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“Be right back.”
Maddie disappeared into her small office within the diner.
While she waited, Eve reflected on how she got here.
She hadn’t slept well for at least a week. It started with the droning in her ears, sometimes whispers that she couldn’t decipher, sometimes muffled noises or shrill wails. She was certain they had to do with the Song of Destiny she wore on one of her ring fingers.
She’d heard voices that came from within before that led her to direct Ben and his friends to travel to Egypt. But this time, she couldn’t for the life of her make out the words. Couldn’t glean what the Song was trying to tell her.
Next, there were her dreams.
Vivid dreams of ancient Egypt, scenes that swirled around two individuals in particular. She could see them so clearly, could describe them in vivid detail:
There was a small woman who might have been around the same height as Eve’s true form with short, thick, dark curls, big, slanted cat-like eyes, a small nose and full mouth. She had a heart-shaped face and a Mona-Lisa smile, a mask of neutrality and equanimity that she wore for court.
But in private, with the few people she trusted, she was practically bursting with passion, feeling and curiosity. For a personage of royal station, especially in that highly stratified society, she cared too much in Eve’s estimation. It would either be her greatest strength or her ultimate downfall.
There was a big man who shared similar stature as the Immortals Eve was accustomed to seeing come in and out of theDrink of Mediner every day.
Some of those rugged warriors lived in town, but most lived in the nearby mountains. She didn’t know exactly where; she had no reason to go exploring (snooping). And she was generally exhausted by her waitressing job as Eve, or busy apprenticing in woodworking as Michael, or too tired to get out of her comfy library chair as Ruth.
Point was, the big man in her dreams from ancient Egypt was of similar height, breadth and muscle mass as the Immortals Seventh Sister was all too familiar with. He had solemn golden eyes, opaque and unreadable in public. And even in private with the woman.
But when no one else was looking, only Seventh Sister from the land of dreams, there was such sadness and pain in him, reflected clearly in those windows to his soul.
Her dreams followed their lives in snippets, like movie scenes.
(Seventh Sister was terribly fond of movies. One of her favorite human past times was to binge on whatever was on TV or go to the theater and pig out on ice-cream and popcorn. Those aspects about being human didn’t suck smelly armpits at all).
In the latest dream, the woman and the man seemed to reach an understanding. They looked at each other with the love they each felt shining completely unrestrained on their faces.
Finally!Seventh Sister thought in her subconsciousness.
Those two weresodramatic. It was like watching a telenovela but with real intensity and real consequences.
The dreams were so real, she felt drained upon waking, as if she’d lived through their lives alongside the couple. Between the dreams and the whispers in her ears, she hadn’t had a full night’s rest for far too long.
Something was up.
The universe, or at least the Song of Destiny and the Jewel of Dreams were trying to tell her something.
But what?
What was she to do about a pair from ancient Egypt from the middle of nowhere modern America?
“Sorry it took so long to dig out the meds,” Maddie said, coming back with a small bottle of pills.
“I have too much random stuff stashed back there. You can take the whole bottle. There’s only a third left. Just be careful you don’t take too many of them at once or within a certain period of time,” she instructed like a mother hen.
“I’ve learned not to take what you know for granted.”
Perhaps Maddie was thinking what Eve was thinking—about the first day she started work, and all of the basic things she had to be taught.
Like being a waitress didn’t actually mean that you stood around all day and waited. You were supposed to “wait” on other people. Serve them according to their requirements.
She didn’t particularly like the service part of her job (which was almost all of her job, aside from bussing some tables and washing some dishes), but she didn’t have many other useful skills to make money. So she was grateful for Maddie’s offer and hospitality. She couldn’t really complain.
“Go on upstairs to your apartment,” Maddie said, giving her a little nudge in that direction.
