"brother." "This is my blessing to you." Grandma began to recite an ancient Cherokee blessing so familiar to me its words were like coming home. "May the warm winds of Heaven blow softly on your home..."
The five of us repeated, "May the warm winds of Heaven blow softly on your home..."
Grandma continued. "And the Great Spirit bless all who enter there..."
This time, as we repeated the blessing, Damien and the Twins recited it with us.
Grandma's voice stayed strong and steady. "May your moccasins make happy tracks in many snows..."
When our voices rose to repeat Grandma's words, everyone within the circle had joined us. The blessing even echoed from behind us, and I knew the Benedictine nuns had left their sanctuary to add their prayer to ours.
As Grandma spoke the last line of the poem, her voice was filled with such love and warmth and complete joy, it brought tears to my eyes. "And may the rainbow always touch your shoulder..."
Then over the sound of our voices joined in blessing, I heard Kalona's agonized cry. He had staggered to a halt only feet away from me. Neferet was at his side, her beautiful face twisted in hatred. He reached one hand out to me.
"Why, A-ya?" he said.
I gazed into his incredible amber eyes and banished him with the truth. "Because I choose love."
A blinding light, made of the glowing silver thread that bound our circle, whipped from me and wrapped around Kalona and Neferet. I watched as the noose it made began to tighten. I knew the silver thread was not just made of the elements, but was also strengthened by Night and Spirit, Blood and Humanity, and grounded in Earth.
With a terrible cry, Kalona staggered back. Neferet clung to him. The darkness that pulsed from her twitched and writhed as she shrieked in agony. Thouh.<)eIgh he never took his gaze from mine, he wrapped his arms around Neferet, unfurled his mighty, night-colored wings, and leaped into the sky. He hovered there for an instant, as his wings beat against gravity, and then the silver thread reared back, gaining momentum, before it snapped, whiplike, at them, lifting the winged man and the fallen High Priestess up and up until they disappeared into the clouds with the Raven Mockers screaming and following behind.
The instant he disappeared from view, I felt a familiar burning spread across my chest, and I knew next time I looked at myself in the mirror, I would see another Mark of my Goddess's favor, though this one would be mixed with scars and deep, heartbreaking pain.
AFTERWARD
None of us said anything for what seemed like a long time. Then, moving automatically, I thanked the elements, closing our circle. Numbly, I helped Grandma back to her wheelchair. Sister Mary Angela began mothering everyone, clucking about how wet and cold and tired we all must be, and herding everyone toward the abbey, where she promised hot chocolate and dry clothes awaited us.
"The horses," I said.
"Already cared for." Sister Mary Angela nodded toward two nuns I recognized from my volunteer work at Street Cats as Sister Bianca and Sister Fatima, who were leading the three horses to a little side building that was now a green house but had a heavy stone foundation that made it look like it could once have been a stable.
I nodded, feeling utterly exhausted, and called to Darius. Then, followed closely by him, Erik, and Heath, I walked out to Stark's still body.
He had crumpled to the ground beside the Hummer and was clearly illuminated by the big vehicle's lights. The shirt had been burned away from his chest, and there was the bloody brand of a broken arrow over his heart. The wound looked terrible. Not only was it raw and bleeding, it was also bruised, like a hot iron had been punched into him. I steeled myself. I'd seen him die once, I could bear witness to his second death. Drawing a deep breath, I knelt beside him and took his hand. I'd been right. He wasn't breathing. But as soon as I touched him, he drew a deep breath, coughed, and opened his eyes as he grimaced with pain.
"Hey," I said softly, smiling through my tears and silently thanking Nyx for this miracle. "Are you really okay?" He looked down at his chest. "Weird burn, but besides feeling like I've been run over by five elements, I think I'm fine."
"You scared me," I said.
"I scared myself," he said.
"Warrior, when you pledge yourself to the ser vice of a High Priestess, the goal is not to frighten her to death but to protect your lady from death," Darius said as he offered Stark his hand.
Stark took it, and stood, slowly and painfully. "Well," he said with that cocky smile I loved so much, "serving this lady might be cause for a whole new book of rules to be written."
"You're telling us?" Erik said.
"Yeah, not something we don't already know," Heath said.
"Well, hell," I said, shaking my head at all of my boys.
"Zoeybird! Look up!" my grandma called to me. I glanced up and drew a deep, wondering breath.
The clouds had completely dissipated, leaving the sky clear to expose a brilliant crescent moon that shone so bright it burned away any lingering confusion and sadness Kalona had planted in my heart.
Sister Mary Angela joined me. She, too, was gazing up, but her face was turned to the statue of Mary, on which the moon had cast a single, beautiful beam of light.
"It isn't finished with him or with her yet, you know," she said softly, for my ears alone.
"I know," I said. "But what ever happens, my Goddess will be with me."
"As will your friends, child. As will your friends."
THE END