Unafraid

prevent the wings from unfurling completely. But they were succeeding. They heard David’s laugh die as his wings fluttered with even more intensity, like a fly’s when it knows it has been captured. Only this time Michael and Ronan were the pests.

Even though the boys had interrupted David’s assault on The Well, destruction had been set in motion, and all around them the hallowed ground was crumbling. Water was starting to pour into the cave from crevices between the rocks, crevices that were widening with each second. Brania felt the cold rush of water around her feet, and she realized that she was way out of her element. Not to mention her comfort zone.

“Just how far underwater are we?” she asked.

“A few hundred miles,” Edwige replied. “Give or take.”

Give or take?! Brania was suddenly gripped with an irrational fear of drowning. It was irrational because she was a vampire, and she should have the ability to swim a hundred or so miles while holding her breath. But this living and breathing underwater thing was an unknown concept to her. She had spent the past several centuries landlocked, and she preferred it that way. Plus, her feud with water vampires made her despise the sea, so perhaps her fear of the water wasn’t so irrational after all. It was, however, going to pose a problem, since the water was now rising up to her knees. “How am I supposed to get out of here?!”

“The same way you got in,” Imogene replied.

That’s my girl, Brania thought, always willing to serve your mother.

“As long as you give me my freedom in return,” the girl said.

The words stung Brania and created such a heat within her body that it threatened to boil the water around her. “What?”

Despite all the chaos, Imogene was calm when she spoke. “Whatever is going to happen to me, if I continue to live or die or remain in this limbo, I want to do it without being tied to anyone,” she explained. “I want to be free.”

As much as Brania wanted to get angry, as much as she wanted to throttle Imogene and hold her ungrateful head under the icy water to see what really would happen to the girl, she couldn’t, because more than anything else, she was hurt. She had come to love her companion in a way that she had never loved any other being. The feeling, clearly, was not mutual. Brania wanted to tell Imogene that Imogene had been her salvation this past year, the only ray of light in an endless tunnel of darkness that had threatened to destroy her. But she was not used to pleading; she was not used to fighting for a relationship to survive. “Fine,” Brania said, her voice much harsher than the feelings that lay in her heart. “If that’s what you want, you can have your bloody freedom.”

“Thank you,” Imogene replied. Satisfied, she grabbed hold of both Brania and Edwige, and then there were no more women in the cave.

“That leaves this hellhole to just us boys!” David bellowed. He was frantic to make it look and sound as if he were still in control despite the counterattack Michael and Ronan were putting forth.I promise you, Zachariel, I will not lose this time! David gave his wings one powerful flap, and both boys were sent hurtling in different directions. It was a crushing move, but it wasn’t enough to claim victory.

Wading in the frigid water that was now up to their waists, the boys saw that The Well had recovered, it had stopped shaking, even though the cave continued to tremble, and was back in full control. Enraged by The Well’s fortitude and spirit, David let out a growl and flew to the top of the cave, seemingly intent on diving into the belly of The Well to see what treasures he could find and annihilate on the other side. The Well had other ideas.

Just as David dove, the stones on the top ledge of The Well multiplied and spread out to create a lid, a barrier to conceal its precious contents from sight and seal itself from trespassers trying to gain unwelcome entry. David was descending so quickly he was unable to decrease his speed or switch direction and smashed into The Well’s new protective shell.

Dazed, but clinging to the top of the stone, David began to spin around as The Well burrowed itself lower and lower, plunging under water until it ultimately disappeared into the ground. “Nooooo!!”

David shrieked, “Looks like you’ve failed yet again,” Ronan jeered as David rose from the water.

His jet-black wings were fully outstretched and dripping with water that made each feather glisten.

But it was an illusion. His wings were actually starting to molt, and soon the water around him was sprinkled with feathers, making it look like he was standing in a pool of black rain. Noticing the change in his appearance, David fluttered his wings faster, which only made the shedding quicken.

What was happening? Was Zachariel playing some cruel joke? No, the fallen angel was just tired of backing a loser.

“Once again you have failed!” Zachariel said, his voice booming throughout the decomposing cave.

The voice was so thunderous and so hateful that Michael and Ronan had to cover their ears. David merely fell to his knees. “No!” he protested. “I’ve come so far. I beg you, Zachariel, do not abandon me now!”

“After all the power I’ve bestowed upon you, you are still nothing but a failure!” the livid angel roared. “David Zachary, you are on ... your ... OWN!!”

“Noooo!!” Wailing like a lost child, David rose as stones fell into the water with such frequency and fury that waves started to churn, and it was as if they were in the middle of the ocean. This couldn’t be happening; this shouldn’t be happening to him. No, there was still time to teach Zachariel a lesson. To teach them all a lesson that they should never underestimate David’s power.

Diving underwater, David disappeared. The cave wasn’t that large, but Michael and Ronan still couldn’t find him. They craned their necks, peered close to the water’s surface, and still no sign of him. They only saw David when he shot back up, one hand reaching out, not content until it wrapped itself around Ronan’s neck.

Startled, Ronan tried to pry David’s fingers from his flesh, but the man was determined to take him hostage. With one fist raised overhead David flew higher and faster, breaking through the rock, and into the sea above. He had turned his rage at Zachariel for deserting him into action. And not a moment too soon, because seconds after he broke through the rock ceiling, the cave was gone. It was no longer a safe haven, no longer The Well’s sanctuary, just another part of the ocean.

Michael felt the current swirl around him, swift and encouraging, as if trying to get him to follow them, but he couldn’t, he was frozen. It was as if he was locked in an iceberg, too frightened to move, just like in the vision he had had before school started where he was locked in a sea of ice and Ronan was just out of reach. Think, think! What had Ronan said in his dream? What did he tell him he had to do? “You must protect me.” Well, of course he would protect him. Michael didn’t need to be told to do such a thing. Oh really? Then what was he doing in the middle of the ocean while Ronan was being taken God knows where by David? As Michael swam closer to the surface he was more determined than ever to make his dream come true.

This Tri-Centennial Disaster was not the stuff dreams were made of. All Fritz wanted to do was hang out with Ruby all day, maybe sneak in a little private time, advance their relationship, but the earth was not cooperating. Why did it have to wait until his one day off from studying and schoolwork to go all wonky? Instead of holding Ruby’s hand as they strolled through The Forest on their way to St. Sebastian’s, Fritz was constantly sidestepping rolling rocks or dodging falling trees. It was downright apocalyptic. If the world wanted to end, why the hell didn’t it just do it already and stop pussyfooting around? Being greeted by Ciaran the second they set foot into the gym was further proof that the planet was against him. He wanted his end-of-the- world moment to be just him and Ruby. He didn’t want it to turn into some sort of group hug.

“Ruby, are you all right?”

Nor did he want Ciaran to steal any of his thunder. He had ignored his friend’s previous attempts to chummy up to his girlfriend, feeling rather confident, though not entirely certain, that if given the choice Ruby would choose him. But with the whole “sky is falling” fairy-tale thing coming true, he wasn’t about to take any chances. “Hey, mate,” Fritz said. “I think it’s time you back off.”

A deafening growl of thunder prevented Ciaran from hearing Fritz’s demand and made Ruby more eager than ever to sit as far away from the windows as possible. The earth was revolting. Now the sky was going to join in too? “I saved a space for us in the middle of the gym,” Ciaran said.

“Ain’t that just hunky dory,” Fritz groused. Another thunderclap, another missed opportunity to help Ruby lie down and rest her head on a rolled up sweatshirt.

“Sorry, I’m not used to so much running around,” she said. “Since I lost my sight I haven’t been able to be