Chosen (Gem Creek Bears, Book 1) by Jennifer Snyder

Author:Jennifer Snyder [Snyder, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Jennifer Snyder

CHAPTER SEVEN

I inched myself forward on the large flat rock and lifted a hand to touch the waterfall. The instant my fingertip brushed its surface, everything froze. The breath in my lungs. The waterfall. The rushing water of the creek. The birds in the air. Everything. Silence wrapped around me, muting the world.

What happened? Was this even real?

I blinked, but nothing changed. I closed my eyes, squeezing them tight. When I opened them, there was still no change.

How was this possible?

I leaned forward, staring at the surface of the waterfall. It looked like glass, like a mirror. In it, I was reflected.

Oh, man. I’d lost my mind. Seriously.

I smoothed a hand over my face, glancing around again. There was no way everything around me was frozen. It wasn’t scientifically possible.

When my gaze drifted back to the mirror-like surface of the waterfall again, I noticed people standing behind me in its reflection. I spun to face them, shocked by their sudden presence since I hadn’t heard them walk up, but no one was there. When I turned to look back at the waterfall, there they were, reflected in its surface still.

Yep, I’d lost my dang mind.

The people were fanned out behind me, spread into a V shape with me as the center point. There was a shimmery quality about them, making them seem as though they weren’t entirely solid.

Were they ghosts?

Goose bumps broke out across my skin as a shiver of confusion crept up my spine from the eerie situation. Was my mind playing tricks on me? Had I hit my head instead of my butt on the rock when I’d jumped and now something was seriously wrong with me?

I didn’t understand.

One of the ghostly apparitions, a woman in her late fifties, stepped forward from beside me in the reflection. As she did, everything spun until my reflection was gone, and she and the others were somehow in front of me. They no longer seemed to be a reflection—they were in the mirrored waterfall staring back at me.

I took a step back, my eyes never wavering from them. The woman smiled. It was warm and friendly and somehow managed to put me at ease. Her hair was gray and fell in corkscrew curls that framed her round face. Her skin was dark, and she wore faded jeans with a plain yellow T-shirt. Her feet were bare, and she didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

She looked peaceful.

“Tris,” she said. Her voice was soft. Nice. Still, I found myself surprised she knew my name. “Don’t be afraid. We won’t hurt you. We’re here to tell you what you are. Who you are. And how much you matter. We’re here to celebrate this moment with you as we pass along your gift.”

“My gift?” I asked as I glanced at the others behind her, noticing they each wore a smile.

“Yes. You, dear, are the next Mystic,” she said, her smile growing.

I arched a brow. The way the words fell from her lips made it seem as though I should know what a Mystic was.

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