Page 40 of Soul of a Woman


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“Humans are born with a finite amount of time that Mother grants them. When they have served their purpose, they are taken; many times to another realm, sometimes they return to her to be gifted with another lifetime. On the other hand, if a soul does evil while on Earth, they are delivered to Hades where he keeps their soul imprisoned for eternity. My mother, Destiny, my sisters and I are used to drawing the picture Mother wants, but ultimately, Mother is the only one who knows the whole picture because she is the artist.”

Broni stood up, shrugging. “There is a time when it is all dealt with according to how Mother chooses. Sometimes, she gives her punishments or rewards immediately. Sometimes, after they die. It’salways when She chooses because She is the creator.”

Rhys stood, staring at Broni. “You told me about you and your sister’s gifts. Cara’s took my family when they died. Where did she take them?”

This question Broni had been dreading most of all, knowing if she didn’t answer he would just ask her sister himself.

“Their souls were given to Mother. I honestly don’t know where they are now. If they are still with her, or if they’ve been given life again. Only Mother or Zerina would know that answer.”

“Zerina would know where my family is now? Deena might have been reborn?”

When Broni saw the hope in his eyes, she hid the pain his question caused her.

“Zerina is the most important of us all. It is her responsibility to place the soul within the infant child at its first breath. She is the strongest and the weakest of us all.”

Before he could ask, she answered his next question. “Cara and I see our soul but a short time before we move on, however Zerina sees hers for a lifetime, sometimes through several lifetimes. So, yes, she would know if Deena was given another life.”

“Does it happen often?” Broni could see he was seeking any tiny thread of encouragement that he could find his family again.

“To a special few, they are granted another life.” Broni stared into Rhys’s eyes. “Then there are the strong whose soul is so important it is needed over and over through many lifetimes.”

“Are those the only ones?” Rhys wanted hope that his children’s short lives would be given another chance. It wouldn’t be comfort for losing them, but it was something he could cling to during the night when their absence left him in pain at his failure to protect them.

“For those whose lives were ended too soon,” Broni rose to her feet, going toward the door, “a second chance for life is granted.”

Rhys noticed her trembling hand as she opened the door, leaving him alone, and for the first time in a long time, the silence wasn’t welcome.

* * *

Rhys was kept busy the next several weeks. Broni escorted him through different time periods, observing battles he had only read about in college History classes. During his free time, he worked out with Jericho. Surprisingly, he was developing a strong friendship with the demi-God. Neither liked to talk about their pasts, so instead, they would talk about their new experiences. Jericho would go with Cara when she was called, therefore Rhys and he would tell each other where they had been that day.

He was kept busy, but he noticed the heightening tension taking over the household as the whereabouts of Broni’s sister, Zerina, remained unknown. Fate and Destiny spent many hours on the balcony searching the stars for her, and he could see their exhaustion becoming more evident as each day passed.

Rhys was on his way to breakfast when he passed by Jericho and Cara’s room.Cara often joined them for the meal before they went their own way. Cara leaving to join her sister and mother while Rhys and Jericho sweated and grunted through marathon workout sessions. Neither could explain the need they felt to strengthen their bodies, a compulsion that grew stronger each day.

He was just passing the door when Jericho exited the room, slamming the door behind him. Seeing him wince at the loud noise in the long hallway, it didn’t takemuch to deduce there was a problem between the couple.

Jericho fell in step with Rhys as they headed downstairs.

“Problems?” Rhys didn’t want to pry into his new friend’s private life, yet he was willing to lend an ear.

“No… yes.” Jericho let out a sigh. “Not an argument. I am just worried about Cara. She is not feeling well. I want to send for a doctor, but she just tells me to leave her alone. I don’t even know if there are doctors here. She refuses to answer my questions.” Rhys saw the worried look on his face.

“Is there a particular time of the day she is sick?”

Jericho cast him a sideways glance.“Yeah, morning. That’s why she hasn’t been down to breakfast the last few days.”

“Is her body tenderer? Is she overly grumpy?”

“Yes. Do you think it could be a virus? You would think with them being immortal, they couldn’t get sick.” Rhys didn’t think Cara was the only one being moody.

“I think I may know the problem. Deena suffered from the same illness a couple of times.”

“Really? What do you think it is?”

Arriving at the table, Rhys loaded a plate full of eggs and bacon then finished it off with a heaping helping of biscuits and gravy. The men were immortal, but their stomachs refused to give up the ritual of a hearty breakfast. No longer having to worry about the ramifications of such gluttony on their human bodies, they enjoyed the heavy meals prepared for them.

Rhys handed Jericho the huge plate of food. “I think you should take her breakfast in bed. If she eats it, she’ll be in a better mood. If not and she instead runs for the bathroom, then congratulations.” Rhys grinned at Jericho’s uncomprehending expression.

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