Old Soul was behind that crackling, expanding, and witchy ball of energy—and fading. The blue light was her life force—and she was giving it up willingly to save her race ... and annihilate those who threatened it.

Time slowed down to a messy stop, and the air turned to slush. Not even Zoe could use her supernatural ethics to break down Alaska’s focus.

With a nerve-grinding “ky-i!” the sphere of energy was released like a wave, expanding at a rate not even visible to the Supernatural’s eye.

As the blue sheen leftover from the sphere faded away, so did Alaska. She dropped to the ground, the Old Soul tattoos “dripping” from her face as the last splinter of menace disappeared—as the Seeker lost its light.