Soul Symmetry by J.L. Weil

Author:J.L. Weil
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: teen paranormal romance, teen romance, reapers, black crow, raven series, banshees, young adult paranormal romance, white raven, teen paranormal, jl weil
Publisher: JL Weil
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 15

That night I dreamed.

I stood alone. The world surrounding me was barren, a wasteland. Dead bodies littered the grounds where trees, flowers, and grass once all grew and thrived. The air was dusty, stale and vile. It made my nostrils burn and my stomach pitch.

There was nothing to indicate I was in danger, yet my skin prickled with unease. I could have sworn a hundred pairs of eyes watched me, stalked me, hunted me. I was the prey, and the stampede was about to begin. Survival of the fittest.

My fight or flight response kicked in as I spun in a circle, eyes sharpening and taking in every detail, searching for any signs I wasn’t alone. Barefoot, my toes sunk into the burning sand. The unpleasant sensation brought my attention to my attire. Why am I barefoot, and what the heck am I wearing?

This had to be a dream, because I would never be caught dead wearing the one-shoulder white goddess dress that floated around me as the balmy breeze picked up. The flimsy material was like silk on my skin, such a stark contrast to the world around me. Bone fragments, sand, and dust swirled in the wind, embedding in the delicate fabric and tangling in my hair.

I shoved wisps out of my face, wishing for a hair tie, and began to walk. No matter how many steps I aimlessly took or how many minutes went by, the scenery never changed. It was like strolling in a loop. My frustration grew to anxiousness, turning to a bubble of panic inside that grew at an alarming rate. I closed my eyes and squeezed my fingers together, telling myself to wake from this nightmare.

When nothing happened and the sweat was still beading over my flushed skin, there was only one option. Unable to take the solitude a moment longer, I screamed.

The release was exhilarating, and with it went my edginess, my doubt, my uncertainty. I was calm. If something was out there. Let them come. I could handle it.

I opened my eyes.

Nothing had changed, but it was as if I could see clearer. The sky was a weird orange, lacking any true sunlight, but the heat was insufferable. The windstorm waged on around me, but no longer hindering me.

“I wondered how long you would last,” a feminine voice spoke. From within the sandstorm materialized a woman with long, wavy flaxen hair. She was hard to see at first, her skin and hair blending with the sand, but as she emerged from the flurry, I was struck by her beauty. She pursed her rosebud lips. “You’re stronger than you appear.”

A goddess. It was the first thing that came to mind as I stared at the mystery woman. “I get that a lot,” I replied, sizing this newcomer up. Was she friend or foe?

Her laugh was sensual and inviting. “I’m glad to see the rapier wit hasn’t been diluted down the line.”

“Who are you?” I inquired. She chatted like we were old friends.

“Do you not recognize your own blood?” Her eyes studied my face.

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