The Destined by E.J. Mellow

Author:E.J. Mellow [Mellow, E.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary fantasy, fantasy, New Adult, sci-fi, romance, paranormal
Publisher: Four Eyed Owl
Published: 2016-10-17T05:00:00+00:00

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Dev’s prediction on how I would feel about Port City is more than accurate. In fact, it might have been an understatement. As we set out on our walking tour, I’m exposed to beautifully paved streets that line the edges of breathtaking canals. The winding water shimmers with silver as the sleek boats ride the waves, their sails billowing in the constant breeze, white puffs speeding forward. This metropolis is very much a city that embraces its surroundings, for every detail has some sort of reference to the lake, to water, and to what must swim within it. Fish are a largely used emblem, gracing windows in blue-stained glass or placed into the names of passing establishments, all with the facades of large gray stones. The crest of waves curls along metal railings of bridges, and even the uniforms of the people have a more navy hue than black.

And speaking of people, they fill both sides of the streets to capacity. Everyone has come to see the Dreamer. And while I see a few regarding me with hesitant stares, with mistrust, the majority cheer my arrival and even reach out in a desperate weeping gesture. Yes, actually friggin’ weeping. As if I were some savior whose touch could create miracles. They call my name, and when I go to them—my Vigil guards sticking close beside me—to shake their hands, they grip me tight and sputter their thanks, their praise. The Metus attack on this port right before I was cut off is clearly still in their minds. But despite the discomforting adoration, nothing is as unnerving as seeing the men and women who have streaked a part of their hair white.

Unconsciously I touch my bleached strands that are pulled back into my ponytail, and the few who wear the fashion yell louder, as if my movement was a purposeful acknowledgment of their visual dedication. I drop my hand. This is too much. Don’t they know I’m just as much flesh and blood as they? But despite my discomfort, I keep smiling, understanding the thing I represent is more important than any truth I might feel about myself. Terra needs this, needs a Dreamer, and I will give them that for as long as I can. So I continue to nod and murmur my words of comfort, of appreciation, and when the requests become unbearable, concede to demonstrate my powers, Cato’s schedule of me reserving that for tomorrow be damned. As we walk along the river’s edge, I pull creatures I suspect a town like this would appreciate into existence. With the coolness collecting in my mind, I envision manta ray to float and flap their large gray wings beside me, their tales swooshing as they glide forward. I call streams of water from the nearby canal to arch overtop of us, imagining multicolored fish to swim within, a ceiling of aquatic life. Pink jellyfish puff through the air, their tentacles harmless as they string out behind them, occasionally passing over an outreached hand.

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