Unveiled: A Paranormal Urban Fantasy Novel (The Dark Skies Trilogy Book One) by Lysa Daley

Author:Lysa Daley [Daley, Lysa]
Language: eng
Format: epub, azw3
Publisher: BrightSky Books
Published: 2016-01-28T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

"Please. Just try." He pleads with me. "Close your eyes and call out to the sword with your thoughts."

I sigh. Even though I feel like a complete and utter tool, I close my eyes and attempt to concentrate. “Okay. I’ll try.”

"Very good," he says calmly next to me. "Reach out to the sword in your mind."

If I were a sword, where would I be? That's when I start to giggle.

"Astrid!" he barks, trying to remain calm, but there’s an edge in his voice. "This isn't funny. We must find the sword before the Grail returns."

Even though this is totally nuts, for some reason, I don't want to disappoint him. "Do I silently call out to this sword and see if it answers? Do I try to form an image of it? Is that what it's supposed to do?"

"You will know the sword when it appears."

I squeeze my eyes shut and clear my mind, trying to conjure up an image of some sort of royal sword. Whatever that looks like.

Even though I feel completely ridiculous, I'm a little surprised when the kernel of an image slowly takes shape in my mind. Of course, I've been surrounded with martial arts swords for my entire life, so maybe it isn't such a big deal.

Except, the sword that’s forming in my mind's eye is different. Unfamiliar.

It's forged from a gleaming metal that almost sings out to me. I see a sturdy hilt wrapped with delicately carved vines.

"Do you feel anything," he asks.

"Maybe," I say, focusing on the image in my mind. I reach up and touch the scar on my arm.

He gasps. "Do you see a form? A shape of some kind?"

"I see a seven-sided star with a bright center at the base of the blade," I describe what I’m seeing as a little jolt of recognition goes through me. "Just like my scar."

"Yes!"

"Is it ornately carved, yet also like liquid? Does it have a hint of white sunlight?"

"Good!" he says. "It glimmers like the pure white light of our home stars. What is the name of the sword?"

My eyes pop open. “It has a name?”

“Every great sword has a name, my child.” He takes a step back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. This is what he does when he's trying to remain calm. "I want you to concentrate. Focus your thoughts. Say the very first thing that comes into your mind."

The oddest name instantly forms on my tongue. "BrightSky."

He smiles, a tear glistens in his eye. "Yes."

My eyes flutter closed as I continue, "The sword is named BrightSky."

But it’s more like a single breath than a name. Not two words, but one thought. BrightSky.

Yet, the harder I concentrate, the more the image seems to fade as if it's floating away from me. I focus even harder, but I can't bring it back. It’s sailing over the treetops, up the canyon. I open my eyes to the expectant face of my uncle.

"Well?" he asks.

"I lost it."

“Lost it?”

“It floated off.

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