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“No, my dear. Your name came from something else. You see, when I was young, my father would tell me stories of Halley’s comet. The comet was believed to be an omen of things to come, good and bad. When I found out you were to be born, I knew that you were my omen of the good things to come.”
Halley scrunched her nose, the story confusing to her young mind. “Am I a good or bad thing?”
Halley’s mother pulled her under her arm, holding her close. “Oh, my sweet Halley, you are the best thing to happen to me. And do you want to know another secret about the comet?”
Halley nodded, intrigued by her mother’s words.
“The comet will be visible once in your lifetime. And you, you are my once in a lifetime miracle Halley.”
Halley snuggled closer to her mother, content in her arms, as she began drifting off to sleep.
Before the vision could fade, I focused on her mother, on the love Halley felt, on the joy in her mother’s words as she spoke to her daughter, and just when I thought all this was useless, I felt a pull, the tug of another’s past. Holding on tight to the feeling, my mind transported to another vision of the past, one belonging to the woman.
The woman stood with an older man, somewhere in his sixties, with balding red hair. The man smiled at Halley’s mother, the two of them bursting with excitement.
“You really found it? After all these centuries, you found theDomicilium Prophecy?” The woman asked with disbelief and the man nodded, moving around the room as if he couldn’t stand still.
“We found it, Lenora. We really did.” The man responded and Halley’s mother, Lenora, smiled wider if possible.
“I knew you could do it Dad. I knew you would find it. So, what do we do now? Are we going home?”
The man chuckled, affection in his gaze as he stared at his daughter. “Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’ve spoken with Head Councilman Raphael and we both decided that it be best to keep this under wraps for now. As you know, there are some people who would prefer we never went home and in the wrong hands, the prophecy could be destroyed.”
The mood sobered as both of them thought of these people.
“And when will we fulfill the prophecy?” Lenora asked and her father shrugged.
“I do not know. That’s now in the Council’s hands. They must search for the five heirs the prophecy speaks of and then perform the actions to open the portal home. I have no idea how they will achieve this, but until then, the prophecy will stay hidden.”
“Can I know where?”
Her father hesitated for a moment before answering. “You must not tell anyone. Not even that husband of yours.”
Lenora nodded solemnly. “I swear I won’t say a word.”
“It will be hidden where only the elders have been, where only the Obscurum, the changed, may open. The Sanctum Library.”
The vision disappeared and I was transported back to the room. Everyone sat in silence, staring at me, waiting for my answer. I looked ahead, gazing into Halley’s eyes that were shiny with unshed tears.
“She knew where the prophecy was hidden. I know where it is.” I told Halley, waiting for her reaction.
I couldn’t imagine finding out that not only had my mother hid my identity from me my whole life, but that she knew one of the most important facts of the Divines. However, instead of responding to the news of the prophecy, Halley’s face shuttered as she uttered one sentence.
“I guess I was the omen of bad things to come.”
Chapter Fifteen
Halley
When Knox had told me to think of a happy memory of Mom, one close to my heart and that showed who Mom was, I immediately knew which one to think of. Throughout my youth, I never questioned whether Mom loved me. I knew her love for me was infinite. But I truly understood it for the first time when she told me the story of my name. It had always just been the two of us, but it never seemed to worry her. I was her once in a lifetime miracle, the good in her life, and she took every opportunity to tell me.
But as I relived the memory for Knox to sift through my past, I couldn’t help but think she had it all wrong. I wasn’t the omen of good things to come, I was the opposite. Terrible things seemed to follow me, affecting those around me. Mom was dead because of me. The Hunters attacked Willow Grove because of me. And if the fate of the Divines rested in my hands? Well, I couldn’t see that turning out too well either.
Needing a reprieve from this whole situation, I stood up, ignoring the worried looks of my friends and rushed out the door. Too many emotions bombarded me, and I wished I could just shut it off. I wished, not for the first time, that this wasn’t my life. I didn’t want the hand I had been dealt. I wanted a life with my mom where she watched me grow up, dropped me off at school where I had many friends, where she consoled me when I got my heart broken for the first time. A life where my heart wasn’t broken into pieces, and I didn’t have the pressure of being the last fucking Enchantress alive.
“It’s too much?” A gruff voice asked from behind me, and I turned towards Madden.
He was leaning against a tree, his large frame almost covering the entire trunk. His long brown hair was pulled back and his eyes gazed at me with concern. I’m sure I looked a mess right now. My eyes were bloodshot from my tears and my hair was a mess from running through the woods. But right now, I didn’t care. All I could focus on was the man in front of me. I didn’t know what was brewing between us, but I knew that being in his arms made everything else fade away.
