Chapter Twenty Two
A couple of weeks had gone by and Marie was a new person. She could call on the fire with just a flick of her wrist and now knew how to control it.
Her uncle showed her some fire tricks of his own. He couldn't produce fire, but he made up for it in other ways. All his life, fire fascinated him . He studied it restlessly. He knew every way to make and use it.
He told her, he and her mom were fortunate because they actually grew up together. They didn't need to see each other in visions because they lived near one another.
They trained every day and came up with different ways to work the fire. Marie's mom was the originator of the fire tornado, which her uncle taught her.
She produced the fire in her hand and focused all her energy within the center. While moving her hand around in a circular motion until the fire began to twirl. She pushed the flame out and up and as it grew the fire funneled from her hand. She could make it bigger if needed, but her uncle urged her to keep it condensed.
He showed her how to make fire illusions. She could actually make a flaming replica of herself or anyone she chose. She didn't know how that would come in handy, but it was cool to do.
Within that time, Marie learned so much about her mom that she never knew. Her uncle was very candid with the stories he shared. Marie could tell how much he loved her mother. It made her think about her and Brenton's situation. She needed to understand why it was forbidden for them to be together.
“Uncle, Brenton told me about how angels weren't supposed to be with each other. Why is that?” she asked one night after her training lesson.
He looked sorrowful before he answered. He told her about the story of the fallen who wanted freewill like mankind, wanted to be able to make their own decisions, marry whomever they pleased. They didn't want to follow orders, but instead rule over someone else.
The thing that was interesting was, they turned around and laid out the same rules that was imparted to them, to their kids and the women.
It was said, they feared if two spawns mated and procreated children, those children would be stronger, greater, have more power than they did. They couldn't be overrun by their own descendants. This is when the rules came about.
They gathered the children who had the ability to see the future and gave them the job of watching. The Watchers' sole duty was to make sure no one was trying to overthrow them or produce a superior race. Every generation, when the gift of remote viewing was passed down, they recruited them and they became part of the group of Watchers. These spawns belonged to and were controlled by the original fallen angels.
Soon, the stories began. If you mated with another spawn you would be cursed and your child would surely die. In reality, when it happened, they were burying the angels, who disobeyed, alive.
They didn't actually hide the fact that the curse story was a lie and they were actually killing them off, but it invoked fear, all the same.
Down through the years, the rules stayed the same, but the stories became more graphic. Parents were telling tales of the most heinous punishments to keep their kids from breaking the law. It was the only way to ensure their safety.
“We often wondered why the Watchers were still around since the fallen angels were captured and thrown in the pit. Obviously, they saw something in the future that we couldn't. They are planning to rise again and there wouldn't be anyone strong enough to stop them,” he said.
“Until now,” Marie said flexing her muscles with a grin on her face.
Her uncle's smile didn't reach his eyes; she knew something else was wrong, but she didn't want to push. Maybe he was in love with her mother and because of some stupid rule, they couldn't be together.
She thought about what it would be like if things would have gone another way; if her mom and him got together. That would mean Frank wouldn't have been her father. Her life would have been totally different.
He stood there in front of her as if he were reading her mind. He looked at her intently, with wide eyes. She didn't know what to do, so she kissed him on the cheek and walked away. He stood with his head down for a moment before he walked off in the opposite direction.
That night, they gathered in the dining area. All of them were seated around the table eating and discussing the trip they were about to take.
Marie, Brenton, DeShon and Marchell were leaving soon to hunt down the other angels. With the help of Helena's daughter, Nacole, they were able to put together a map with the locations of the help they would need. There were at least ten locations in the United States she could find. They would have to hold off going overseas to recruit.
Almost all of them wanted to go, but her uncle didn't think it was wise. Most of them still needed a lot of training and he didn't want to send them out unprepared.
They were already packed and ready to go. At day-break, they were to leave and head to Washington. Marie was excited. This was her first mission.