The low light flickered in the temple-like structure as cold, damp whispers of air filled the cave. With only a single entrance into the massive underground cavern, fresh air was a luxury, but the dark-haired young man enjoyed the dank atmosphere. It reminded him of death. He was tall, lanky, with a sharp-featured face and intense gray eyes that struck fear into whomever looked into them. Nicholas Clurife had always had the ability to manipulate and control those whom he considered weak, especially the pathetic excuse for a human he was facing now. “What have you learned?” asked Clurife in a soft baritone voice. “W-well, I’ve been watching Mr. Blakeney for an-anything different or unusual like you asked . . . and I think I may have something,” he replied, then swallowed hard. “Yes, continue.” “A couple weeks ago h-he left early on a Friday, and when he came back Sunday night, he had with him…a-another student. I’ve never seen him go and actually bring back a student l
Saturday night. The week had flown by so fast that James barely had the time to catch up. Scratch that. The past three days as a whole flew by, but the days themselves seemed to move as slow as molasses. He knew why: Eliza still wasn’t speaking to him. He didn’t blame her, though. What he had done was wrong. James had deliberately chosen a very painful topic for her and used it like a whip to make lashes across her heart. Despicable. He would be patient, and when she was ready for him to apologize, he would. It was a weird feeling for James to long for a friendship so desperately. Not a normal thing for him. His friendship with Tres made the entire situation awkward as well. That next day Tres had sat with him for breakfast, but James could tell his friend was only doing him a favor. Eliza and Svet were who he was closest to. He knew it wasn’t fair to Tres, so James told him that he’d be fine sitting by himself. And that’s exactly what he had been doing since.
The past few days had been among the worst of James’s life. Eliza still was not speaking to him, which had gouged a bit of a rift between their normal group of four. His other group of so-called friends was overtly avoiding him. Rachel refused to speak to him, but she could always spare a pointed glare or two for him when he happened to catch her eye. Since Saturday night, Jennifer hadn’t spoken to him either, not even in any of the classes they shared, which suited him just fine, as he really didn’t have much to say to her anyway. But the problem with that group was Ricky. His friend was probably only ignoring him because of Ceres, since she was close friends with Jennifer and Rachel. However, with tryouts in less than an hour, he and Ricky would have to figure out something if they were to be teammates. James shook himself to the present and checked his lacrosse bag for the tenth time. The gloves, cleats, and crosse that Blakeney had ordered for him were all ready, as were a couple
Sure, James was elated he had made the lacrosse team. He was ecstatic that he would, once again, be playing lacrosse and that even more of his time would be taken up because of this and maybe, just maybe, his mind would have some time off from its ceaseless chipping away at the problem. It was almost as if bits of his sanity were being plucked away at random intervals like a girl plucking away at a flower’s petals saying, “He loves me. He loves me not.” But, no. Because at the end of the day, none of it really mattered. Not training. Not lacrosse. There was only his problem with Eliza that kept pervading into the forefront of his thoughts, be they awake or dreaming. The internal dialogue continued on, endlessly, drowning out all else because, as it happened, the past two weeks had passed with little to no improvement with Eliza. Just when it seemed the gifts were having an effect, she would offer a slight smile only for a wave of confusion, frustration, an
Nothing around him had changed, but in reality, everything had. It was like waking up from a dream or as if the last month had been a perpetual drug-induced state. Colors were more vibrant. Pleasant smells more noticeable. It was like his senses had been heightened or . . . maybe just opened up for the first time in a month. The breeze that tickled his skin was inviting, just like the warmth that spread over him as the sun drenched the atmosphere around him. A smile, which couldn’t be wiped off even if he tried, continually spread across his face. His soul burst with an exuberance of joy he had never known. James understood it wouldn’t all just fall into place and be easy, while at the same time, he acknowledged that he still had a ways to go before gaining full trust from Eliza. But, you can guarantee he was willing to do whatever it took. Another smile swept across his face as he thought about the all-important first kiss of a few nights ago. An even wider smile was brought to his
With an easy pull, the wall-door swung open. A large, cavern-like room—lit by several torches along the walls and a massive wooden chandelier high overhead, all of which flared up by themselves—met James’s eyes. There was so much to take in he didn’t know where to look first. Directly in front of them, on either side of the room, stood numerous statues that looked to be made out of pure gold and ivory. He tore his gaze away from the intricately crafted statue of Athena when Blakeney said, “Follow me.” James followed as he led them deeper into the room. A musty smell invaded his nostrils and the dry, cool air raised goosebumps on his skin. A fine layer of dust covered everything, as if the cavern had been vacant for quite a while. It reminded him of the caverns in Carlsbad. Questions danced in his head, but Blakeney answered them before he could speak. “Many of these statues were saved from the Greek and Roman empires. History thought them lost, but apparently they have been i
Today was the day, he had decided, to tell Eliza about the Prophecy and all that entails. So, as soon as he sat down at their usual breakfast table, he informed her he needed to talk with her. “What’s wrong?” she asked apprehensively. James shook his head. “Nothing. I just . . . finally got permission to tell you something.” “Okay . . .” Eliza said slowly. He turned back to his plate, wanting to finish his breakfast of French toast. As soon as Eliza was through with her plate, he stood, taking each of their trays, and dumped them in the tray window. He laced his fingers in hers and the pair stepped out into the courtyard. The morning sun was starting to turn the sky from steely gray to a pearlescent pink as James led her over to a secluded bench. The cool scent of winter lingered in the air as the sunshine barely provided any warmth on this early March day. When he was confident that no one could overhear their conversation, he cleared his throat. Eliza hud
The Saturday before spring break would surely go down in history as one of his all-time favorite days. Eliza would be taking him around D.C. to see all the sights and basically just play tourists for the day. She had found out a couple of weeks before that James had never been there and proclaimed this as “simply unacceptable.” She proceeded to make plans in secret and told him that his problem would soon be remedied. He was looking forward to being able to spend all day with her and he had kept up his best efforts in refraining from asking what the agenda would look like—not that she would tell him even if he did ask. But, he had to admit, he was incredibly nervous. Because after their tourist day they would be heading to Eliza’s parents’ house for dinner and staying the night. He shuddered as he thought about that: meeting the parents. A great first impression was a must. It was unbelievable how quickly the days had slipped by. It seemed like just yesterday that he was