Same old Sky | Chapter Seven

"A changeling is a mortal distortion of an ancient blessing on the Vanimedle line," he hissed like a cat whose tail had just been pulled.

Trisha blinked hard and drew back.. Mitch was so hard spoken that it was hard to believe he had such a hard backbone.

This was like .. a dream. Yeah that was it. I pinched myself and blinked back tears. No, it wasn't a dream.

Mitch took a deep breath and said,

"Sam two hundred and fifty three generations ago, Altariel Vanimedle adopted a small blonde haired child. Mortal Child. She blessed the Child, Leona, or Yaviel in the elvish tongue, and her bloodline with long life, beauty, elvish pointed ears, and some of the bloodline had special talents common among elves."

He paused for breath and a graceful presents which made me think of the sea appeared.

A womans face appeared in my mind and her words echoed around me :

"Well said, Ithank son of Dryinkth. Sam.. You have a choice. Join us in the domain of the elves and live forever or live in the mortal world and die with them. You have the rest of the moon to decide. I will contact you soon.."

The voice and face faded and Trisha and Mitch were left staring at me.

I stood up abruptly. "I'm going to bed," I stammered, tumbling towards the dormitory.

Trisha jumped up behind me, grabbing both our backpacks and following me.

Mitch turned back to the water.

When we got to the dorms, Ali was there and asleep at her desk with her face on her open mathbook and her pencil dropped on the floor beneath her hand.

Trisha put my backpack down at the foot of my bed and turned to pack her own for tomorrow when we left on spring break.

I rolled out of bed and blindly stuffed clothes in my own bag. When I was done it was already midnight. I flopped on my bed and almost instantly went to sleep.