was smiling with pride. He took my hand and led me out back. He had set up all kinds of targets. Though I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do with them. We had no weapons to speak of.
“You don’t need a weapon. You focus on the target and destroy it. It’s simple. Let me show you.” He pulled out a wand and aimed at the target. It blew up loud enough to startle me.
“Wow.”
“It’s a simple thing. You can use more than a wand, but we find the sight of the wand scares most enemies off. Carolyn carries a bow as well.”
“Could I?”
“Possibly.”
“So what do I do?”
“Now you must call your own wand,” he said.
“How do I do that?” I asked.
“Put out your hand and think of the thing you want. Be sure you are focused on the wand itself.”
“Okay.” I closed my eyes and focused on the idea of a wand. The only reference I had was the one in Tomlin’s hand and the one on our wedding day. I tried to focus on it. Then I felt something materialize in my hand. I gripped it and opened my eyes.
“Oh my God!”
“What is it?” Carolyn cried, running around the corner.
“Look.”
“Is that what I think it is?” Carolyn asked. She stopped dead in her tracks refusing to get any closer. Even Tomlin had backed up a bit. I wondered what I had conjured.
“It is.”
“Stop leaving me in the dark.” I hadn’t looked down because of Tomlin’s reaction.
“Look down,” Tomlin said.
I looked down. In my hand was a wand made of pearl not wood. Its handle was intricately carved with wings and angels. The staff was tipped in an emerald. It was impressive to say the least. “Andess.” I spoke the word softly and reverently.
“What did you just say?” Tomlin asked.
“Andess.” Both of their breaths hitched simultaneously. Carolyn’s hand went to her chest. She was nearly bowing to it.
“How do you know the wands name?” Carolyn asked.
“I don’t know. It just came to me.”
“Then the stories are true,” Tomlin stated.
“What stories?”
“You are the only child of a high priestess from Ireland. The rumors of you still being a live are true. She is who you can hear,” Carolyn explained.
My butt hit the ground before she finished speaking. This was just too much for me. I thought Agnes and Edward were my parents. Now Carolyn was telling me I was the child of some high priestess. I wasn’t sure how my life could get any more complicated. I had gone from the daughter of abusive immigrants to the daughter of a high priestess in seconds. Then you add I was no longer a maiden. I was a man’s wife. The last few days had presented so many changes my head was spinning. I had to fight not to faint again.
“Don’t worry it will all make sense soon. I promise,” Tomlin said, sitting down beside me. He took my free hand and held it in his. The warmth calmed me a little. There was just so much I didn’t know.
“You keep saying that but I feel even more lost than I did before,” I complained.
“It will get better love. Maybe we should just rest for the day.”
“Good idea.”
Chapter Five
“I think we should tell her what she is,” Carolyn said.
We were sitting at the table enjoying another fantastic conjured breakfast. I slept well last night, but not as good as I could have. There were too many thoughts in my head and unanswered questions. It took me more than two tries to send Andess back. My hand didn’t want to let it go. The power it radiated made me feel strong even though I was weak.
“I think you should too. As a matter of fact I don’t want to continue training until you tell me who I am.” I was definite for the first time in my life. This darkness would not go on any longer. I didn’t care how heavy it was.
“Well since you put it that way. Maybe your husband should tell you,” Carolyn said.
“Okay. Where do I start?” he asked.
“Well generally the beginning is the right place,” I replied. He sat back in his chair and thought for a
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