Chosen

There were continuous images along their lengths, with no beginning and no end. The images blurred and shifted just as Amphitrite had said. It looked like someone was playing a movie and kept hitting the rewind and fast forward buttons.

Feeling a bout of dizziness coming on, I moved my attention away from the walls and into the center of the room. A breathtaking four tiered fountain crafted from limestone dominated the center of the Spiti. Sparkling water ran down from the top tier all the way to the last; the sound resembling the rolling waves of the ocean as it splashed down into the small pool that surrounded it.

I was inspecting its carved images of sea turtles, conch shells, and every other sea creature imaginable, adorned with diamonds, pearls, and aquamarine jewels when a movement to my left caught my attention.

A figure stepped out of the shadows and began to move towards me. Against the backdrop of a swirling mirage of images, I couldn’t make out who it was. I evaluated the nuances of their gait, and my heart exploded. He stopped directly in front of me, and my entire body came alive when those perfect lips spoke.

“Hey, Pasha.”

Chapter 46

“Finn!” I threw my arms around him and breathed him in. He smelled like home, and I smiled into his shirt as he hugged me tighter. I pulled back and raised an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing in my future?”

His face lit up instantly as he laughed and kissed my forehead. “I’m doing anything you desire in your future, my goddess,” he bowed to me dramatically.

“Brownies, chocolate cake, and flowers,” I demanded. “Every day.”

“As you wish,” he bowed gallantly again. As he stood, he produced a bouquet of yellow flowers. Wildflowers. Black-eyed Susans.

“They’re beautiful!!” I examined the bouquet and found another type of flower within.

“Sweet Williams,” he breathed. The story he had told me when he proposed was still fresh in my memory, and I held them to my nose and breathed them in deeply. Their fragrance was subtle but sweet, and I closed my eyes with a smile. Finn cleared his throat.

“There is a reason I’m in your future actually,” he started to explain, and then chuckled. “But to answer your question specifically…Amphitrite let me in.”

“How’d she know I’d choose that key?” I furrowed my brow.

“That’s a good question,” he grinned. “She must know you better than you think.”

“I think she threw in a Jedi mind-trick in that speech of hers…” I considered, but Finn’s eyes had turned serious.

“There is one more thing we must take care of before you turn eighteen and one day,” he continued; his eyes swirling with anticipation.

“Cake?” I joked, eliciting another laugh.

“The binding of our souls.” His voice wavered with emotion, as he took the bouquet from me and faced the fountain. He closed his eyes and held out his hand, palm up. A small puddle of sparkling water appeared and he tilted his hand, allowing it to drop into the waters of the fountain. I gaped at the fountain, as the water turned from a glittery shine to a glowing, bright blue. It looked as if he’d dropped a blue glow stick in it.

“Wow,” I admired under my breath. Next, he bent down and produced two startling, crystal goblets that I hadn’t noticed sitting beside the fountain. He handed one to me and took my other hand in his. We faced the fountain together and I looked up to him for instruction.

“We drink the water,” he smiled down at me. “And then seal it with a kiss.”

“That’s it?” I asked with surprise. He snickered at me and squeezed my hand.

“I can do some cartwheels and sing you a song if you’d like…a little more pomp and circumstance?” he retorted through laughs.

“I can’t have a paramour with a broken hip, so we should probably stick to the drinking and kissing.”

“Drinking and kissing,” he raised an eyebrow. “Always a good idea.” I elbowed him in the ribs and we faced the fountain once again. We glanced at each other and then dipped our glasses into the fountain at the same time. I held up the cup and inspected the blue glowing water one more time.

“Okay,” Finn turned to me. “On the count of three…one…two…three!”

At the same time, we drank the water from our goblets. The water tasted pure and clean, as if it had been poured straight from a natural spring. Once both goblets were empty, we stood frozen to the spot in anticipation of…something.

After a full minute of staring at other, waiting for our skin to start glowing or an angel of love to fall from the sky, we collapsed into a fit of laughter.

“I guess all that’s left is to seal it with a kiss,” Finn surmised, as he stepped toward me and set our goblets down. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close. I draped my arms around his neck and grinned up at him with unabated joy.

“You sure you want to be bound to me forever?” he asked; his eyes suddenly fearful.

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life,” I declared, and pulled him towards me. The moment his soft lips covered mine, warmth spread from the skin of my lips, down my neck, arms, and stomach; finally travelling down my legs. Once it sizzled on every inch of my skin, it filtered into my body and my entire universe caught fire. I opened my eyes to be blinded by a light that would have rivaled the sun, coming from our bodies.

Finn pulled me closer and our kiss deepened as the warmth sparked a new hotter, scorching flame in my heart. It spread to my soul, and finally I felt it consume my essence as all of my senses were assaulted at once. A buzzing sound filled my mind, as we finally ended the kiss and slowly opened our eyes.

“I love you, Pasha” sounded in my head and I jumped back in surprise. He laughed and pulled me back to him. “I always heard that’s what happened. I guess it’s true.”

“We can read each other’s thoughts!?” I squeaked. I wasn’t entirely sure I wanted him knowing some of the things that went through my mind. Mainly the thoughts about him.

“Not quite,” he explained. “We can purposely talk to each other in our thoughts. But I can’t hear your thoughts unless you specifically send them to me.” I stared wide-eyed at him and tried to will my thoughts to him.

“I love you too, Finn” I thought. It sounded louder, more clear in my own head, and I knew immediately it had worked when his eyes lit up.

“Whoa,” he exclaimed.

“This could take some getting used to,” I laughed.

“The silver eagle flies at dusk…” he thought in my head with a James Bond-esque expression.

“Quit that!” I scolded him between laughter.

“Morrison. Finn Morrison,” he added with the same expression.

“Don’t make me ban you from my brain,” I put my hands on my hips. That’s when I noticed the walls. I gasped and Finn followed my eyes with a gasp of his own. One of the walls had almost solidified. It was still slightly blurry, but I could discern specific images. Stunned into silence, we walked hand in hand to the stone wall. Our stunned silence morphed into mind-boggling silence, as we gaped at the images before us.

The first was my image, donned in a striking white wedding dress and kissing a tall, dark and handsome Finn, who was sharply dressed in a black tuxedo. The next several were too blurry to make out, but I could make out Phoebe, Carmen, and Willow amongst the shifting images.

“Pasha,” Finn whispered.

“What is -“ I began, but was dumbfounded into silence once more when my eyes fell onto the image that had captured his attention. It was an image of us on the beach…with two small children.

A toddler dressed in a pink bathing suit played in the sand, while a slightly taller boy dressed in black swim trunks ran along the water’s edge. We turned to look at each other at the same time, and I saw tears swimming in Finn’s dark blue eyes.