Immortal Prophecy (The Immortal Prophecy Saga)

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Immortal Prophecy
Samantha Adams and Kay Fry

Copyright © 2011 by Samantha Adams and Kay Fry. All rights reserved.

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, without permission from the author.

ISBN (eBook Edition): 978-0-646-56960-4

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Immortal Prophecy

by

Samantha Adams
and
Kay Fry

Dedication

Dedicated to Scott
and my little monkey, Joshua.

Five years earlier…

T
WO SIXTEEN YEAR OLD GIRLS HUDDLED
together outside the billowing hot pink and yellow silk tent with a sign outside that read “Fortune Teller.”

Both girls had equally strong feelings about entering the tent before them. One, however, was excited and the other was feeling a sense of foreboding that she couldn’t seem to ignore. Kathryn, the young auburn haired girl, was almost bursting with curiosity and anticipation. It was so palpable, that it could almost be tasted in the air surrounding her. “Come on Ally, it’s just a bit of fun.”

Kathryn was giggling and dragging the other girl, Alessandra closer to the tent, when it was obvious she was hesitant about going inside. “Besides what’s the worst that could happen?” Kathryn stated casually.

Ally cringed, nothing good ever happened when someone said that. “Famous last words, Kathryn.” She took her arm back from her friend and looked around the Fair for something else that might interest Kat but she came up empty.

“Oh would you stop being so serious!” Kathryn cried in frustration. “I know you’re a brunette and all but sheesh!” Ally had to stifle back a giggle despite her current feelings. Kathryn in a huff reminded her of a child having a temper tantrum, and Ally was almost waiting for her friend’s feet to start stomping in protest.

She looked around once more just in case by some miracle another stall had opened that would be intriguing enough to distract Kathryn’s attention from the Fortune Teller’s tent. But it was not to be.

Going to see a fortune teller might have been just a bit of fun for most people but they gave Ally the creeps. There was something unnatural about knowing one’s future. It seemed to defeat the purpose of getting up each day and never knowing what might happen. Life is what you make it, she thought to herself.

Ally shook her head in resignation after seeing the determined gleam in her best friend’s eye. Once Kathryn got an idea in her head nothing could stop her, except maybe another brilliant idea. More often than not, it was easier to give in rather than trying to fight what was tantamount to avalanche.

“Alright, we’ll go but don’t blame me when you’re famous last words get us into trouble.”

Kathryn flashed her friend a dazzling smile, followed by what could only be described as an excited squeal. She then proceeded to drag her best friend into the tent looming before them.

Ally caught her breath as she entered. The air was permeated with the scent of jasmine, cinnamon and something else exotic she couldn’t quite name. It was an altogether intoxicating smell. She stopped and looked around the scene before her. White candles were scattered around in candelabras and on tables, with an incredibly comfortable looking pair of oversized cushions covered with an exquisite Indian silk. A large ottoman was in the middle of the space, serving as table, with a crystal ball in the centre. The woman sitting on the other side of the ottoman, presumably the Fortune Teller in question, appeared to be from some far away exotic land. She was one of the most beautiful women Ally had ever seen. Thick black hair flowed freely with a delicate headdress made of crystals and fine chains hung across her forehead. Ally wouldn’t have been surprised if she had been wearing a belly dancer costume. The headdress reminded her of images that she had seen of Arabian harems.

No doubt every aspect, the woman included, was designed to put the clients at ease and lure them into feeling like they were somewhere exotic, not just an over-the-top tent, in the middle of a fair, with scented candles burning. Begrudgingly, Ally admitted to herself that it was impressive, but still there was something unearthly and not quite right about the woman before her and also about this place. Ally rolled her eyes at the thought. Her flare for over-dramatising was taking over again.

The Fortune Teller stood up and beckoned to them to come forward. “Welcome girls.” She smiled warmly, “I am Madame Isabella. Please sit down and get comfortable.”

She lit the incense on the table that Ally hadn’t noticed there earlier. Closing her eyes and breathing in the scent, Ally instantly recognised it as sandalwood. Not sure what to do next, Ally and Kat looked at each other briefly. Ally shrugged and turned her attention to the mysterious Madame Isabella.

Madame Isabella opened her bright violet eyes wide and looked right at Ally, who was taken aback by the intensity of the eyes staring at her. “Ally, I have a reading for you.”

Ally felt her mouth almost hit the floor with shock. She cocked her head to one side ever so slightly, as she usually did when she was trying to process something. “H-how do you know my name?”

Madame Isabella laughed softly and gestured to nothing in particular. “I’m a Fortune Teller, Ally. It’s what I do.”

Ally stole her eyes from Madame Isabella and looked to her friend with one raised eyebrow that said “I told you so.”

Kathryn ignored her and asked excitedly. “What is my name?”

“Kathryn.” Madame stated without hesitation. She turned to Ally, her eyes as round as saucers.

Ally had gone along with this at the start but now every instinct was telling her to leave. She had always believed in trusting her instincts. You have them for a reason so why not use them, she often thought.

She turned to her friend to deliver the news. “Sorry Kat, you can stay but I’m out of here, this is a bit too much for me.” She got up to leave but her friend had a firm grip on her arm. Looking at Kathryn she stated firmly but quietly, “Let me go.”

Kat looked up at her with big puppy eyes. “Ally, I need my best friend with me while I get a reading.”

Ally looked around the tent again, then back to her friend and then eyed Madame Isabella before giving in. “Fine,” she said her eyes rolling. “But as soon as your reading is done, we leave!”

Kat smiled her thanks and turned her attention back to Madame Isabella. “What do I have to do?”

“I need an object that belongs to you.”

Kathryn looked to her hand. “My ring?”

“That’s fine,” said Madame Isabella smiling and extending her hand. She enclosed the ring in her palm at the same time closing her eyes.

Kat turned to Ally with a look of pure excitement written on her face. She reminded Ally of a child on Christmas morning. Madame’s voice interrupted her thought. “Kathryn, you will meet the love of your life but…” she said as her voice trailed off.

Concern entered Kathryn’s voice. “What? Is it something bad?”

Ally looked to Kat and sent her the look again saying, “I told you so!”

Madame opened her eyes and said, “Your life will cease to exist as you know it, before you meet him.”

Kathryn was still staring at Madame Isabella with shock and confusion. “Cease to exist in a good way or bad way?”

Madame Isabella looked down at the ring again and answered mysteriously, “When the time comes you will know.”

Ally wanted to hit the Madame. Why did she say that? It was clear that Kathryn was just in here for a bit of fun. Would it have been so hard to just say nice things, and why be so damn cryptic about it all? Kathryn was clearly distressed by what she had been told.

Ally was just about to get up and take her friend out of this place, when she heard Kathryn mutter to herself, “Famous last words…”

“Come on Kat. Let’s get out of here,” Ally said.

Kathryn whipped her head around and stared directly into Ally’s eyes. “Not yet. It’s your turn.”

“Uh…I don’t think so,” said Ally.

As she was about to make another attempt at escape, Ally heard her friend’s voice addressing her with authority, “Alessandra DeCosta! You are having a reading and I won’t hear another word about it.”

This was another one of those avalanche moments. Ally knew there was no point in fighting Mother Nature or Kathryn. She couldn’t help but smile at her red-haired friend despite her eagerness to leave. Kat lived up to the reputation redheads had. She sat back down and gave in.

“Alessandra,” Madame Isabella began; the tone in her voice had become ominous and foreboding. Ally felt a shiver of dread run through her body. She should have listened to those instincts and gone, but no…

“There are two men that seek you. One has found you but you don’t know him yet. James Carlisle is the one that has found you; he is your guardian and soulmate. The other man that is unknown has not yet found you but when he does you must be ready. His purpose is evil.” She paused and as she looked into the crystal ball, her eyes widened slightly and her lips parted in what looked like shock. “There is a prophecy for you to fulfil. It involves you and this other man, the unknown one. If you don’t succeed in fulfilling this then all will be lost.” She paused to give Ally a minute to absorb what she had been told so far.

Ally, was vaguely aware of Kathryn’s arm around her but the feeling of dread had completely absorbed her and she felt paralysed by fear.

“Are you ok, Ally?” Her friend whispered while giving her arm a squeeze.

Her only response was a vague nod.

Madame continued, “You will experience the death of two people close to you when this unknown man gets closer to finding you. Someone is hiding a secret from you, and when it’s revealed it will shatter your world and change your life forever in ways you cannot imagine. Evil is following you Ally because you are a beacon of light. You must be careful.” Madame leaned over and took Ally’s hand, “James, he will help you. This is imperative Ally. No matter what, don’t lose hope. When we lose hope, all is lost.”

Ally snatched her hand back as if it was burned. With a deceptively calm voice she said, “I want to go home, Kathryn, now!”

“Of course,” Kathryn said as she helped her friend up, worry written all over her face.

“Ally,” said Madame Isabella, “Remember that when you lose those people, things will have been set in motion that no one can stop. It will have begun.”

Unable to form any words, Ally glared at the woman, until Kathryn pulled her along and got her outside the tent.

Ally felt like she could breathe again. They started walking so fast it was almost a light jog. Both of them were eager to get as far from that place as possible.

Behind them Madame Isabella watched them leave from the entrance to her tent of fortune telling. She had a peculiar look on her face, “So the prophecy is true,” she muttered, shaking her head slightly in disbelief. “You poor girl, you have no idea what’s coming.” A perfect tear filled with all the heartbreak she felt for Ally, rolled down her cheek, as she turned and walked back inside.

“I’m so sorry Ally. I should never have forced you into that.” Kathryn felt dreadful for inflicting a reading upon Ally. She should have heeded her friend’s sound advice and avoided it completely. But how was I to know? Kat thought to herself.

“It’s not true,” Ally muttered shaking her head. “It can’t be.”

Ally was still walking without a destination in mind, the only requirement she had was to be far away from Madame Isabella. Kat was walking with her, gently guiding her through the crowds. She could tell her friend was not watching where she was going. “Not a chance that was way too bizarre,” Kat said, trying to be reassuring. But they both knew that it more than likely was true. Madame Isabella seemed to be the real deal.

“Right,” Ally smiled trying to perk up. If she didn’t believe it then it wouldn’t happen, right? She thought, trying to convince herself. Losing two people close to her, evil, a guardian and soulmate called James. This is all too much she thought. Then the reality of what she had been told hit her. The air was knocked from her lungs, she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, and then everything went black.