The Reconciling [Part 1] by April Lynn Newell

Author:April Lynn Newell [Newell, April Lynn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: April Lynn Newell
Published: 2015-11-06T05:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Kesil stands up, “Let’s move. Fast.” They all start running not knowing where the creatures disappeared to or if they will come back. A beacon of light appears before them and Phil grins appreciatively, certain that they are all well taken care of by Roi himself. Despite the grappling pandemic that just took place.

Once they reach the light they all clap and shout joyously. They hug and laugh and plop to the ground. Chrissi digs through the purse she stuffed into her backpack and quickly finds another pair of gloves, turquoise, and shoves her torn crimson ones into her bag.

“Hey!” Lesia says pointing upwards, “The sun!”

“That’s not all,” Phil says, pointing to the Book securely to her side, beneath her arm.

“Chazaq,” Chrissi mumbles looking ahead. The others follow her gaze out across a bright-green field and see the familiar village. They jump up and start to jog triumphantly towards it.

“Maybe that was the journey!” Lesia remarks hopefully, handing the Book to an overexcited Phil. But dread fills Chrissi.

“I don’t think so,” she says as Nahal appears outside the village, a look of mixed desperation and disappointment on her face. As they approach her Phil is the only one left smiling, grinning really, from ear to ear.

“We got it!” he says proudly to Nahal and a few townswomen who gather around her.

“I see that,” she says stoically taking in the cuts, bruises, and grime that prove their struggle. Phil’s pride falls to chagrin.

“That’s it right?” says Lesia, panicked. “We can go home now! We can go home!” she demands grabbing the Book from Phil and flinging it open. “Home!” she yells at it, tears forming in her deep brown eyes.

“I told you,” Nahal continues in her distant, stoic tone, “it does not work like that.” She clasps her hands in front of her and stands strong.

Chrissi observes the love in her disciplinary stance, “We can’t stay here.”

“Well of course not!” Lesia yells desperately. “We’re going home!”

The townswoman from earlier rolls her eyes and crosses her arms, “You’re disappointing! Lesia, an encourager,” she scoffs, “You are nothing but a pestilent, weak child! Hope for the natural plane is gone.”

Lesia glares at the woman as all her anger, fear, frustration, and confusion surface, “Who are YOU to be disappointed in ME? I don’t even KNOW YOU LADY!” As she speaks she draws closer and closer to the woman and the rest of the gathering crowd, her fists balled up at her sides, hot tears now streaming down her cheeks. “STAY OUT OF THIS!” She turns back to Nahal and marches up close, “Take. Us. Home. Now.”

“Lesia,” Kesil says with gentility normally unlike him, “I don’t think our journey is over just yet.”

She stares at him for a moment, then slowly looks at each person around her. As realization strikes, her eyes widen and fill with new tears that fall easily down her face. She wipes them away brashly.

“What are we supposed to do now?” Kesil feels a renewed determination and anger to end this nonsense as quickly as it began.

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