Aya's POV
In the month that followed, Diamon worked hard with me. Instructing me on social mores and behavior. Little by little I was able to step out further into the village and though there were stares, very few ever said a word. They didn't need to. Without knowing it, they screamed: stranger.. And outcast.
As I stood outside of the hut that had the equipment we needed to fix Diamon's home, a strange thing happened to me. A vision.
Two young boys playing with sticks, were using them like swords. The more that I watched the sticks, the more they faded to a blurred grey that soon shined a bright deadly silver when they crossed. The sound of scraping blades, the clash of metal upon metal.
I looked up and saw the women and children of the village running for their lives as a medium sized Clan of half-vampires attacking. Diamon came out of the shop behind me, And tapped me on the shoulder. "We gotta go!" I placed a hand on her arm and patted it. I saw myself smile a bit sadly as I stepped out into the center of the village. Holding my arms out horizontally I turned both palms upward to the sky.
I don't know what I said, but I knew the humans would be safe, and Diamon too due to her age. But the half-vampires would not. How I knew this I cannot tell you, I just did, with certainty. Up until this point in my life, I was not prone to 'visions.'
As my eyesight corrected itself, I heard the screams and the children's sticks became the swords of men that were trying to save their loved ones, their families. I felt Diamon's touch and I patted her forearm.
Something unexpected rose up in me with a serene smile. A dead calm settled in my body from head to to sandals.
My awareness changed, became sharper, more in tune with my surroundings. It was dark and it was lethal, I was watching through my own black eyes, but it was not me in control of my body. Does this make sense to you? I hope so. Because I don't think there is any other way I can explain it. In essence, I could feel an actual 'presence,' another... Me.
I walked into the middle of the village. With a purpose. What it was, I didn't know. I held my arms up at shoulder height, horizontal and with my palms facing up, my head lowered as I closed my black eyes.
Digging deep within I pulled on what seemed like some kind of power source deep within me. The strange thing is, is that this 'self' of me knew where to find it, let alone use it! It resisted me at first, but I just dug down deeper. It felt like part of my soul almost and yet, not. As I embraced it, I could feel that it was universal, timeless. Something that had existed before time, and time's forgotten. But.. How did it get there?
I needed it, the villagers needed it, NOW. I let it bloom and grow in the expanse of my chest. My head flew back on my neck as a great ball of pulsing, brilliant white light surrounded me. Slowly stretching out, it seemed to turn in on it's self, back building, then it lashed out viciously in a white horizontal pulsing shockwave of death. It was a light that should have hurt the eyes to look at, but didn't. Touching down on the half-vampires, and humans as they ran. The light on the skin of the vampires, the light reacted like a torch that burned them down due to their DNA. They screamed and writhed on the ground as flesh and exposed muscle burned away even their very bones. Soon all that the half-vampires were, was ash. The humans were left untouched, their bite marks from the half-vampires, healed.
As fast as the light appeared, it was gone. And The presence in me was also gone. I was back in control of myself. Shaken, But in control. Diamon and I looked at one another as I raised my head again and lowered my arms to my sides. "I think I better get out of here really fast. It's no longer safe. Time to start my journey."
I felt horrible. On one hand I tried to save the lives of the villagers, but on the other hand, by doing so, they fear me even more than the half-vampires.
Damned if you do, damned if you don't. My mother told me situations like this would hurt, it did.
Grabbing my upper arm, Diamon led to a back path around the village to her home. We ran back to her hut and once there, she gave me a corded closure bag to pack up my belongings. "Aya, what the hell was that? I mean.." She questions as her eyes fill with tears. "What are you? Dammit, I was just getting used to having you around." Wrapping my arms around her, I whispered into her ear. "I am as I have said. But I think what happened today is tied to Enikil. My sister, as I work it all out, I will leave our mind-link open until then so you will know when I do." Pushing back a bit, I grinned at her, "I'll miss your snoring.." Turning back to my packing, Diamon laughed and handed me a few brushes from the side cubby built I to the wall. "Pack, and I'll go see if the fishermen are at the docks. A little bit of mind persuasion should do the trick." Stopping in the doorway she stopped and looked at me intently. "If anyone could have created a light like that... You're right, Enikil.. Be right back." And so as she ran down to the docks to see if she could flirt with a fisherman..