The Prophecy (The Guardians) - By Wendy Owens Page 0,56
Damon asked, still unsure about what he was being told, but desperate to know about his family.
“Honestly, I don’t know. We’ve been looking for her, but we haven’t been able to locate her, at least not yet.” Gabe explained, not willing to confirm the horrible news. “We won’t give up until we know either way, alright?”
Gabe watched as Damon processed everything, he saw his look shift suddenly. “Wait, I don’t understand, why would you all care about me or my aunt? Why are we so important?”
“We think High Point was chosen to send a message.”
“What? This is not making sense!” Damon exclaimed, frustrated.
Gabe knew the easiest way for Damon to make sense of any of it would be to have Rachel help, “You have a sister named Rachel?”
“How did you know that?” Damon asked.
Gabe smiled, waiting to make sure he chose his next words carefully.
Damon did not wait for him to speak. He added, “I had a sister.”
Gabe sat back. Even though he knew Rachel was alive, to hear someone refer to her in such a way sent a chill through his body. “What do you mean?”
“She disappeared a while ago. The cops don’t have any leads. They told my aunt chances are she’s already dead.” Damon explained. “My aunt wouldn’t accept it, but I knew better. Rachel wouldn’t do that to us, to me, if she was alive, she would have found a way to get word to me.”
“Perhaps it wasn’t that easy.” Gabe suggested.
“No, Rachel wouldn’t have let anything get in her way.” Damon insisted.
Taking a deep breath, Gabe prepared himself for the reaction of his next statement, “She’s not dead.”
“What? That’s not funny.” Damon snapped, annoyed by the hope this stranger seemed to be trying to dish out to him.
“No, it’s not funny—but she’s not dead, Damon. She’s here.”
Damon gasped, his eyes growing twice their normal size, “What are you talking about? That’s impossible.”
“Before tonight, would you have said flying unicorns were impossible?” Gabe questioned.
“Where is she?” Damon exclaimed.
“She’s in the infirmary, sleeping. Don’t worry, she’s fine, she’s just getting some rest.”
“Has she been here the entire time she was missing?” Damon asked, trying to figure out what exactly he found himself in the middle of.
“No, but she has been with me at my home. I’ve been protecting her from those things that attacked High Point.” Gabe explained.
“Wait, I’m confused, why would those things be after my sister?”
“It’s kind of a long story, but they know that she is very important to the future of mankind.” Gabe answered.
“Rachel? No there’s been some sort of mistake.”
“There’s no mistake.”
“How is she so important?” Damon persisted.
“It’s complicated.”
“Well un-complicate it,” Damon demanded.
Gabe hesitated for a moment; he knew how crazy the truth would sound. In the end he decided he needed to be honest with him, “She will be the mother of a great prophet.” Gabe offered.
“That’s insane, what are you talking about? That doesn’t even make sense.”
“The demons know how important her child will be to the cause.”
“But wait— she’s not pregnant.”
“You’re right, she’s not. You have to understand something, this is only one possible future for her. The choices she makes will determine her path. It doesn’t matter though, the demons want no chance of that future coming to pass, so they want to kill her and eliminate the possibility.”
“Do you realize how crazy you sound? I can’t believe Rachel would willingly stay with you people. I want to see my sister.”
“Damon, I will take you to your sister, but first there is something I must tell you.”
“So tell me.”
“My name is Gabe Harwood—”
“Good for you.”
“Will you just listen to me for a minute kid? My name is Gabe Harwood, I’m a Guardian and I’m in love with your sister. I’m going to marry her.”
Damon didn’t speak; the look on his face was blank. The awkward silence lingered between them for a bit until at last he spoke, “I’m sorry, let me see if I’ve got this straight. First a couple of guys come and kidnap me from school, and then you tell me that my aunt may be dead, killed by some demons. Let’s see, then there’s my dead sister, who you say is in fact not dead, but instead, the girl I have known my entire life, the one who has never had a single, successful, long lasting relationship, is getting married to you, a freakish half breed guardian angel who fights these so called demons. Does that about sum it up?”
“Yup, seems like you’ve got a