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Authors: Courtney Cole

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   “Ah, you remember, my lady.”

   I gulped.  He was right.  I remembered.  I knew him.  I had known him centuries ago.   Oh, Mary Mother of God.  This couldn’t be happening. 
This is a dream.  This is a dream.  This is a dream.
 

   But it wasn’t. 

   “Please,” I whispered.  “Am I going crazy?  How is this happening?”

   “You’re not crazy,” he assured me.  “Give it a moment. Trust me, you’ve been through this hundreds of times.  Focus on your bloodstone.  Everything will come back to you.” 

   He sat back patiently, his crooked fingers clasped in front of him as he waited and I clutched the cool stone in my fingers.  The source of all of my recent problems somehow didn’t seem separate from me- it suddenly seemed a natural part of me.  And I realized that it hadn’t just been given to me… it had just been
returned
to me.  It had been mine all along.

   Annen’s ancient face swirled together as the room began to spin around me and nausea boiled in my throat.  My cheeks flushed as heat washed over me.  It was almost too much sensation to bear. It literally felt as though every emotion ever felt by any other human being was coursing through me right this second.  The sheer force of it threw my head back. 

   Fragmented images of people, places, colors and even scents assailed me and I gasped to breathe.  Water, ships, horses, gold, statues, children…. So many things flew in front of my eyes in just a mere matter of minutes, puzzle pieces fitting together and then ripping apart to be replaced by new ones.  It was maddening, dizzying, sickening… 

   And then, abruptly, it was over.  I slumped limply forward, still on my knees. 
This couldn’t be happening.  But. It. Was. 

  
The magnitude of what I knew now was making me feel weak and shaky.  But my mind was filled with knowledge…. Knowledge that hadn’t been there before.  Knowledge that was irrefutable. 

   “You have remembered who you are?” Annen probed expectantly, his black eyes missing nothing as he crossed the room to me.  His claw-like fingers were suddenly gripping my arm and I flinched, not from pain but because he made me uncomfortable.  High priests had always made me uncomfortable. 

   I raised my head and nodded.

   “Yes,” I whispered.  “I know who I am.”

    I lightly fingered the bird-shaped birthmark that hovered directly over my pulse-point. Why had I not wondered about it before? It marked me for being exactly what I was.  I had possessed many names over the past hundreds of years; many faces, many bodies.  But my soul has always stayed the same, as well as my fate. 

   I belonged to the ancient Order of the Moirae.  As a Keeper, my sole mission in every life has been to protect and lead my charge, my
Daedal
, through the annals of time, gently guiding her into staying on the path laid out for her by the Fates.  

   Because every person in life has a predetermined destiny and unfortunately, there are those who have a more difficult journey in every life.  We call them the Daedal.
 

   A Daedal

a catalyst, a complication, a change.  A Daedal changes the world in some significant way even though their very significance generally causes a tragic end to their lives.  They are fated to be something great- something important, in every life.  Because of that, I am what I am.  A Keeper, marked as such by the phoenix birthmark.

   And right now, I was Charmian; handmaiden, confidante and advisor to Queen Cleopatra VII, my Daedal. 

   I had been raised with the queen in ancient Alexandria, running and playing with her through the ornate halls of the stone palace as we grew up.  I had served her, offered her my advice and became her closest friend.  And I had died with her when we were both 39 years old.   I could remember every painful detail with bone-jarring clarity, just as though it was yesterday. 

   I stared into the all-knowing eyes of the priest.  He nodded, recognizing the realization he saw reflected in my own.  The gravity of who I was settled down around me like a heavy cloak and the colors in the room started to run together. 

   And then I fainted. 

 

 

     

   CHAPTER THREE

 

 

S
corching, smoldering eyes. 

   The familiarity they held mocked me as they glinted in the light, framed by lush dark lashes.  A strong jaw-line led to soft lips which parted to reveal even, white teeth.  And then his face was unveiled to me in its entirety, as though murky clouds in my consciousness had faded away.   I gasped in recognition.   He was mine.

  
Hasani. 
The man from my dreams.  Bronzed skin, brilliantly white smile, shiny black hair pulled into a leather clasp at his neck.  He reached for me with strong hands, his long fingers beckoning.  His was the most beautiful face I’d ever seen. 

   “Come to me, my love. I’ve missed you,” he murmured in a deep, husky voice and my heart stopped. 

  
I sat up with a gasp, opening my eyes.   

   “Hasani,” I breathed.

   “Ah, you
have
returned to us, Charmian,” Annen murmured smoothly.   Seated across the room from me on a golden chaise, his dark robes were spread around him like a fan.

   And this was not my bedroom. 

   I looked around quickly.  Polished marble floors, elaborate silken draperies, onyx statues, glittering golden accents.  Ebony balcony doors were open, allowing the lush, fragrant seabreeze to blow in, gently ruffling my hair.  This was impossible.  Utterly impossible.  This
was
my bedroom.  But not my bedroom in Pasadena.  This was Charmian’s bedroom.  In ancient Egypt.

   “We’re in Alexandria,” I muttered uncertainly, eyeing the priest with suspicion.  “I don’t understand this. This has never happened before…”

   There was no way I should be here.  This was the past, not the present.  I had never moved through time before.  Not ever. There was no need.  My job was to ensure that my Daedal’s plan unfolded perfectly.  There was never any need to return to a life, because I was very good at what I did.  But my surroundings didn’t lie.  I had definitely returned. 

   I glanced down at my body and found it to be Charmian’s, not Macy’s.  A short filmy shift cut off mid-thigh, belted by several golden cords at my waist.  Confusion clouded my thoughts. 

  
How is this happening?

  
I examined my arm.  The skin was perfect and golden, buffed to a soft sheen.  I knew that we had used sea salt as a scrub to attain that perfection.  Glistening gold bracelets adorned my wrists, with agate and jade charms dangling from them. 

   As strange as it seemed to be thrust back into it, I was still perfectly comfortable in this body because it had once been mine.  It was a jolting notion. 

   “I hope you will forgive me for bringing you here, Charmian.”

   Annen rose from his perch and crossed to me, sitting next to my feet.  

   “I don’t understand it,” I murmured.  “Why are we here?  And why are
you
here, priest?  Where is Ahmose?” 

   Ahmose was my handler, an ancient Aegis priest skilled in magic.  It was he who came to me during my seventeenth year in every life to present me with my bloodstone, which triggered my cycle to begin.  To my knowledge, Annen was not involved with the Order or the Aegis.  I had only known him here… in Alexandria.  So why had he sought me out two thousand years from where we were now standing?

   As I stared at him, I knew that all of my panic and confusion was easily visible on my face.  I could feel it.  Annen smiled a tiny smile.

   “Charmian, surely you remember that I’m not simply a priest?” Condescending and self-assured, he stared down his long, crooked nose at me. 

   “No, I don’t remember that,” I answered firmly.  “My memories are coming back yet I still only remember you from the Serapis Temple.  Are you part of the Aegis?” 

   Annen shook his head.  “No, my lady.  I’m not part of the Aegis.  They do so tamper with your memories, Charmian.  It isn’t right.”

   Confusion clouded my thoughts and I shook my head in frustration, shaking away his words and focusing on my questions.

     “Then I don’t understand.  Ahmose triggers my cycle.  Where is he?”

   “Oh, he’ll be along shortly, I imagine,” Annen replied mysteriously.  “But I need to speak with you first. It is of utmost importance.”

   “Well, you’ve certainly got my attention,” I answered, staring at him both curiously and apprehensively.  This was all new.  And I didn’t like it.  Something wasn’t right here. I could feel it as the hair on the back of my neck stood up.  I laid my bloodstone down on the bed and turned back to face him. 

   “Of course.  But first, Charmian, would you like to know what happened to Hasani? I know that when you and Cleopatra barricaded yourselves in her tomb, you hadn’t heard of his fate yet.  You died without knowing.  Would you like to know now?”

   He stared at me with a kindly expression and my heart stopped.  It was forbidden to know what happened to our loved ones. One of the many rules for Keepers.  But I suddenly had the compulsive need to know what happened to Hasani.  Regardless of the rules, regardless of the consequences for breaking them.

   I nodded stiffly, despite the ever-growing heavy pit in my stomach. This was wrong, wrong, wrong.  But I had to know.

   “Yes,” I whispered.  “I would.”

   Annen held his wrinkled claw-like hand out to me once again and gritting my teeth, I grasped it. His long fingernails curled around until they scratched my palm.  I shuddered, but didn’t have time to dwell on it.  Because almost immediately, the visions began. 

   Soldiers were marching, swords were drawn, blood was everywhere. Cleopatra was weeping, people were running.  Everything was so vivid that I could smell the blood and taste the dust in the air as the people scattered. Tattered and torn warships filled the harbor and mutilated bodies lined the street. And suddenly there was Hasani, rising up in my vision like an avenging god.  My heart stopped as I watched his bronzed face gleaming in the sun.   

   My beautiful warrior was yelling orders to his soldiers, looking this way and that as mayhem unfolded all around them.  Even surrounded by the anguish and haunting sadness of war, I couldn’t help but admire his abilities. He was a born leader… tall, fierce and commanding. 

   But suddenly, out of the chaos, the top of a Roman helmet appeared behind him- silent and stealthy.  Flat brown eyes were fixated on Hasani, filled with deadly intent.  Every fiber of my being screamed to shout a warning, but obviously, he couldn’t hear me.  My hands shook as I watched helplessly, impotent to help him.

   The Roman lunged and forcefully ran his sword through Hasani’s back. He yanked it out and sneered down as blood dripped from the blade.  Hasani looked stunned as he crumpled to the ground, his beautiful dark eyes clouding over, his strong hands falling limply to his side as he dropped his iron shield.  His head fell back and blood gurgled from his slack mouth, dripping from his chin to his metal chestplate in fat drops.    

   Absolute horror immobilized me and I fought to breathe as I stared at his lifeless body, the body that I knew every inch of.  Tears silently streamed down my cheeks and my chest was frozen, like it was wrapped with steel bands. It wouldn’t constrict or expand and I struggled to inhale. 

   Once I was finally able to take a ragged breath, I reacted in the only way I knew how.  I screamed, yanking my hand free from the priest’s.  The moment my hand left his, the visions abruptly stopped.  I drew my feet up onto my bed, hugging my knees to my chest. 

   “It’s not real,” I murmured shakily, trying to convince myself.  “It’s not real.”  

   “But it
was
real,” Annen confirmed and my heart shattered into pieces.  “You can feel it.  You know it was real.  Just as you also know that something similar to this happens to you in every lifetime.”

   “But I’ve never seen it before,” I murmured.  “Knowing it in theory and actually seeing it are two different things.”  

   “Which is why the Order prevents you from knowing these things,” Annen replied, his onyx eyes glittering strangely.  “There is a reason why they wipe your memories clean in every life and only let you regain specific ones- such as what you are. Knowing the other details would only make things harder for you…harder to follow through with their plans for you.”

   I glared at him.  “Again, let me ask.. what is it to you?  Why are you so interested in this…and in me?”

    Annen stared at me contemplatively. 

   “Charmian, have you ever wondered what gives the Fates the right to control destiny?”

   I stared at him blankly.

   “Of course not.  It is simply how things work.  It has always been this way.”

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