Chapter 4
The funnel of wind and suction followed right behind them. Ciaran knew Juliette wanted him. He slowed down and shoved hard at Tadgh's and Madeline's backs. As they fell forward, the tornado drew him in.
Suddenly, it stopped expanding. It withdrew at high speed, away from Tadgh and Madeline.
Ciaran could feel every bone in his body rattling as he flew around in circles inside the wind tunnel of the tornado. It spun him around, and his body crashed into the various objects whirling around with him—trees, walls, stones.
As he came around each time, he could see Madeline in the distance, trying to run at the tornado. Tadgh held her back.
She yelled, seemingly speaking to the air, "Grandfather, if you are the one who sent Juliette, please stop her! I'll go with you! I’ll go wherever you want. Just release Ciaran!"
Ciaran's body dropped to the ground in the center of the funnel after hitting the top of a tree. He spat out blood as he hit the ground hard. His wound had reopened and started to bleed.
Tadgh charged the tornado, trying to get to his brother. The wind wall spun him away, tossing him against a tombstone like he was a mere pebble. There was no way Tadgh would be able to penetrate the circle of wind. It was too powerful.
Ciaran shook his head. “You can’t get in, Tadgh. Don’t hurt yourself.” Ciaran was in the center of the whirling storm. He appeared to be in the eye of the tornado. He leaned on a tree and slowly pulled himself to his feet.
The holographic Juliette appeared next to him and smiled. "Welcome to my world. You're mine now, Ciaran. Forever. Dead or alive." She reached her hand out to grab him.
Her hand would have been cut off had she not withdrawn it quickly enough. A blue lightning bolt struck right between Ciaran and Juliette. Confused and angry, Juliette staggered a few steps backward.
In the middle of the tornado, the woman who stood between Juliette and Ciaran was as beautiful as an angel.
Ciaran stepped closer to the woman. She wore a long, white robe with a furred hood. He could not see her hair, but Ciaran guessed it was long, wavy, and as white as clouds. Her milky skin was almost transparent, and her big blue eyes were striking and oddly familiar.
Ciaran had seen those eyes before.
Unlike Juliette, this woman was not a hologram. The energy coming from her warmed the air around him. He could feel her physical presence.
"Ayana Dee," Juliette grunted with resentment.
Ayana gave Ciaran a warm glance and a gentle smile. Then, she quickly whirled around, snapping at Juliette. "You injured a successor. You are now exiled."
"Since when is he a successor?" Juliette growled.
Ayana grabbed Ciaran's left arm to reveal the golden crucifix tattoo. She pressed her thumb onto Ciaran’s left arm. The contact burned his flesh, glowed, and sparked out some flames.
Ciaran grunted in pain. It felt as if his body was going to disintegrate. Every cell seemed to shift, wanting to move away from the cell next to it. He slumped to the ground.
“His successor position has now been sealed.” Ayana studied the burn mark on Ciaran’s arm with satisfaction. She pulled him up and spun him outside the circle of wind that had imprisoned him.
Ciaran’s body rolled across the ground toward Madeline and Tadgh, and they darted toward him. Ciaran sat up and spat out more blood onto the ground. His insides felt like mashed potatoes. Everything around him appeared to be floating in a haze.
"Biological imprint. That's Bran's seal. I am authorized to activate it," Ayana said.
"But Ciaran didn’t give his consent," Juliette protested.
"He did."
"When?"
"Before your time. I assume your development stopped when your earthly body died. But even with the mind of a twenty-one-year-old, you should be able to understand that your position comes with great responsibility. Don’t be petty about what happened to you on Earth.”
“Petty! My life was cut short! You might think it’s petty to be angry about that, but for those of us born and raised on this filthy planet, we have only one life. Taking a life is not petty!” Juliette cried.
“So what exactly are you trying to do with Ciaran?”
“He’s mine!” Juliette looked like a child having a temper tantrum, like she wanted to stomp her feet in anger. But she was able to refrain from doing so.
Ayana shook her head. “You’re still a child, and I am afraid you’ll never grow up.” Ayana waved her arms in the air. The air pressure crushed Juliette's hologram. She heaved and hissed in anger.
"You don't have the power to exile me."
"Maybe not. But I can certainly constrain all of your power."
"No, you can't!" Juliette yelled.
A spark of white light cut through the air, and the hologram of Richard Kelley appeared.
"We need her,” he said. “You can't do this Ayana."
Madeline called out from outside the light circle, "Grandfather!"
“He comes for you, doesn’t he? Well, I won’t let him take you.” Ciaran stood up, pulling Madeline away. He could hardly walk. Each movement he made felt like he was trying to move a mountain. Madeline wrapped her arm around his waist to support him. Tadgh was right behind. They rushed toward the car.
Inside the wind circle, Ayana crushed Juliette harder. Juliette's hologram looked as if it was disintegrating. Richard then swung his white sword and broke through the air pressure around Juliette.
"You need Juliette to balance your power, don't you? You’re selfish, Richard."
Richard sneered. "We have no real leadership now. If I don't take care of my power, who will?"
"Eudaiz is a place for everyone. You don’t have to overpower the council. The thirty-three-year cycle has come. We will have a new leader.”
"No, Ayana. If we can’t get stronger, we’ll be ruined. I can't let you restrain Juliette."
“She will be the one who ruins us. Every day Ciaran is still on this planet, we’re vulnerable. And yet all she can see is her petty resentment."
“But she’s a certainty. He’s not.” Richard pointed at Ciaran. “I’m taking Juliette with me.” He approached Juliette.
“You underestimate me, Richard.” Ayana turned toward Madeline and waved her arm.
Madeline slumped to the ground and covered her ears. "That jingle, that sound again," she said. It was the same sound she had heard from Mrs. Hanson and the Roman soldiers. It was a sound that made her head feel like it was exploding. And now it was coming from Ayana.
Ciaran grabbed her. He helped to cover her ears, but it didn’t seem to help at all. Madeline’s nose started to bleed.
Ciaran charged back toward the tornado. "Ayana, tell me what you want and I'll do it."
Ciaran couldn’t penetrate the wind wall. He stood there, helpless.
Richard tightened his grip on his sword. Ayana cocked an eyebrow at him in challenge. "Juliette or Madeline. Choose."
"Richard, Madeline is your granddaughter!" Ciaran shouted at Richard.
"You don't know anything, Ciaran."
"Your ally or your granddaughter, Richard?" Ayana said dryly, her face as cold as steel.
Richard turned toward Madeline. "Madeline, I now name you the successor of Sciphil One. Do you accept?"
"Accept what?" Madeline puffed out the question.
Ayana's composure wavered slightly. It was surprise and anger that Ciaran saw on her face. He recalled Ayana telling Juliette before that she could not hurt a successor. It could work. Although they might be jumping out of the frying pan and into the fire, he didn’t have any other solution at the moment.
Ciaran staggered back, kneeling next to Madeline. Tadgh cradled her in his arms. She was fading. Blood came out of her nose and trickled from her mouth.
"Madeline, they can’t hurt a successor of whatever it was he said. Just accept it. Please,” Ciaran said.
“Are you sure her soul is virtuous?” Ayana said.
“I’m sure,” Richard said. “She lived on this bloody planet, and she works as a journalist. Her soul is probably like a nun’s by this point, which is very unfortunate.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Ciaran asked.
“A virtuous soul belongs to someone who has never killed an innocent. If her soul isn’t virtuous, succeeding a Sciphil position will only kill her,” Ayana said, casting a glance at Madeline, who was on the verge of passing out.
"I need you to stay alive. Please just say yes." Ciaran wiped the blood from her face. His hands shook uncontrollably. He wasn’t sure if he shook more because he was weakened or because he feared losing her.
"I can’t lose you, Madeline. Accept whatever it is. We will work out the next step,” he said.
She closed her eyes.
“No, Madeline, don’t leave me. Don’t do this to me. Just say yes.”
The world was a blur to Ciaran. Blood was everywhere. His blood. Her blood. He didn’t know which was which. He grabbed Madeline from Tadgh and held her in his arms. "Please."
Richard repeated, "My granddaughter, I name you as the successor of Sciphil One. Do you accept?"
Ciaran hadn’t a shred of strength left in him, but he would fight until he was sure she survived. He held her in his arms and waited.
Then, to his relief, she nodded. "Yes, I accept."
Ayana withdrew the sound wave immediately. She moved close to the wind wall without stepping outside and said dryly, “I hope it’s worth it, Ciaran. Remember, the day you accept the responsibility, many lives are in your hands. So choose your actions very carefully.” She turned and disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
“Which position? What am I responsible for?” Ciaran asked, although he knew Ayana was gone and couldn’t hear him.
Richard grabbed Juliette, and they both disappeared along with the tornado.
The chilly cemetery returned to its eerie quietness. In front of Madeline, Ciaran, and Tadgh was a scene from a war zone.
Madeline recovered soon after the sound stopped. Ciaran spat out more blood. The surgical wound on his chest continued to bleed. He stood up and staggered back toward the destroyed tomb.
On the platform, Juliette's coffin was open. The inside was empty. He wasn’t hallucinating. The body hadn’t just blown away in the wind. The interior of the coffin appeared to be completely intact.
Juliette’s body had never been inside the coffin.
Ciaran glanced around in shock. What had happened to his world? Then it dawned on him. His mother had opened Mon Ciel’s security shield once, an impossible task to do by herself. There were only two people with the access code to the shield—himself and his father.
Ciaran scrambled toward his father's grave, which had also been blown open by Juliette's tornado. His father's coffin was not just empty—it had obviously been without a body inside for twenty years.
He stood completely still for a moment. It seemed as though the ground was shifting under his feet. He turned and left the tomb floor. He stumbled toward Madeline as she ran to him, reaching him just as he passed out cold on the ground.