huge power surge, and the island that you are on started drifting. What is going on?”
El-sur looked to Fred and shrugged. “Breakfast.”
She bit her lip and felt guilty that she couldn’t do anything. The ground shuddered again.
“Okay, we were watching that time. What just happened?”
El-sur stared at her, and she felt a delicate touch on her mind. “I think I found the problem. Stand by.”
“Standing by.”
El-sur got to his feet and came toward Fred. She could feel him probing at her thoughts and tried to push him away, but she didn’t know how. It was so frustrating that the ground shook again. Whoa.
He withdrew immediately. “Negative emotions. Your negative emotions have a separate frequency. I would have to say that the theory that something within this world is still alive has just been confirmed.” He smiled and winked. “Just a moment.”
He sat back at the desk. “Communication with the world has been confirmed. Alfreda is on its frequency, and when she gets upset, it reacts. Are we really floating?”
“You really are. You seem to be moving against the currents and heading for the northern continent. Better wrap up. At the current rate, you will—uh—dock? Right, dock in two days.”
“What is there?”
“That old stone temple. Do you want us to meet you there?”
“It might not be a bad idea.”
“Will do. It seems that your new companion has several surprises in store for us. I look forward to meeting her.”
Fred watched El-sur tense.
“She is off limits, Draycon.”
“If you say so, teacher.” The other voice chuckled darkly.
To Fred’s shock, El-sur made a noise deep in his throat that got through to the other male.
“Understood, El-sur. I look forward to meeting the newest recruit at a respectful distance.”
“See you in two days, Draycon.”
The connection went silent, and El-sur turned to her with a smile. “Are you ready to begin your training?”
She set her cup down deliberately and crossed her arms while she narrowed her eyes. “You tell me.”
“Good answer. Come with me; we will see if the mirrored room is intact. It is the best place to start.” He offered her his arm and waited for her to take it.
When she placed her hand on his arm, nothing happened. She felt no change of shape, no alteration of height, and no shift in pigmentation. “Why didn’t I change?”
He smiled slightly and led her through the halls. “Because this is your true form. Sukra genes breed true. It is why, under normal circumstances, your parent would never have left you. It was too damned dangerous.”
Seeing her life in a strange new light, she wondered again why her father had done what he had. It didn’t make sense if what she was learning was the standard for raising children. With the issues she had growing up, it made a lot more sense that she should have been supervised at all times. It would have made a difference.
Chapter Six
El-sur sat next to her, and they faced one of two dozen mirrors that lined the room. “Look at yourself. See your reflection and accept that this face is yours.”
She stared into the dark gold eyes looking back at her, and she flicked through the hundreds of faces that she had worn in her lifetime.
“Let those faces flow through you, acknowledging the parts of yourself that you saw in them. Let them pass on and accept the core of yourself that you carry in your very genes.”
His voice was soothing, and he remained quiet while she rifled through image after image, shape after shape.
Finally, she was done. She stared at the sweaty image of her reflection looking back at her. Her tunic was torn from the shifting, and she was swaying with exhaustion, but the gold eyes and burgundy hair were there again.
She opened the tunic and could see the bindings still in place on her torso, but she had blown a few of the strips. “Damn.”
“What is wrong?”
“I am blowing my harness. It has cracked under the rapid shifting.”
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