{"id":3664,"date":"2018-07-18T00:00:52","date_gmt":"2018-07-18T04:00:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3664"},"modified":"2018-07-17T16:07:57","modified_gmt":"2018-07-17T20:07:57","slug":"forty-two-04-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/awakenings.embklitzke.com\/?p=3664","title":{"rendered":"Forty-two – 04"},"content":{"rendered":"

[This post is from Phelan’s point of view.]<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cPhelan.\u201d<\/p>\n

Marin\u2019s voice was low but urgent. His gaze slid toward her for the space of a heartbeat, long enough to see her widened eyes and the blood draining from her face.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook,\u201d she whispered, jerking her chin toward the field.<\/p>\n

There was a glow deep in the mists, an eerie, otherworldly light. The sight set his heart to hammering and he gulped in a breath, no longer daring to hold it for a second more.<\/p>\n

\u201cIs it Matt?\u201d Marin asked. \u201cIs he doing that?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI don\u2019t know,\u201d Phelan said, the words tasting like ash. \u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n

What the hell are you up to, Matt?<\/em><\/p>\n

Another pop, then another. The skies twisted and the mists began to glow.<\/p>\n

Far away, someone screamed. It wasn\u2019t pain, it was terror.<\/p>\n

\u201cShit,\u201d Phelan breathed, rocking closer to the edge of the parapet, straining to see through the impenetrable, now-glowing mists. \u201cShit, Matt, what are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n

Another series of pops rippled out, echoing and distant. Every hair on his body stood on end, the world seeming to crackle around him\u2014around all of them.<\/p>\n

Earth geysered sky-high at the far end of the field, the screams of terror beginning to mingle with cries of pain. On the other side of Marin, Phelan saw Seamus stiffen from the corner of his eye.<\/p>\n

\u201cD\u00e9ithe agus arrachtaigh<\/em>,\u201d Seamus breathed, his eyes widening. \u201cIt\u2019s been an age since I saw something like that.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s protecting her the only way he can see,\u201d Phelan whispered, his throat suddenly tight, raw. I pushed him too hard. Gods and monsters, what have I done?<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cHe\u2019s protecting all of us,\u201d Marin said, rocking to her feet, squinting through the wind and rain. \u201cThe mist is rolling back and I don\u2019t see anything except bodies.\u201d<\/p>\n

Phelan swallowed bile, following her gaze. She was right, the mists\u2014still glowing that odd shade\u2014were retreating, recoiling, twisting back on themselves like the clouds above. His breath caught. There were bodies, some camazotzi<\/em>, some human, and others things he didn\u2019t want to identify\u2014things he didn\u2019t want to get close enough to identify. He looked at Matt again, evergreen and silver light twisting faintly around him and Hecate.<\/p>\n

He swallowed hard.<\/p>\n

None of us know what we\u2019ve done here and that scares the shit out of me.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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