Chapter Fourteen- Discovery
My eyes are irritated by the white all around me before I even open them. I try to sit up , my eyes still closed due to the bright white, and feel someone put their arm behind my back and help me up.
"Grey?" I ask.
"No," a mans voice replies almost sadly. I open my eyes and have too immediatly squint. Leaning down over me is a young looking man with hair so light it is almost white.
"Who are you?" I ask.
"You don't remember me?" he asks.
"No, should I?"
"Hmm, maybe not...."
"Who are you?" I repeat in frustration.
"Rhythian," he replies.
I begin to laugh manically which annoys me as I can't seem to stop, "What's your LAST name?"
"You don't want to know," Rhythian replies.
"Ooh, you're a Salvation aren't you?" I accuse, my voice sounding slurred.
"Yes, but I won't hurt you!" Rhythian assures me. Yeah, that's going to make me trust him.
"Drop the act, I know you will. But I've given up anyway," I say giggling madly. Rhythian looks at me as if in wonder, his strange grey eyes with silver bordering his pupils full of concern, "Are you ok?" he asks.
Suddenly, my head shoots back through time as I feel a sense of deja-vu. This, almost EXACTLY this, has happened before. I remember something but viewing the memory is like trying to see through a thick fog. I remember Rhythian leaning over me once before, asking me with concern if I was ok.
"Why am I here?" I ask as I am pulled out of my memory.
"I couldn't just let you fall into Salvations hands," Rhythian replies.
"You ARE Salvation so I guess that's kind of happened. Where are we?" I ask.
Rhythian looks around him, "I don't really know, I call it the space in between."
"Well I always pass through here when teleporting so..."
"TELEPORTING?" I question, laughing again.
"Yeah. How else did you think I saved you from falling to your death?" Rhythian says with a smirk. I frown slightly. I'm probably wrong but Rhythian seems a bit full of himself.
"Hey, can you do me a favour?" Rhythian asks.
"Calmly and quietly follow you to your Tribe?" I guess.
"No," he answers seriously, "What I want you to do is more of an...experiment. Are you injured?"
"Nothing new," I reply, now fully aware of a bow and arrows on Rhythians back.
"Are you injured at all?" he asks. After some hesitation I turn a bit so Rhythian can see the rip in my top that exposes the deep cut in my back, which I decided just to take the bandage off of.
"Someone did that?" he asks.
"SomeTHING!" I reply.
Rhythian nods, "Ok, how do I do this? Hmm..." Rhythian seems to be talking to himself.
"Do what?" I ask, my voice full of fear.
Rhythian looks at me as if surprised, then he snaps his fingers, "I've got it! Ok just focus for me, try to...zone out."
I try just out of curiousity of what Rhythian is doing. I focus my mind, swim through my head, the whole world is gone. The only thing that reaches me is Rhythians voice. "You're doing it, keep focusing! Now...put your hand at your wound."
I move my hand down to my wound and feel a weird tingling sensation as I touch my side. I gasp in relief as I feel a coolness spread through my side, "What's happening?" I ask.
"Just wait, hold it....Ok now look at your side."
I open my eyes and look down at my side and gasp in surprise. My wound is gone, no sign of it has been left, not a single mark. I push my hand against my side and feel no pain and laugh normally. "What happened?" I ask Rhythian.
"You're a healer!" he exclaims.
"What do you mean?"
"Well I'm a teleporter, just like some people command fire, others storms or fog. But healing is extremely rare. I didn't think it was possible to have a power that could CURE?!"
"Oh, wow!" I say suddenly. Rhythian then blinks and is gone, but I gasp as I feel his hand at my shoulder. I turn around and see him behind me, "How?"
"Teleporter," he repeats.
"How is that possible though? Can everyone do something?"
"No, only people who have had rituals for powers. But you also get people with more then one powers which are called elements. Look, I don't think I'm the person to explain the dynamics of powers to you, I don't understand it much myself..."
"Why are you helping me?" I ask.
"We've met before. And your friend would kill me if I didn't help you."
"Do you mean Grey?" I ask. Rhythian shakes his head. "Finch?" I try.
Rhythian looks up at this, "No but the name certainitly sounds familiar...Do you only know two people?"
"Well, now I know three but that's it,"
"Woah. He DID do something to you.."
"I'm sorry, he?"
"I don't know, maybe it wasn't him," Rhythian says quickly.
"Who do you mean?"
Rhythian sighs, "The guy who spear-headed the search for you. Adrian," Rhythian spits out the name.
"You don't like him?" I guess.
"Of course I don't! The guy's only eighteen but he seems so...unstable. Everyone knows he has his eye on getting to the rank of Tribehead, but I don't want someone so mental ruling us, and the Tribehead we have now is pretty bad. I don't know much about Adrian because he is just never seen, but from what I understand he posseses elemants. He's also determined to kill you, but all of Salvation are supposed to be. I'm the odd exception as you can see."
"How "Unstable" are we talking?"
"He takes a strange enjoyment out of other peoples suffering and my advice to anyone, especially you, is to keep a thousand mile radius between yourself and him,"
"You said he spear-headed the search?"
"Yes, but you'll be fine. Just stay here for a while and he'll move on when he can't find anyone to mess with,"
"Anyone?" I say, my voice breaking on the word.
"Yeah, he doesn't really care who he focus's his anger on once it's built up,"
"Take me back, now!"
"My friends are there. You have to take me back to Grey!"
"This guy, Grey, he means something to you, doesn't he?" Rhythian asks.
"He means everything to me," I admit sheepishly.
Rhythian bites his lip, "Wait, can I just try one last thing, call it a test if you want."
"What are you doing?" I ask as Rhythian pulls a knife out of his belt.
"It's Gilia, right?" Rhythian asks. I nod, not caring at the moment how he knows. "Well Gilia you better be able to do this," Rhythian says.
I'm about to ask what he means when I see him drive the knife deep into his arm. Rhythian falls to his knees and the knife clatters to the ground beside him. "Rhythian!" I exclaim and rush over yo where he is. What do I do? Of course, I can heal him! I try to zone myself out like I did before, and in my head I feel as if I touch off a spark of energy. I feel a tingling run down my right arm and, unsure of what else to do, I put my hand at the injury Rhythian made. Rhythian gasps in pain when I first touch him, but after a second he is sighing in relief. I watch as Rhythians injury seems to slowly close up, glowing where my hand is against his arm. After about five seconds of this, I feel as if energy is just bouncing back into me. I pull my hand away from Rhythians arm and look at him uncertainatly.
"I think you'll be able to handle yourself alright," Rhythian says as he gets to his feet.
"Why did you DO that?"
"To make sure you'll be ok. Now, I think I have to tell you some thongs about your powers. First, if you use them to often or for to long you will tire yourself, and you need energy to use your powers. Also, if you use your powes on someone else it will wear you out more as you would have to expel them to another person. And finally, when using your powers, you will be extremely vulnerable, you won't be able to do anything else while casting out your power. Have you got all that?"
"Yes. Does this mean now that, say I was dying, I could just heal myself?"
"Here's the thing, I don't think you could. The amount of energy you would need to put behind your power to save someone from death is an exorbatant amount. I doubt you or any other person would be capable of it,"
"Well then that makes my power pretty useless,"
"Not necessarily, it is still an extremely handy power to have. Just make sure that you don't get caught in a position where you could die,"
"Thanks for the advice," I say sarcastically.
"No problem. Want me to take you back now?"
"Hold on, could I ask you something?"
"You said we've met before," I begin.
"Yes," Rhthian confirms.
"When we met was I... was I with someone?"
"Where are they?"
"I don't know," Rhythian answers sounding guilty. I just nod, unsure of what else to do. "Ready to go now?" Rhythian asks holding out his hand to me. Am I? For some reason I feel almost scared of going back, but that's ridiculous. I shake my head to clear it and take Rhythians hand and feel my breath taken away as everything rushes past me in a blur of white.
I get the feeling of being caught in a whirlwind again as I see the familiar yellow and orange shades of the desert. My feet hit the sand softly and I let go of my hold on Rhythian. The sun is climbing up into the sky, conveying to me it's late morning. How long was I gone? It didn't even feel like an hour but apparantly I was gone to that strange white world for about twelve hours. I turn to face Rhythian as I get a sudden thought, "Hey do you want to stay with us? Me and my friends I mean."
Rhythian shakes his head sadly, "I have to get back to Salvation. I'll make them think you're dead if you want."
The offer sounds horrible but I jump on it, "Will you? That would be great. The last thing I need is another attack."
"I can't promise that everyone will believe it, Adrian certainatly won't. But it will reduce the number of people after you. Not many people are that fond of Adrian so I don't think they'd go on night raids with him. See you soon." Rhythian says winking at me and with a burst of silver light he's gone.
"Bye," I whisper to the soft wind that Rhythian seemed to have created.I hope that he'll be ok. I look around at the great expanse of desert and try to decide where I am. I know, it's a desert, it all looks the same. But this part has slightly more vegitation then what I am used to. Right near me there's a tree, an actual live tree with green leaves. I don't think I've seen a tree before. And there are breaks in the sand to make way for patches of grass. I lean down to a small patch near my feet and pull out a tuft of grass. I hold the ttuft up to my nose and drag in the frsh sweet scent of the grass. I can only describe it as smelling alive. A small movement of the long grass off to my left catches my attention and I throw a knife at the grass, hoping it's a bird or something. I can't remember the last time I ate. It was before I was attacked by the wolves when Finch and me had shared a small handful of fruit. How long ago was that? Until now I had been able to ignore the stabbing pains of my stomach but now they are so noticeable that I am doubled over with the pain of hunger. I painfully aproach the patch of grass I had thrown my knife at and have to rummage around in the long grass to find what I hit. My hands run over soft fur and I grab at the a small animal. I lift it out of the grass and try to decide what it is. To the best of my knowledge, I would say it's a rabbit of sorts, but I'm not sure if you get rabbits in the desert. Thinking on it, I'm not even sure if you really normally get wolves in the desert. I make a note to ask Grey when I find him. Finch might know to, but I don't really like asking him things. It always makes me feel as if Finch is superior to me or something. I desperatly rummage around in the grass for some sticks for a fire, I don't feel like hacking at a tree. I come up from the grass with about twenty sticks in my arms. I make a small fire as quick as I can and prepare the rabbit. This is all taking to long for my stomach, which growls at me impatiently. I put almost half of the rabbit onto a stick, unsure of what else to do with it, and hold it over the fire. The whole time the meat is cooking is torture to me. I can smell the cooking meat, which causes my mouth to water and my stomach to complain. After what feels like an eternity, I decide the meat is done. I've absolutely blackened it. While I chew on the dry, burned meat, I think of how much I truly appreciate Finch and his cooking skills. My stomach feels as if it will burst as I try to cram in the last bite of the blackened rabbit. I lean back on my elbows in the sand, satisfied and full. As I idely stare up at the sky, I notice something. Small black specks flying in a circle in the sky. Vultures. Before I understand why I'm doing it, I'm up and running to whatever the vultures are circling, trepidation filling me. For some reason, I feel as if it didn't take me long enough to reach the spot of the desert over which the vultures are circling. My eyes scan the sand and I see something that makes me want to turn around and run. Lying unmoving in the sand is Grey.