Downstairs there was laughter coming from the
kitchen as Cyrus and Savannah poked at each other while getting their
breakfast. Kyra had slipped the paper in her pocket without Skye noticing her doing
it but she determined to find out what the symbols meant. Figuring it would
help in some way and distract her from her own problems for a little while. She
was going to the library after school anyway and figured she could check the
foreign language sections to help her mother find out what they mean.
After she
tucked it safely away she dropped her arms from Skye’s waist and stepped back.
Her mother’s warm loving eyes sunk right into her making her feel like she was
who she had been before the death. A small smile graced her face for her mother
and Skye took every bit of it into herself. That connection to each other would
never be broken Skye realized. Even though her oldest daughter wouldn’t speak,
she was still in there.
Skye half jogged into the kitchen but approached Savannah with caution not really knowing why, but after the whole box humming thing she felt like she needed to be careful. Even though she didn’t hear the humming herself it was as if everything that was going on meant something but there was too much going on in the first place to sort out. She swore to herself she was going to slow down and take one thing at a time.
Skye half jogged into the kitchen but approached Savannah with caution not really knowing why, but after the whole box humming thing she felt like she needed to be careful. Even though she didn’t hear the humming herself it was as if everything that was going on meant something but there was too much going on in the first place to sort out. She swore to herself she was going to slow down and take one thing at a time.
"OK
honey," she said to Savannah reaching for her at the same time. “Let’s get
you fed and off to school.
"Awww..." Savannah responded and slid off the edge of the counter into Skye’s arms where she swung around and put her dainty feet on the floor. Cyrus scooted Sav towards the table and put a bowl of cereal in front of her, he filled up her glass with milk just as Kyra moved silently between the bodies that were milling around in the kitchen to reach the refrigerator with her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and the green dress she was wearing set off the green in her hazel eyes.
"Awww..." Savannah responded and slid off the edge of the counter into Skye’s arms where she swung around and put her dainty feet on the floor. Cyrus scooted Sav towards the table and put a bowl of cereal in front of her, he filled up her glass with milk just as Kyra moved silently between the bodies that were milling around in the kitchen to reach the refrigerator with her blonde hair pulled back in a tight ponytail and the green dress she was wearing set off the green in her hazel eyes.
Cyrus smiled
at her as she went by and Kyra smiled back. A shadow in the corner of the room
caught her eye and distracted her for a moment but she shook it off and opened
the refrigerator door.
As Kyra searched the fridge for fruit for her breakfast, Skye was reaching into the cabinet for the white oak box so she could get a better look at the statue inside. When she touched the wood she could feel a gentle vibration from it just beneath her finger tips and a slight tingle travelling up her digits along her hands. As soon as she put the box on the island counter the vibrations stopped. So she ignored it, shrugging it off and ran her fingers over the carvings on the outside of the box. Her fingers traced the naked bodies that appeared to be writhing against each other. In between them she hadn’t realized until now that the carvings matched the symbols that Gertie had given her with it. Not that she would have considering she didn’t look at it very hard and hadn’t noticed the symbols at all until she opened the envelope a mere ten minutes ago.
Cyrus and Savannah paid no attention to what Skye was doing but Kyra had stopped rifling through the fridge and was holding an apple in her hand while she watched her mother intently. Skye lifted the latch that secured the box closed and opened the lid. The scent of Sandalwood drifted out of it and the red velvet wrapping around the statue seemed lavish as her fingers unwrapped the treasure inside. Once unwrapped, Skye looked confused. "I could have sworn that she was on one knee when I bought it?" She mumbled to herself.
Kyra took a step closer...
Cyrus heard her say something but didn't hear what she had said. "What?" he asked her. Skye shook her head and repeated. "I swear when I bought this statue that the woman was down on one knee petting the wolf..." she took a breath and continued, "but she's standing here, the wolf is sitting at her feet and her sword is sheathed." Cyrus stood up and moved to the counter. Kyra took another step closer as well... and the shadow appeared again and stayed just outside the fringe of her eyes in the peripheral.
Skye shook her head to clear it thinking she must have been mistaken and removed the statue from the box. Before she had it all the way out of the box she felt a shock where her skin touched the delicately carved black and gold stone. The vibrating sensation returned and intensified immediately. It circled her body making her hairs stand on end electrical sparks up her arms, licking her throat and travelling to her head. She stood stock still taken in by the power she felt emulating from it and caressing every inch of her. Just as she began to mouth the words "Isn't she beautiful?" Savannah screamed and everything went black.
Skye hit the floor hard and her head made a cracking noise when it connected with the floor. The statue slid out of her hands right before she hit the ground sliding away from her and stopping underneath the kitchen table sitting upright. Savannah kept screaming as Kyra tried to keep her quiet and block her view. Cyrus’ heart stopped. "MOM!" he yelled as his feet flew over the smooth linoleum. He rushed over to the other side of the counter to his mother lying unconscious on the floor. He didn’t move her but checked around her for any signs of blood running from her head. He had a terrified feeling in his gut as he looked at her so still but didn't want to scare the girls.
"Kyra call 911!" he screamed at her, his eyes never leaving his mother but…Kyra didn’t move. She kept her arms around her little sister but she couldn't call 911. The most she could do was go get the phone for him and dial the numbers. Cyrus saw she wasn't moving and yelled at her again. "Kyra, for god's sake! Call 911 and tell them mom is hurt!" Kyra stood frozen with her arm around Savannah and quickly grabbed the cordless phone and held it out to him as he checked Skye's head for cuts.
Satisfied that she wasn't bleeding he spun on Kyra ready to shake her violently until her little head popped off when he looked and saw that Savannah, sweet Sav had the phone and was telling the 911 operator that her mother fell down and her brother was trying to help her. Kyra couldn't handle the look of anger and disappointment in his eyes as he stared her down. "Can you at least be useful and text Uncle Dom or Leigh or both of them? You know how to spell right? You haven’t lost that ability?" he didn’t like being angry with her but he didn’t care right now. All he cared about was not losing another parent. "Someone needs to stay with you guys while I go to the hospital with mom." He turned his back to her now and took his place back beside Skye again praying for her to wake up.
As Kyra searched the fridge for fruit for her breakfast, Skye was reaching into the cabinet for the white oak box so she could get a better look at the statue inside. When she touched the wood she could feel a gentle vibration from it just beneath her finger tips and a slight tingle travelling up her digits along her hands. As soon as she put the box on the island counter the vibrations stopped. So she ignored it, shrugging it off and ran her fingers over the carvings on the outside of the box. Her fingers traced the naked bodies that appeared to be writhing against each other. In between them she hadn’t realized until now that the carvings matched the symbols that Gertie had given her with it. Not that she would have considering she didn’t look at it very hard and hadn’t noticed the symbols at all until she opened the envelope a mere ten minutes ago.
Cyrus and Savannah paid no attention to what Skye was doing but Kyra had stopped rifling through the fridge and was holding an apple in her hand while she watched her mother intently. Skye lifted the latch that secured the box closed and opened the lid. The scent of Sandalwood drifted out of it and the red velvet wrapping around the statue seemed lavish as her fingers unwrapped the treasure inside. Once unwrapped, Skye looked confused. "I could have sworn that she was on one knee when I bought it?" She mumbled to herself.
Kyra took a step closer...
Cyrus heard her say something but didn't hear what she had said. "What?" he asked her. Skye shook her head and repeated. "I swear when I bought this statue that the woman was down on one knee petting the wolf..." she took a breath and continued, "but she's standing here, the wolf is sitting at her feet and her sword is sheathed." Cyrus stood up and moved to the counter. Kyra took another step closer as well... and the shadow appeared again and stayed just outside the fringe of her eyes in the peripheral.
Skye shook her head to clear it thinking she must have been mistaken and removed the statue from the box. Before she had it all the way out of the box she felt a shock where her skin touched the delicately carved black and gold stone. The vibrating sensation returned and intensified immediately. It circled her body making her hairs stand on end electrical sparks up her arms, licking her throat and travelling to her head. She stood stock still taken in by the power she felt emulating from it and caressing every inch of her. Just as she began to mouth the words "Isn't she beautiful?" Savannah screamed and everything went black.
Skye hit the floor hard and her head made a cracking noise when it connected with the floor. The statue slid out of her hands right before she hit the ground sliding away from her and stopping underneath the kitchen table sitting upright. Savannah kept screaming as Kyra tried to keep her quiet and block her view. Cyrus’ heart stopped. "MOM!" he yelled as his feet flew over the smooth linoleum. He rushed over to the other side of the counter to his mother lying unconscious on the floor. He didn’t move her but checked around her for any signs of blood running from her head. He had a terrified feeling in his gut as he looked at her so still but didn't want to scare the girls.
"Kyra call 911!" he screamed at her, his eyes never leaving his mother but…Kyra didn’t move. She kept her arms around her little sister but she couldn't call 911. The most she could do was go get the phone for him and dial the numbers. Cyrus saw she wasn't moving and yelled at her again. "Kyra, for god's sake! Call 911 and tell them mom is hurt!" Kyra stood frozen with her arm around Savannah and quickly grabbed the cordless phone and held it out to him as he checked Skye's head for cuts.
Satisfied that she wasn't bleeding he spun on Kyra ready to shake her violently until her little head popped off when he looked and saw that Savannah, sweet Sav had the phone and was telling the 911 operator that her mother fell down and her brother was trying to help her. Kyra couldn't handle the look of anger and disappointment in his eyes as he stared her down. "Can you at least be useful and text Uncle Dom or Leigh or both of them? You know how to spell right? You haven’t lost that ability?" he didn’t like being angry with her but he didn’t care right now. All he cared about was not losing another parent. "Someone needs to stay with you guys while I go to the hospital with mom." He turned his back to her now and took his place back beside Skye again praying for her to wake up.
Kyra felt awful that she froze like that.
She went outside where her mother's cell phone was, scrolled through the numbers until she found Uncle Dominic and sent a text message. She typed one line. 'Uncle it's Kyra, come quick mom is HURT!'
She hoped he wasn't too busy working or something to see his phone. He would know what to do and make them feel better. Her knuckled were white as she held on to the phone for dear life.
She went outside where her mother's cell phone was, scrolled through the numbers until she found Uncle Dominic and sent a text message. She typed one line. 'Uncle it's Kyra, come quick mom is HURT!'
She hoped he wasn't too busy working or something to see his phone. He would know what to do and make them feel better. Her knuckled were white as she held on to the phone for dear life.
The phone
chirped an incoming message.
'I'm on my way.' Was all it said.
'I'm on my way.' Was all it said.
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