Emergence
B uio. Cool. Gracelyn opened his eyes, but no light swept away the darkness. For a moment he thought of becoming blind, and a shudder ran down my spine. Then he remembered: the Kraken, the struggle, the rain of stones against the ruins, burying, crushing it on the ocean floor.
before fainting, the Ondina was surrounded instinctively a telekinetic force field. What had saved her life, and continues to protect, under tons of rock, the pressure to three thousand feet deep welded to each other, like a mound.
A weak reference, in his mind, he had awakened. A familiar voice, that was looking for, calling it, with desperate obstinacy. Chuck, his friend Chuck, who does not surrender, he did not believe her dead, and that his confidence almost crazy, he had brought back the daughter of the ocean, lost in oblivion.
But his condition seemed hopeless: the rocks, driven by water pressure, more and more pressed against the force field, and Grace made it increasingly difficult to maintain balance and stability. Soon his Atlantean energy was no longer sufficient to counter the pressure, the force field would have yielded, and she would die.
R moods, weak, distant yet close. Such as steel which clashed against a solid surface. And thoughts. Thoughts so powerful as to speed up the heartbeat. Gabriel. His Gabriel. It was there, not far away, was there, had come to her rescue. He was not dead, Gabriel! She could hear him, his heart more than with the senses, he felt the sword of light that cut the rocks, trying to create a path to get there. "God, indeed, Chief," as Gabe would say, "Does that hang in there, please! Do not give me right now, "he prayed the Ondina, breathing cut off, lying with his chest pressed hard against the compact sand and the ocean floor.
But there was another voice, as well as that of Gabriel, in addition to Chuck. Grace could hear her. And this he spoke to his heart, not the brain, not coming from the telepathic powers, which were his legacy as a Daughter of the Sea. The came from elsewhere. The voice was similar to that of Gabe, but quieter, more aware, more mature. And he did not speak in words. He spoke in images. Grace scroll saw before his eyes Poseidon and Atlantis, San Francisco, the diner, Gabriel, the Kraken, he saw the ocean and the land, cities and people, and Chuck Devereaux, saw the sky and clouds, and the Beach Bianca.
If he had surrendered, all would be lost, everything that every atom of his body, every particle of its intangible soul, was born and lived. "Hold on," the voice seemed to say, "fight, not surrender. You're not alone, you're not ever been. Everything was there before you, everything will continue to exist with you. Do not give up. "
Grace closed her eyes and clenched his teeth. The force field trembled slightly. The sound of the blade Gabriel appeared to the nearest hour. He could not give up. And not for the world, not the ocean, the white sand beach and not for Gabriel. He could not divest itself, because all those things would have been pointless without her.
groaned and shouted, clenching his teeth to get hurt, her nails sinking into the flesh of the palms, and the veins of the neck and temples seemed about to explode. He felt pain in every muscle and tendon, drops of sweat beaded his forehead, falling down her face, the bones were about to break, and every molecule of his being gave energy to the force field, which shook and swayed under the pressure of the rocks.
There was dying over and over again, head full of that voice, soft but strong and commanding. And the images began to whirl in his brain like a crazy kaleidoscope.
There was death, but did not buckle. And when a flash of light, and a thud of rocks thrown out by force, flashed before my eyes and ears, and saw the face of her Archangel, overwhelmed by the absolute joy of seeing her again, still alive, a smile bent her lips, and murmured the name of Gabriel before losing consciousness.
- D avoid bringing to the surface - Raphael said, placing a hand on the shoulder of Gabe - now it needs air, and of Light.
Gabriel nodded, and embraced the Ondina, like squeezing the most precious thing in the world.
- Thanks Raphael ... - Whispered - without you and Michael ...
Archangel Major smiled, patting him on the shoulder again - Go now, you need air and light.
Gabe smiled, and rushed toward each other, holding Grace, still unconscious.
They went fast along the current, while the brilliance of the sun, which shone rays of diaphanous surface of the ocean, refracted in depth, approached, like the Eye of the Cape, which awaited them, to give their welcome back.
They went almost weightless, and while the pressure decreased, and the light increased, Grace awoke, he saw the light above her, felt the hug and hold her and protect her family Archangel, looked into his eyes, and understood to be alive.
finally emerged, breaking the water surface as a barrier too soft to keep them imprisoned for a long time, and were in the Light, and Air.
The Golden Light and Air full of fragrance and harmony of the White Beach. They looked around, surprised, then stared, as they walked slowly, transported to the soothing motion of the waves, one's arms towards the shore.
textured When their feet touched the sand for the first time milk's Beach, where many times their spiritual essences were encountered, took her hand, and felt at home.
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