Chapter 19

**Amelia**

I can hear their voices, but they are too far away. My mind doesn’t want to pull away from the darkness yet because when I do, then what I know will change everything. This is my fault too. I played a part in this future even if it wasn’t my choice. Part of me should have known better than to accept this deal to help in the first place. Hindsight is twenty-twenty, I guess.

Still, if I stay here, then I can’t fix the mess that’s been made. Where would I start? There are no good options and all of them lead to the inevitable end…war. It is what the Fates have planned and they seem to believe that no one will be able to stop them. Could they be right? Their abilities are powerful and they don’t seem to have been challenged before. They think they’re untouchable, but that isn’t true. The Moon Goddess gave her power to me, but also possess the power of the white wolves.

So much power lies inside me that maybe I can stop this future…to stop this war.

The same question remains…how?

I can find the gods and tell them what the Fates have planned, but who am I to speak to them? How do I even contact them? I know nothing about that world other than it exists. Wait…

If Elena gave me her memories, then she must know where they are. Now…to figure out how to access her memories.

‘Leave it to me,’ Anaya says.

I wait impatiently while she works, but I try to follow her through the parts of my mind that looks more like a giant filing system than snap shots of memories. What is it that Sherlock Holmes called it…his mind palace? I guess he’s not the only one who has super mind storage ability.

Anaya huffs out a laugh of sorts, but doesn’t comment on my odd thoughts. I guess panic causes my mind to drift in odd directions sometimes.

‘I think I found something, but the memory is very old,’ Anaya says.

The darkness in front of me fades and a fuzzy image appears. It’s almost like watching a very old projection film. Anaya isn’t wrong. The images are blurry and hard to make out. Slowly, though, something comes into focus. It isn’t much, but it’s enough to give me an idea of what I’m looking at.

‘Is this right?’ I ask Anaya, even though I know it is because I’m seeing it.

‘It seems so.’ She says.

The thing I’m seeing looks a lot like what you would expect a Roman temple once looked. Which makes sense, but it looks like only rubble is left. How is that going to help me? The memory shifts and the building gets closer, like I’m walking toward it. Except it’s Elena moving closer. She walks past a set of half standing pillars and stops in the center of the building where a giant symbol is carved on the ground. She looks up at the skies and starts saying something, but I can’t make it out. Then she lowers herself to the ground and bows…waiting. Several minutes go by and then there is a flash of light and I feel her being sucked away from where she was to some other plane of existence.

When she stands, there are several throws set up in front of her. Each one hosts a god in their godly garb.

“Goddess of the moon. Why do you seek our council?” The god in the enter asks.

The lightning bolt pin holding his cloak makes it clear he is Zeus. The memory tappers off before I can hear what they say, but I have what I need. I expect the memory to simply disappear, but suddenly that small tug I had felt while watching it pulls at me like a tether and I am shot to the very place I had just seen. Suddenly I’m part of the memory and standing in front of the gods.

“Welcome Amelia.” Zeus says.

His voice booms, and the other gods bow their head in greeting.

“Thank you?” What do I say?

He smiles. “I am sure this is disorienting for you, but your wish to speak with us was strong enough for me to bring you here.”

Right…

“So what troubles you, young one?” He asks.

I clear my throat and straighten my spin. I’m not just Amelia anymore, I am a goddess too.

“I have found out something troubling. A vision, I suppose you can say. Of the Fates. They have manipulated time so that humans and the supernatural will start a war. A war that will start small but grow as tension between the two groups intensifies. Their goal is to wipe out all life on earth. I seek your help because I don’t know what to do to save them.” I tell them honestly.

The gods look at one another with concern.

“I see. Unfortunately, the Fates do not adhere to the basic structures we do. In a sense, they are wild cards. We can not stop them.”

I figured as much. “What can you do?”

Zeus sighs. “I’m sorry to say there is nothing we can do.”

My heart aches from his words. Everyone will be gone…everyone but me. Because I am no longer human or wolf, I am a goddess. My soul no longer rests on the planes of earth.

“There has to be some way. There’s always a way.”

“You are right, but few are willing to pay the price for what must be done. It is easier to be selfish and survive, but only a pure heart would be willing to sacrifice everything for the greater good. Would you?”

His question is a loaded one. What he says makes sense. Most people want to live a long fulfilled life where they enjoy all the world has to offer them. Few are ready to risk their lives for anything, but I’m not one of them. I’ve lived several lives, and some were happy ones. How can I stand aside and let the Fates destroy everything for the simple reason that they can?

I needed to talk to Owen and Alexander. They need to know what’s going to happen.
“You must decide now, young one. Something tells me that time is not on your side,” One of the other gods says.

“I have to say goodbye to my mates.”

“Will a goodbye help them when you are gone? Pain is pain. Knowing the pain is coming does not stop it from hurting. Spare them and do what must be done.” Zeus says.

He has a point. Saying goodbye won’t change the hurt my mates will feel. It won’t help me let them go any easier. Seeing them one last time will only make my decision harder than it already is. Who will benefit from one more second of time? I can’t be selfish.

“I understand.” I tell the gods. “The only problem is I have always been summoned by the Fates. I don’t know how to go wherever they are.”

“You have the power. Look inside yourself and visualize where it is you want to go. Your power is strong. Allow yourself to let go and allow instinct to kick in.”

Right. Instinct.

That tugging I felt before it breaks and I am released into the dark void.

Okay…think about where I want to go. I’m torn because the beautiful place I had once associated with the Fates is a facade, not their true home. I don’t want to see the masks they were; I want to see the real them. So I think about the vision I saw and focus on every detail until a clear picture is in my mind.

Then I feel it. The pull. I’m snapped into the exact place I had visualized. There is a startled scream and my eyes snap to the three women who have caused so much pain. They are looking at me with wide eyes and around the room as if they can’t understand what’s happened.

“How?” Isa asks.

“I know the truth about what you are. I’ve seen this place, and I have seen what you have planned for earth.” I tell them.

There is a beat of silence before Amira chuckles darkly. “Very good, young goddess, but you can’t change what is coming. Everything has fallen into place perfectly and the finale is about to begin.”

They smirk and look proud of what they’ve done. Anger like I have never felt bubbles up inside me and I’m no longer afraid of what I must do. It’s a sacrifice I am more than willing to make if it means taking these three witches down with me.

“Oh, don’t look so upset Amelia. You played your part beautifully. We chose well.”

“No, you didn’t.” I say before a pull all the power I have felt dancing through my veins.

I pull on the power of the white wolves, and the power of a goddess. All of it until I feel like I am going to burst. Then I let it all go.

There is a blinding light and silence. Destruction is not always loud.

I hear Owen and Alexander’s voices as I feel myself weaken to the point of feeling numb. Their declarations of love are the last things I hear before the silence takes me.