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The Road of Time
“My daughter.” I gaped at Arina as the disjointed visions sizzled out.
“Yes,” she told me.
“But these are supposed to be memories, not visions from the future.”
“I don’t quite understand it myself,” Arina admitted. “This is some very powerful, very unusual magic.”
“How are the visions from the past linked to those of my daughter from the future?”
Arina shook her head. “I don’t know. But we can find out.”
“How?”
“The weapons of heaven and hell are channeling these visions, magnifying them, so you see them. Like a lens focusing the memories onto you,” she explained.
“Someone is sending me the visions from the Vault, a secret place accessible from the Lost City.”
“Who is sending them to you?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know.”
“Maybe we can figure that out too,” Arina said. “I can help guide you through the visions stored in the Vault, Leda. But you must know that this journey won’t be without risk.”
“I have to do it,” I said, determined. “The fate of my daughter might be at stake.”
“And I’m coming with you,” Nero added.
“I believe I can handle guiding the two of you through the visions,” Arina said. “You will both need to stay focused—and close to me. It will be a narrow trail to follow these visions.”
Nero took my hand. “We understand.”
“One more thing,” said Arina. “In order to make sense of the various visions, I will attempt to shape the narrative chronologically. I will not, however, be able to assist you in battle. I can only guide your path.”
“Do you anticipate there will be fighting? It’s all just visions. None of this is real. Right?” I asked her.
“Just because it’s not happening now, that doesn’t mean it’s not real,” she told me.
“Is this like time travel when you have to be careful not to ruin history or something?” I remembered once reading a novel like that.
“No. It’s not time travel,” Arina said. “What you do won’t change the past, even as you interact with it. But just because you can’t damage the past, that doesn’t mean the past can’t damage you. Be prepared.”
“We are prepared.” Nero’s halo hummed with complete confidence; he was doing it to calm me…and it was working.
“Ok, then here goes nothing,” Arina said.
A warmth rushed over my body, like a gentle ocean wave. I felt my consciousness melt into the Vault’s memory stream.
* * *
The pale-haired angelhad lived many millennia ago on Earth. I didn’t quite understand it, but I had a vague sense that she and her kind had been created by the Immortals. They were angels in all the tangible ways—and yet not really angels in some intangible ways.
I didn’t dwell on this knowledge that had dripped into my mind, a mind that was feeling a bit foggy at the moment. My eyelids were heavy, weighed down by all of this new information.
“Careful, Pandora.” Nero’s hands flashed out, catching me as I swayed.
