The Opal Blade (The Ashen Touch Trilogy Book 1) by Kristy Nicolle

Author:Kristy Nicolle [Nicolle, Kristy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kristy Nicolle
Published: 2017-10-12T23:00:00+00:00

“Sephy! SEPHY!”

I’m woken to the sound of screams and my body being shaken rapidly by some external voice. I look up to the dark ceiling, and the screaming stops as my eyes fly open. Then I realise.

It was me who was screaming.

“Jesus. Are you alright?” Xion demands, his head glazed in a thin layer of perspiration. His large eyes are baring down into mine and I take a few seconds to process the fact that I’m not being damned by my Mother for hating Haedes, not falling into a fiery inferno, but rather lying in Xion’s oversized bed.

“I’m fine. It was just a nightmare.” I whisper, trying to convince myself of this fact. I’m shaking slightly, and Xion moves to sit on the edge of the bed as I prop myself up against the pillows, my breathing ragged.

“Well, I think you’d give a Banshee a run for its money with that scream. You sure you’re okay?” he asks me again, eyes filled with concern. It makes me feel sick, the amount which he clearly cares.

The velvet sheets are clinging to me, heavy, and I feel suddenly claustrophobic, not unlike the night I’d run into the forest back at the estate.

“I need to get some air,” I breathe, and Xion turns to look out the window beside the bed.

I let my gaze wander too, finding the world outside alight with sparkling rain. Or at least what looks to be that way.

“Come on. Let’s go up to the roof,” Xion suggests, and I nod, longing for fresh air but also somewhat curious about the state of the Mortarian weather.

I let my feet find the floor as I twist atop the mattress, getting out of bed and finding the marble once again a sweet relief. I follow Xion out of the apartment, flesh riddled with goosebumps and legs shaky underneath my weight. I’m still exhausted, but now a lingering terror at the idea of sleep threatens to never let me feel fully rested again.

What is happening to me? I ask myself.

I have never been this needy, this scared, this weak before. I have always tackled everything in life with relative ease.

Why is it that suddenly I feel so… mortal?

I sigh as we leave through the front door, walking across the landing at the top of the ridiculously long and winding metal staircase that leads down to the bottom floor.

Xion falls into a metal door and it groans beneath his weight, opening and leading out onto more stairs, which presumably ascend to the roof.

At the top of the stairs, Xion walks through an archway, leading me out into the muggy Mortarian night air. I stare up and around as my eyes widen.

“What… what is this?” I ask, holding out an open palm. Tiny sparks fall into my outstretched hand, causing a momentary sizzle on my skin, which merely tickles before turning to nothing more than memory.

“It’s a spark shower. The sun, it causes them once in a while,” he explains, moving over to the corner of the roof and looking for something.

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